Pairings: Lucaya, Joshaya, possible Rucas.

Summary: Maya gets sick and Lucas is there to help.

Please excuse any grammer, spelling, and/or punctuation errors.

Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World or the movie Field of Dreams. (Great movie though, have you seen it?)

"Helping Hand"

7:00 a.m.

Riley's P.O.V.

7:42 a.m. and Maya was not here. I was becoming a bit concerned because the only time Maya was ever absent from school was when Auggie was born, and I was with her.

"Mom! Is Maya here yet?" I yelled from her room.

"No, honey I think you should just go without her, you're already late." I walked in to the kitchen to see her making Auggie his lunch, consisting of a peanut butter and marshmallow fluff sandwich and a bag of pretzels. His favorite.

"Fine. But if she walks in as soon as I leave it's your fault," I warned as I walked out the front door of their apartment, earning a small chuckle from my mother.

It felt incredibly awkward riding the subway without my other half, as my Uncle Josh had called us. It was almost as if I wasn't fully there, Maya was a part of me that was necessary for my comfort, and perhaps even my survival.

Uncomfortable with the lurking silence, I turned to a few individuals on the bus with me and gave them each a small smile. One young woman smiled back, which certainly increased my optimism, but the rest just turned away. Realizing that no one wanted to share a conversation, I stood in silence, occasionally leaving Maya another text, knowing I wouldn't get an answer. It was always worth a try though, right?

Lucas' P.O.V.

I sat down in my desk just before the bell rang, confused as to why Riley and Maya were nowhere in sight.

"Alright class," Mr. Matthews started. "In Belgium 1831-" Suddenly Riley burst through the door, panting.

"I'm here I'm here I'm here!" She screamed, not wanting to be counted late. Mr. Matthews checked his watch. "8:31, you're late Riley." (A.N I'm guessing with the times for all of this, not sure what time their school starts, so I'm going off of mine.)

"NOOOOO!" She sobbed. After bawling on the floor and demanding a recount, Riley took her seat. She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Any clue where Maya is?"

"No, I thought she would be with you," I responded, suddenly concerned for my absent friend.

Riley continued. "Not a single text, call, voicemail, anything!" I felt bad for Riley. She and Maya did literally everything together, and even though this was just one school day, this obviously worried her. And although I don't like to admit it, I was worried too. Maya and I have been friends for a while, and we've grown close, so if something happened to her, I don't know what I would do.

"I'm sure she's fine Riley, she probably just slept in or something," I guessed, even though I knew that almost certainly wasn't the case. Riley seemed to believe that, so I tuned back in to Mr. Matthews' lesson. Though I just couldn't concentrate on anything but Maya. I was going to see what was up with her, now I just needed a plan.

*After School*

(Still) Lucas' P.O.V.

I went straight to Maya's house from my last class, not even stopping to chat. Now she lived in a neighborhood that wasn't exactly "safe" So I took the subway to as close to her apartment as possible, and (fearfully) ran the rest of the way, knowing it by heart.

When I got there, instead of going through the main entrance, I went up the fire escape, and found her window cracked open. At first I heard silence. Then I heard it. The helpless sound of retching not too far away.

Following the noise, I quickly ran to the nearest bathroom. Without thinking, I ran in to hold Maya's hair back and rub her back in small, soothing circles. She didn't seem surprised that I showed up.

After a few painfully long minutes, Maya let out a shaky sigh and slid to the floor. I ran to the small kitchen and filled a plastic cup with water and brought it to her.

Gasping and mumbling a small "thank you" she accepted the water and drank. After she finished, I spoke up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes Ranger Rick, I'm perfectly fine. Puking up your lungs is a normal thing and should be done on a daily basis," she retorted.

"I mean- are you- what- how did you get so sick?" I stuttered out.

"I might have caught it last night," she whispered.

"What happened last night?"

"I kinda locked myself out and Riley wasn't home so I stayed in Central Park till my mom got home from work at… midnight, I think. And I also have a high fever," she said in a small, strangled voice, knowing I would be upset.

"MAYA! It's the middle of the winter!" I exclaimed. I softened my voice when I saw her cower and cover her ears. "Sorry," I said. This was all very new to me. Never in my life have I seen Maya Penelope Hart so innocent and helpless. It was weird, but I didn't mind.

"So… where's your mother now?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

"At work," she responded, as if it was normal for a girl's mother to be at work eighteen hours a day. (A.N. How long does Katy work? I just made that up. I should stop interrupting, back to the story.)

"Then I guess I'll have to take care of you myself."

"No, you don't have to," she said quickly.

"But I want to," I offered. "Don't take it a weird way, just think of me as a helping hand."

*Thirty minutes later*

After the scene in the bathroom, I had taken Maya to the couch where we were currently waiting for the pizza I had ordered and watchingField of Dreams. The pizza guy came in just as Shoeless Joe Jackson showed up in Ray's field. I lifted Maya's head off of my shoulder, grabbed my wallet off the table, and jogged to the door. I handed the man (no older than nineteen I would guess) the money and he quickly glanced in the room.

"Is she your girlfriend?" he asked.

"What? No! We're just friends" I said, surprised at his question, trying to keep the volume down, since Maya was not too far away.

"Sure…" he said.

"GET OUT!"

Hoping Maya hadn't heard any of that, I walked back to the couch and set the pizza and the change on the coffee table, next to the TV remote.

"I'll pay you back," Maya offered.

"Nope. My treat. All included in the job of being your helping hand." I said.

"Stop that," she whined.

"Stop what?" I asked.

"Being all nice," she said.

"Sorry Clutterbucket, no can do," I said. She laughed in response, a weak laugh, but more than I would have expected considering she was violently sick not too long ago (and possibly still is).

About twenty minutes before the movie ended, I leaned over to whisper something in Maya's ear, only to find her sound asleep, softly snoring. Having seen the movie only a million times, I didn't wait for it to end. I scooped Maya up in my arms with ease and carried her to her bedroom. Being the clean freak I am, I made sure to clean up our mess from the pizza and her mess in the bathroom.

Just before I left, I planted a soft kiss on Maya's sleeping forehead, and I swear I saw her smile. I smiled back, and with that, I was gone.

Don't you just love nosy pizza delivery guys? ;)

Oh my gosh, my first fanfic, I'm so excited! Can you tell? Am I coming off too strong? Never mind, don't answer that. Anyway, since I'm new here, I would absolutely LOVE some feedback. Did you love it? Hate it? Like the plot but think I'm a terrible writer? Is anyone even reading this? God I have so many questions! Whatever, it's like 12:30 a.m. here so I'm gonna go to bed after I put this up, or maybe I'll do it in the morning, you'll never know… Kay I'm weird. Give me feedback, and stay tuned for the next one-shot. Love ya,

- Meg