Trust me, I know, I shouldn't. But, here's another fan fiction! This one is for Boy Meets World.

After binging almost 7 seasons, I couldn't help myself.

This takes place before Cory and Topanga break up in Season 3. I'd almost like to put it later on, but I want Jonathan Turner. So, here we are.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

God bless,
Trekkiehod

~TH~

"Where are those boy?" Alan paced back in forth in the kitchen. "They should have been back half an hour ago!"

Amy rubbed her husband's arm, "I'm sure they have a perfectly reasonable explanation. If not, we can always ground them for a month."

"Make it two," Alan grumbled. He was beginning to regret his decision to let Eric take Cory to Atlantic City for a "fun-filled Saturday". The deal was for them to be back by nine. It was almost ten. It wasn't that he didn't trust his boys, he did. It was just that they were his boys, no matter how old they were. He had a hard time believing that Eric was a senior in high school. Where had the time gone?

The phone began ringing and he sighed as he went to get it. "Maybe they decided to call and say they're just going to move there!"

"Alan," Amy sighed.

"I know, I know," he rolled his eyes as he picked up the phone, "Hello?" Then he went completely white. "Are you sure?" Amy came and put her hand on his arm. "I'll be there as soon as I can." He hung up the phone, then stood frozen in place.

"Alan?" His wife asked stroking his sleeve.

His voice was very quiet when he answered. "Th-they were in a car accident. A drunk driver-" he closed his eyes.

Amy's hand flew to her mouth. "Are they, are they-"

"They're alive. Eric seems to be okay, but, " he paused gathering his fragile thoughts, "Cory..." He took a deep breath. "We need to go."

"Go, " she said quietly. He looked at her confused. "We can't just leave Morgan here. I'll get her dressed and be there as fast as I can."

Alan nodded reluctantly. "Call Johnathon and Topanga. I'll talk to George."

~BMW~

Alan knocked on the door. His heart was pounding and he was finding it difficult to think. When there was no answer, he pounded harder.

George Feeny appeared at the door fully dressed and holding a book in his hand. "Alan, what-"

"The boys were in a car accident."

George disappeared and returned a moment later without his book and wearing a jacket.

"Let's go."

~BMW~

"Shawn, just because it's a Saturday doesn't mean you can stay up all night," Jonathan said from the kitchen.

Shawn sat on the couch watching TV and eating a bowl of chips. "Ah, come on Jon, it's barely ten."

"I know but-" the phone cut him off. Glancing at Shawn, who didn't move, he went to answer it.

"Hello? Oh, hey Amy." Jonathan's eyes widened, "We'll be right there. No, no I'm sure. He's my student and Shawn's best friend. We'll be there." After she issued her thanks, he hung up.

"Who was on the phone?" Shawn asked.

Jonathan turned to him "Turn off the TV."

He looked like he was about to argue, but did as he was told when he saw the worried look on his teachers face.

"I promise I haven't done anything illegal in at least a month." Shawn joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Shawn, I need you to listen to me and not freak out."

"Jon, what's wrong."

Turner sat on the couch beside him.

"Jon?"

"There's been an accident."

Shawn gave him a wary look. "What do you mean an accident?"

Jonathan rubbed his face, he hated this. "Shawn, Cory and Eric got hit by a drunk driver."

Before he could say anything to comfort the boy, Shawn was already out the door.

~TH~

Yeah, I don't know. This just kind of happened.

Hope to have more soon!

Be sure to review!

God bless,
Trekkiehood