A/N: Here's chapter 2! Sorry for the long wait, guys. I hope you like it, and please R&R! Certain scenes here were inspired by The Teal Dragon's story "Where the Heart Is". If you've read it, you might notice the parts that were inspired by the story. If you haven't, I highly recomend reading it, because it's a great story.
P.S. An asterisk (*) indicates a scene change.
Disclaimer: I don't own Boy Meets World.

Jack looked up as the door to their apartment opened and Shawn entered.

"Shawn," Jack breathed. "Are you alright?"

"I guess I've been better. How are you?"

"Okay, I suppose."

Shawn had been staring at the floor as he spoke, but now he looked up at his half brother. "Oh, Jack, I'm really sorry. I've only been thinking about my own feelings."

Jack smiled as he went to hug his brother. "It's alright. I completely understand. I think you should get some rest. Go take a nap, okay? We can talk later."

"Thanks, Jack. See you later."

Shawn went to take a nap, but his peaceful sleep was interrupted within minutes by a dream.

Dream

"Hey, Shawnie," Chet Hunter said, walking up to his son.

"Dad! What- Are you okay?"

"Sure! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I just saw you...die."

"Yeah, well, about that. Listen, Shawn. I'm sorry you didn't have the easiest childhood in the world. I know I drank a little too much and left you much too often. I'm really sorry about that. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Dad."

"Thanks, Shawnie. I love you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, Dad, I know. I love you, too."
Chet Hunter smiled. "I'm glad I could talk to you. I have to go now."

"No, Dad. Wait."

Chet turned and Shawn gave a him a big hug. The older man chuckled as he hugged his son back tightly.

"I really do have to go now, Shawnie."
"No, but Dad-"

"I'm not in your world anymore. I'm sorry, Shawn. I have to leave you."

"No, Dad!"

"G'bye, Shawnie. I love ya, son."
Chet turned and began to walk away slowly. Shawn tried to run after him, but no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't catch up.

"Dad! Wait! Dad!"
End of Dream

"Dad! Wait! Dad!"

Jack heard Shawn's screams from the other room and ran in.

"Shawn. Shawn!" Jack took his brother by the shoulders and shook him to wake him. "Shawn, wake up!"

Shawn opened his eyes. Tears were streaming down his face. "Jack?"

"Yeah, buddy. What happened?"

"I had a dream that Dad came to talk to me. And then he left. And no matter what I did, I couldn't catch up!" Shawn was sobbing again. "I couldn't catch up," he repeated. "I couldn't do it."

Jack wrapped his arms around his younger brother, feeling tears prick his own eyes as he hugged him close. "Shh, Shawn. It's going to be alright. We're going to get through this, okay? Together."

Shawn nodded, wiping the tears from his face as he hugged his brother back. "Thanks, Jack."

"No problem. You're my brother, Shawn. Don't forget that. I love you, buddy."

Jack held Shawn tightly until his brother fell asleep again, then tucked him in and left the room. He sat on the couch for a long time just thinking. Soon, tears came again and he cried himself to sleep.

A few hours later, Shawn woke up and went into living room. Jack was awake again and reading the paper, though based on the fast rate at which he was turning the pages, it did not seem like he was actually absorbing what he was reading.

"Hey, Jack." Shawn's voice was quiet and low.

"Hey."

"What are we going to do?" Shawn's voice sounded calm, but when Jack looked into his brother's eyes he could see the pain in them, and how he was internally screaming for help.

Jack patted the seat on the couch next to him, signaling fur Shawn to sit down, which he did. "Shawn, listen. It's going to be hard at first. It's going to be really, really hard."

"I know," Shawn murmured. "I don't think I can take it anymore."

"You can take it," Jack said quickly. The response was almost frantic. "Of course you can take it, and Cory, and me, and and everyone else will be here to help you. Don't worry."

Shawn sighed. "Thanks, Jack."

Jack slung an arm around Shawn's shoulders. "No problem. That's what I'm here for."

Shawn gave a small smile, but concern quickly returned to his eyes. "Hey, are you doing alright?" he asked his brother gently.

Jack sighed and closed his eyes, suddenly not trusting himself to speak.

"Jack, what's the matter? You can talk to me."

The older boy shook his head silently, then stood and went over to lean against the island in the kitchen, his back to his brother. "It hurts so much it doesn't even make sense," he said quietly. "There's just this ongoing pain, even though I barely even knew him. We were never in contact when I lived with my mom, and even when I moved here, we didn't talk all that much. We definitely didn't have a father-son type of relationship. So it hurts something awful, but I can't explain why."

Shawn nodded knowingly. "It hurts because you love him. You will always love a parent, so you love Dad just as much as I do, having grown up in his house."

"I guess you're right. Thank you, Shawn."

"No problem. That's what I'm here for," Shawn said, echoing Jack's words from earlier.

Jack grinned and sat beside his brother once again. For the first time that day, the silence between them was comfortable in the little apartment.

A/N: What do you guys think? I want to continue this fic, but I'm not sure how to go from here. I had some ideas for bringing in Mr. Turner, but I wasn't sure how to do it. If anyone has an idea, please share it, and constructive criticism is also welcome and appreciated.
Also, I finally watched "We'll Have a Good Time Then", which is the episode where Chet dies. It was so sad! :(
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed!