"Volunteer Week!" Cory declared as his students took their seats.

The class groaned.

"Guy! Volunteer week is fun! You get to help the people!" Cory said.

"Oh come one Matthews! You make us do this volunteer week every year. We go out, volunteer at the soup kitchen and go home. Nothing ever changes. So what's the point?" Maya asked.

"Because, Maya, it's not enough to leave school and just want to succeed in the world. Because then you just become a part of it. You have to have the desire to change it." Cory insisted.

Maya opened her mouth when the door opened and Topanga walked in.

Something was wrong.

Topanga looked like she was trying to hold it together.

"Hello pretty lady." Cory said brightly.

"Um, Cory, can I talk you in the hall?" Topanga said as she swallowed hard.

Cory gave her a concerned look.

"Sure… You guys hold tight I'll be right back."

Cory followed Topanga into the hall and closed the door behind him.

Riley and Maya looked at each other and were up out of their seats.

They had just reached the door when they heard Cory scream "No!"

The girls pressed their faces to the glass.

They watched as Cory covered his face with his hands and sank to the ground, sobs racking his body.

Topanga had wrapped her arms around herself and tears were following down her face.

"Somethings wrong." Riley whispered before yanking the door open.

"What going on?" She demanded.

Lucas, Zay, Farkle and Smackle came up behind the girls.

Cory made no move from his position but Topanga took a deep breath, as if willing her tears away.

"I-I got a call from your Grandma this morning. She told me that Mr. Feeny died this m-morning." She stuttered as she choked back a sob.

Riley let out a whine and Maya took her hand.

She had only met the old man a few times but she had seen how much Cory, Shawn and Topanga loved him.

Riley had definitely known the man much more personally, having spent countless summers and winter breaks at her grandparents and, by extension, Feeny's.

"Has anyone told my dad?" Maya asked.

Cory took a sharp intake of breath.

"Panga… I have to tell Shawn." He choked out.

"I know… Girls get your things. I've already signed you out for the day."

Riley and Maya reentered the classroom.

Topanga sniffed.

"Lucas will you call your mother? And Farkle, your dad?" She asked.

"Yes ma'am."

"Yes Aunt Topanga."

Riley and Maya came back out.

"What about my class? And Auggie?" Cory asked listlessly.

"They're sending a sub and Derek is going to pick up Auggie from school and him and Casey are going to keep him till we get back."

Cory looked pitiful as he got up.

"Why did this happen Topanga?" He asked.

"I don't know Cory."

Shawn Hunter was having a good day.

He and Katy were both home and well…

"Shawn!" Katy giggled as Shawn kissed her stomach.

He grinned and kissed his way up her body before kissing up her neck.

"Sorry it's just… I can't believe this is actually happening." Shawn said as his fingers ghosted over Katy's still flat stomach.

They had been trying for over a year to get pregnant and had gotten the call from the doctor this morning confirming that Katy was pregnant.

"I love you." Katy said.

"Love you too." Shawn said before capturing her lips.

"Shawn? SHAWN?!" Cory's voice rang out.

"Ignore him and he'll go away." Shawn said.

"What if somethings wrong?" Katy said.

Shawn groaned and rolled onto his back.

"Give me a minute Cor!" He yelled as he pulled on his pants.

He walked into the living room and was surprise to see Cory and Topanga plus his niece and daughter.

Shawn was really regretting not putting on a shirt.

"Why aren't you in school?" Shawn asked.

"Shawn." Cory said, his voice breaking.

Shawn searched his friend's face.

It was etched in grief.

Grief he'd only seen on Cory's face once, just over twenty years ago.

"Cory what's going on?" He asked tentatively.

"Shawn… Feeny's gone." Cory whispered.

No.

He couldn't be…

"Where did he go Cory?" Shawn asked.

Topanga took a sharp intake of breath.

"Shawn… He passed away this morning. Mom found him." She said.

"You're lying." Shawn whispered.

"Shawn-"

"You're lying!" Shawn yelled.

He could feel tears sting his eyes.

This wasn't possible.

Feeny was immortal.

He couldn't be dead.

"What's going on?" Katy asked as she exited the room, having put on her clothes.

Topanga took the woman's hand and pulled her into the kitchen, whispering to her.

"Shawny it's true. I talked to mom on the way over." Cory said.

Shawn blinked tiredly.

"I was going to call and tell him about the baby first." He said numbly.

"Baby?" Maya asked, speaking for the first time.

"Yeah." Shawn said.

"When did you find out?" Maya asked.

"This morning."

"We were going to tell you first Maya." Katy assured from the kitchen.

"I wanted to tell him." Shawn said faintly.

"You ok Shawn?" Cory asked.

"I… I need to go." Shawn said.

He walked in the bedroom and grabbed a shirt.

"Where are you going Shawn?" Katy asked.

She sounded fucking terrified.

