Author's Note: Hello everyone! I am a big fan of both Girl Meets World and Boy Meets World. I love Cory and Topanga, but I don't agree that Riley and Lucas are "the next Cory and Topanga". I think Maya and Lucas have something that I don't think we'll ever see Riley and Lucas having. Riley and Lucas are forced. There are too high of expectations for it to ever be natural. So, basically, you can expect Lucaya eventually. But first you are gonna see some Shawn/Maya father/daughter relationship. I love the relationship between Shawn and Mr. Turner in the original story! I see Maya and Shawn having a similar relationship, thus the basis of this story. But, I promise there will be Lucaya. Here we go...

She would never forget that day. That day, the life she knew disappeared forever. That day officially ended her already short-lived childhood.

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"Riley, it doesn't work like that. Life isn't fair. I'll be okay. I will." The blonde comforted.

"Maya, you always say that, but how could you possibly be okay after that?"

"I'll just get the chicken fingers next week, Riles."

"Yeah, but those are the best food in the cafeteria! How can they just run out like that?"

Maya laughed. "It's alright, I'm thinking about going vegetarian anyway. Have you seen how hot dogs are made?" She shivered.

The two girls had just finished their lunch, and were making their way to their lockers. Riley had been arguing that it was some great injustice that the cafeteria ran out of chicken fingers. Maya, however, was indifferent to the whole thing.

"Ladies!" A young boy cooed smoothly with a surprisingly deeper voice than he once had.

"Farkle." The girls said in their usual rhythmic unison.

The boys were just joining the girls in front of their lockers. They usually sat together for lunch, but it was Riley and Lucas' three year anniversary since the day they decided to consciously uncouple. Even though it had been three years, it was still a little awkward on days like that. After all, Riley is extremely sentimental and never forgets things like that.

"So, are we still going to see that new movie tomorrow night?" Lucas asked joining Farkle next to his friends.

"Totally! Why wouldn't it we? What reason could there be that we wouldn't?" Riles laughed nervously.

"Riley! You still haven't talked to your dad yet?" Maya questioned, calling her out.

"What? No! Okay, yes. But, you know how he gets!"

"It's a movie, Riles."

"In a dark room sitting next to two boys." She defended.

Maya quieted her voice to a whisper as she turned to her friend and said, "Riley, he knows you no longer have a crush on Lucas. We're going as friends. There is nothing wrong with that. It is completely innocent and completely platonic. He has to get that."

"Okay - I'll talk to him tonight."

"You better, the movie is tomorrow."

"I get it. Let's just go to history class."

With that, the four headed off to Mr. Matthews' U.S. History class. They took their seats in their usual spots. They still sat like they had since the seventh grade. Maya in the front next to Riley, with Lucas behind Maya (oh, and he how he did like that view) and Farkle behind Riley.

"How is it that we're in tenth grade and you're still our teacher?" Maya asked the curly-haired teacher, but they all wondered the same thing daily.

"Because, I'm the hero you deserve, but not the one you need right now." He stopped to think about, then shook his head. "Wait, that's not...I mean...just open your history books. Let's begin. Class, who can tell me about the Great Depression?"

Farkle raised his hand. Flipping over the name plate, Mr. Matthews swapped places with Farkle. Farkle then skipped to the front and proceeded to unleash his wealth of knowledge. When he had finished and took his bow, Mr. Matthews filled in blanks of what he missed, which wasn't much. Maya had already tuned out a while ago, though, while the others in the group listened tentatively. That is, until an announcement was made over the P.A. system.

"Maya Hart. Please report to the office immediately." She despised that word report.

"What did you do, Maya?" Riley shifted toward her friend, distraught.

"Nothing! At least, I don't think I did anything..."

"You better go Ms. Hart." Mr. Matthews pointed towards the door.

Maya got up and walked out. Fear and panic struck her to the core. Each step brought on another drop of sweat. What could she have done? Was she in trouble? Was this about the fish bowl incident last week? She thought she had served her time for that. She had been in this situation before countless times. With exactly 246 detentions, she wasn't a stranger to this - nor was she proud of that either. But something felt different this time. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it did.

"Maya," the secretary greeted sadly.

"What is it Mrs. Shenigan?" Sensing the female's uneasiness.

She sighed. "Maya, I'm sorry to tell you this -"

"What is it? What's going on?" Now she was really worried.

"Maya, your mother has been in an accident. I don't know the details, but I've been informed she's been taken to the hospital."

"What?" Maya was shocked. She hadn't even realized that she had walked out of the school without saying a single word or grabbing any of her stuff until she was on the subway. Maya was completely lost in thought. Ever since she found out the truth about her mother back in seventh grade, they had been getting closer and closer. She truly loved her mother. She wasn't ready to lose her. Not yet. Not after everything they had been through.

"I'm looking for Katy Hart." Maya said rushing up to the receptionist at the E.R.

"And who are you?"

"I'm her daughter."

"I.C.U. room 202. It's that way." She pointed in a very general direction.

Maya took the wrong elevator to the wrong floor. She scrambled around, circling and back tracking. Hospitals are big and confusing. After the third wrong elevator and a stop on a floor that could only be described as area 51, Maya stopped a doctor and demanded that he take her to her mother.

"Room 202. Katy Hart." He said arriving in front of her door.

"Thank you," Maya said sincerely. "Can I go in?"

"Go on in. I'll page the doctor treating your mother to come and answer your questions."

She nodded with a debt of gratitude in her eyes. Then, she opened the door like it was a heavy vault.

"Mom? Mom what happened?" Her mother's face was unrecognizable. There were cuts, scraps, and bruises on any visible skin. She had noticeably broken her left leg and right arm. It wouldn't have surprise Maya if her mother had broken a couple ribs. Her head was wrapped in bandages. She was hooked up to about a gazillion machines and tubes. Her heartbeat, the only machine Maya could even begin to read, showed steady, though. That was good, right?

"Ms. Hart?" A deep voice from behind startled her. She turned around to see a man who wore blue scrubs and a white lab coat. He was older, Maya guessed he was like 100 (so in reality he was only 53).

"Yes." She finally responded.

"I understand you are my patient, Katy's, daughter. I am Dr. Robertson. I treated your mother when she was first rushed into the emergency room. I believe you have a few questions for me." He spoke very crisp and matter-of-factly.

"Why don't I start with what happened?" She asked.

"Witnesses say they saw her crossing 34th street when a drunk driver came out of nowhere and hit her."

"Why wasn't she at work? What was she doing out there?"

"I do not know that. I thought you might be able to answer that for us."

She shook her head slowly. After a short silence she opened her mouth to speak again, "Is she going to be okay?"

"She suffered a major blow to the cranium. There is a significant amount of swelling. Unfortunately, initial tests do not detect any cognitive function. In addition, vital organs appear to be damaged."

"I don't, I don't understand. What does that mean?"

"Your mother hit her head really hard. We will know more tomorrow, but these next 24 hours are crucial. We're looking for anything, any signs of life. In the meantime, are there any other family members you can call?"

Maya paused trying to take it all in. "No."

"I will leave you alone then. Let me know if you have any other questions."

"Thanks." Once he left the room, Maya fell into the nearest chair. How the heck did this happen?

So, what did you think? Comments, criticisms, imaginary cookies - I'll take 'em all.

Also, for dramatic effect, try playing "Suggestions" by Orelia Has Orchestra when Maya opens the door to her mother's room.