Summary: Cory and Topanga move back to Philadelphia from New York with their high school-age children. Shawn moves back, as well- to discover an interesting secret Morgan Matthews has kept for fourteen years…
A/N: My first published fic- be nice, okay? R & R, please!
Disclaimer: I do not own Boy Meets World...

Sixteen-year-old twins Patrick Alan Matthews and Georgia Amy Matthews simultaneously closed their newly-issued lockers at John Adams High. It was their first day at their new school- the first day of their junior year of high school- and the Matthews twins were a bit nervous. And, while Georgie could easily admit that, her brother considered himself much too cool to show such a display of emotion. Georgie stood in front of Trick, as her twin had long ago been nicknamed, who leaned against his locker. "Well, at least we have the same classes," she said with a smile, liking the fact that she had her brother and best friend with her to help her through the transition. Trick lifted a shoulder in a half-shrug, but the wink he gave his twin told her all she needed to know- despite the fact that Trick considered himself way cooler than his younger-by-three-minutes sister, he was always there for his twin. Loyalty between siblings was something their Uncle Shawn and their dad had taught them- though, technically, Shawn Hunter was not their father's biological brother. That had never mattered, though- not to Cory or Shawn, not to their mother Topanga, and not to the twins- or their fourteen-year-old sister, Sam.

The bell rang then, signaling the beginning of what was sure to be a very interesting day. Trick slung an arm around his sister's shoulder, knowing Georgie was nervous. His twin tended to worry a lot- too much, in his opinion, but no matter how much he picked on her, he loved her and had promised his dad he'd look out for her. "C'mon, Georgie, it'll be cool- just think- we get to meet how many of Mom and Dad's old teachers?"

Georgie smiled at the reminder- they did, in fact, have a number of their parents' former teachers. Not to mention George Feeney was still the principal. Georgie couldn't wait to meet him- after all, she had been named after the man that had taught her parents and uncles so much about life.

Jonathon Turner stood, as usual, just outside his door and greeted his students with his usual charming smile as they all stepped inside and took their seats. He noted two students he'd never seen before- he was sure of that, despite the fact that they looked familiar to him somehow. One had only to look at them to know they were siblings- most likely twins, he thought- given the similarities in their physical appearances. They shared the same medium brown hair and hazel eyes, the same crooked smile- though the boy's was somewhat cockier than the girl's- the same face-shape, and several other traits.

When the second bell rang, he stepped to the front of the class, noticing that the siblings had chosen to sit beside one another in middle of his room. Somehow, he was sure that was an unspoken compromise between the two. Class began and he handed out various papers for the students to take home and share with their parents, and he told several jokes as he attempted to set them all at ease. In the twenty years he'd been teaching at John Adams, one thing that had not changed was his teaching style- he was still the easy-going teacher kids came to with their problems, and that was the way he liked it. However, no one had ever managed to sneak quite as far into his heart as three long ago students.

When class was over, the students rushed out of the room- another thing that never seemed to change, he thought with a laugh. The siblings- they were in fact twins, he had discovered- stayed and approached his desk. "You two are new here, aren't you?" he questioned with an easy smile.

The pair nodded and the boy, Patrick, handed him a note before giving him that cocky grin and leading his sister out of the room towards their next class. "What have you there, Mr. Turner?" The familiar voice belonged to his long-time friend George Feeney, who now stood in the classroom's doorway.

Jonathon shrugged and unfolded the note. He raised a graying eyebrow and looked at Feeney. "A note- addressed to you and me."

His friend neared his desk and declared, "Read it aloud."

Following the suggestion- which he knew was really an order- Jonathon began to read:

Mr. Tuner and Mr. Feeney-

It's been a long time since I've written that. By now, at least one of you has met our two oldest children, Trick and Georgie. I hate to break it to you, but that twilight-zone feeling you probably have right now- and if it hasn't hit yet, don't worry; I assure you, it will- isn't about to go away. Georgie, bless her heart, is a lot like her mother- only, thankfully, a lot quieter. She's a studious girl who prides herself on working hard and making good grades. Trick… Well, he's more like their uncle. I swear, it's a name-thing- you name a kid after George Feeney (that would be Georgie, naturally), and she turns out to be a lot like him: wise and understanding. Now, you name a kid after Shawn Patrick Hunter (Trick) and you end up with Shawn all over again. I'm sure we'll be seeing plenty of one another, thanks to Trick. Warning: you will also meet our daughter Samantha. She's… well, Sam is more like me… Might I suggest running now?

With love,

Corey and Topanga Matthews

"Corey and Topanga Matthews," Jonathon repeated, a smile tugging at his lips. "Well, now, that certainly explains a lot." He looked up and noticed the tears pooling in George's eyes. "Didn't expect a namesake, huh, George?" he asked with a grin.

George shook his head and laughed, "We've just gone back in time twenty years, Jonathon- do you remember what the three of them were like as teenagers?" Both teachers shuddered at the memories. "This, my boy, is bound to be interesting."

Just then, two giggling teenage girls walked in. They were, Jonathon knew, freshman- his next class was completely comprised of freshman. They both looked up and Jonathon and George were both hit with that "twilight-zone feeling" Corey had eluded to in his note. It was as though they really had gone back to a day twenty years ago- the day Shawn had dressed-up as a girl as part of a rather interesting experiment, to be exact. One young girl looked just like Shawn- or, rather, "Veronica" as he'd been known for the period of time he'd been a "girl"- and the other was the spitting image of Topanga Lawrence-Matthews.

"Please, please, please tell me Shawn Hunter is not a father," Jonathon whispered harshly to George, who appeared to have the same thoughts.

"Hi!" The Shawn/Veronica look-alike greeted cheerily. "I'm Shauna Matthews," she told the now-terrified pair.

"And I'm her cousin, Samantha Matthews," Topanga's double told them as she took her seat beside her new-found cousin. She hadn't known that her Aunt Morgan's daughter would be in Philadelphia- the last she'd heard, Morgan and her daughter lived in California, much to their grandparents' dismay. It had been so awesome to finally meet her cousin, though- it had only taken them about five minutes of conversation about how they had the same last name to discover this interesting fact.

The teenagers continued to babble as they took their seats in the front row, while George and Jonathon looked at one another in horrified shock. "Did she say Matthews?" George whispered to his friend, who simply nodded, unable to speak. "That could only mean…"

George's sentence trailed off and Shauna interrupted. "Have you two been here long? I mean, if you have, you might have known our parents- my mom's Morgan Matthews and my dad… Well, I know he went to school here, too, but I don't know… Anyway…" The teenager continued to talk at a rapid speed, but neither George nor Jonathon were listening anymore. Morgan Matthews and Shawn Hunter had a daughter…

"I would like to recall my previous statement- this year isn't going to be interesting," George told his friend, "it's going to be…" He seemed to search for a fitting word. When it became apparent to Jonathon that he wasn't having any luck, Jonathon filled in the blank for hi.

"How does "explosive" work?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice.