Authoress Note: This was written for the Boy Meets World Fandom challenges being issued in the "Need Some Help?" forum. The challenge (which to be fair, I issued) was to write a fantasy episode like "And Then There Was Shawn", "I Was A Teenage Spy", "Eric Hollywood", "No Guts No Cory", "The Psychotic Episode" the list goes on and on. Unlike my other stories, this story will not contain slash. sorry. I'm really excited for this story, it should be fun, reviews are always appreciated.
"Stop it, stop it!" Topanga laughed from the stair case. Her mother and Aunt Prudence continued to hum "Pomp and Circumstance" loudly in the living room as Topanga ran up the stairs.
She was really happy that her parents had been able to come up to Philadelphia for her graduation. She had only seen them twice since they had moved to Pittsburg two years ago and now they were staying for the whole week. Topanga reached the top of the stairs, and ducked into the bathroom. John Adam's High Graduation Ceremony started in 3 hours and she still had to do her hair and make up and then get her graduation pictures taken.
She plugged in her straightener, set it on the little shelf above the sink and then caught herself humming Pomp and Circumstance under her breath as she took her make up out of the medicine cabinet and set the little containers on the shelf next to the straightener. She shook her head as though trying to shake the song out and pulled the handle on the faucet. The sink began to fill as she grabbed her shaving cream and razor from the shower. It would save time to just shave her legs in the sink. Topanga wished that she had had time to talk to her mother about what she thought Topanga should do about Cory and Yale. Well, to put it truthfully, Cory OR Yale. For all the curly haired boy's reassurances and promises, Yale was a long walk from Philadelphia, and they had never been apart for more than a week or so. She wasn't sure what a year apart would do to them.
"Don't worry about it right now, Topanga," she whispered to herself, "Just get through commencement tonight. You can worry about what you are actually commencing tomorrow."
The song under her breath changed from Pomp and Circumstance to an a-rythmic little tune as she pulled one leg and then the other out of her pants and hung them carefully on the towel rack. She swung one leg into the sink and started splashing warm water on her calf. As she lathered shaving cream onto her leg she realized that her formless melody had morphed inexplicably into the wedding march. She cleared her throat and stopped humming altogether.
The straightener's cord uncurled a little, moving it too close to the edge of the shelf for comfort. Topanga rinsed the lather off of her hands, wiped them dry and pushed it away from the edge. The straightener's tip nudged a container of face powder, which bumped a pot of eye shadow which pushed a blush sample off of the shelf. Topanga caught the blush, but when she leaned forward to set it back on the shelf, the foot she was standing on slid on a small puddle of water she had splashed out of the sink. She fell forward and caught herself on the shelf above the sink which pulled down. The straightener tumbled toward the sink.
Before Topanga could fling out a hand to catch it or herself, she heard a hiss of water and a sizzling and suddenly the entire world began to spin. Not just the world, but everything, time and space were spinning and she only caught flashes of what was spinning past her.
-She and Cory in a hotel room at prom-
-Sitting on Cory's couch, nestled against him with wet hair and wearing his clothes-
-She Cory all dressed up, dancing together in a wrestling ring-
-Kissing Cory at the fountain in Disney World-
-Being Trapped on the Subway with Cory for one wild New Year's Eve-
-Talking to Cory in a closet when they were supposed to be playing 7 Minutes in Heaven-
And pushing Cory, who's hair stood up straight a foot above his head, against a locker in the 6th grade and kissing him...everything froze as her lips touched his, and then everything began to spin faster , she and Cory weren't against the locker any more, his hair was straightened, mushed into a weird duck-like shape.
They were in the middle school cafeteria, and Shawn and another boy were laughing at Cory, the spinning changed directions... Shawn stopped laughing and moved to sit down at the table Topanga had invited Cory to sit at all those years ago... but that wasn't how it had happened... now Shawn was explaining that to get the students to care about the study hall librarian from being forced into retirement they had to appeal to the students on their level... and Stewart Minkus was agreeing... the spinning slowed just a little... now they were chained to the lockers, blocking the path to freedom on a Friday.
But it wasn't the people it had been before, the angry crowd went to go sign the petition like they had before, but instead of everyone shedding their hand cuffs and leaving Cory and Topanga alone... Cory, Topanga, Minkus and Shawn stood handcuffed to the lockers, reveling in their victory...
"I think this calls for a celebration burger at Chubbies," Topanga heard Shawn's voice, wavering like someone was spinning the volume dial back and forth... she heard herself replying "Do they serve anything vegetarian?" and Cory said, "We'll get Chubby to make you a salad. Coming Minkus?"
But that hadn't happened... had it?
Topanga's question went unanswered as time and space stopped swirling and everything went black.