Did she think…

"I just need to think Katy. And make a phone call."

Rachel Friar was surprise when her phone showed that her son was calling.

Lucas never called in the middle of the day, even after they had begun to get closer.

"Hi sweetie!" She greeted as she answered.

"Mama are you sitting down?" Lucas asked and Rachel felt her heart stop.

"Please tell me Riley isn't pregnant." She begged.

Lucas sputter.

"What? No!"

Rachel let out a sigh of relief as she sat down on the couch.

"Then what so dramatic?" Rachel asked.

"Mr. Feeny passed away this morning."

Rachel's jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Mr. Feeny died?" She asked, wanting to make sure she heard right.

"Yes ma'am. Mrs. Matthews told me to call you and tell you." Lucas said.

Rachel swallowed.

"Thank you Lucas. I'll see you when you get home." Rachel said before hanging up.

She promptly burst into tears.

Josh was in the middle of his General Chemistry II class when he felt his phone vibrate.

Josh glanced up to make sure his teacher was still lecturing to the board and pulled out his phone.

It was from Maya.

Emergency. Come to apartment now.

Josh rolled his eyes.

Maya's idea of an emergency was wanting to have a quickie while Katy and Shawn were out of the house.

He quickly responded with in class, can't come screw before turning his attention back to the lecture.

She almost responded almost immediately.

Feeny died u ass.

Josh's eyes widened and he felt himself reach for his inhalers as his breath caught.

"You ok?" The pretty brunette that sat next to him asked.

"I-I don't… Marti… Can't…"

He couldn't breathe.

"Professor Haplin! Josh is having an asthma attack! Can I take him to the Health Center?" Marti called to the teacher.

The man gestured for them to go and Marti dragged Josh out of the class.

"Breath Josh!" She ordered as she forced the inhaler into Josh's mouth and made him take a puff.

Josh instantly felt better.

"Thanks." He said.

"Dude no problem. You saved my ass this year when I decided to take fucking GenChem as a Freshman." She said.

"My neighbor died today." Josh said.

"Your neighbor here?" Marti asked.

"No back home." Josh said, shaking his head.

"Um ok?" Marti said.

"He was important to me. He was there when I was born." Josh said.

Marti's eyes softened.

"Sorry dude. I'm kind of fucked up from my home life soooo…." She said.

"You live in Manhattan in a fucking brownstone." Josh deadpanned.

"Before that though. So want me to take notes or something?" She asked.

"Yeah. I might be gone a few days."

Running Minkus International was exhausting and at times tedious for Stuart Minkus.

It was, however, a little less exhausting with the help of Edwin Venturi.

The man was a genius with numbers and had a good eye for investment opportunities.

Unfortunately, he also was a bit of a jerk.

"So are you ever going to admit your kids guy?"

Ok, he was a big jerk.

"You don't have any proof that Farkle is gay." Minkus said, not looking up from his computer.

"You mean besides the fact I caught him staring at that other kid's ass?" Edwin asked.

Minkus' head snapped to Edwin's.

"What?" He asked.

"Yeah. Every time that Zay kid is over Farkle is staring at his ass. It's not even that nice of one." Edwin said.

"Please don't talk about the minor's… butt." Minkus said.

"What? That kids like seventeen and him and his friends are always talking about how it's supper flat. By the way you kid's friends are weird." Edwin said.

"My kid is weird." Minkus drawled.

"True."

Minkus glared.

"At least he has friends. Your only friend is your sister and your boyfriend."

"So you going to talk to him about it?"

Minkus sighed.

"I don't even know where to start." He said helplessly.

"Can't help you there man. My dad tried to beat the gay out of me." Edwin said.

Minkus' phone rang and he quickly answered it.

"Hello?"

"Dad?"

Minkus frowned.

Farkle was supposed to be in class.

"Farkle why are you calling me in the middle of your… history class?" He asked, looking at his clock.

"Mr. Feeny died this morning dad."

Oh.

"Is Cory ok?" Minkus asked at once.

"I don't know. Him, Aunt Topanga, Maya and Riley left. They told me to call you."

Minkus sighed.

He wasn't nearly as close to his old teacher as his friends but when Farkle had spent time in Philadelphia he was almost always with Riley at her grandparents.

"Give me an hour and I'll be there." He said with a sigh.

"Thanks dad."

Minkus hung up and turned to Edwin.

"You're in charge. Don't fuck up my company."

Jack Hunter smiled proudly as Eric took the stage.

He couldn't believe that this was his life.

Two years ago he had been a literal snake oil salesman.

Then he reconnected with Eric and that had led him to reconnecting with his brother and friends.

It also led him to a job as one of Eric's 'political advisors'.

It was just a fancy way of saying it was Jack's job to keeping Eric from fucking up the country to badly.

Surprisingly enough Eric wasn't bad at being a senator.

He pushed for all the right bills, a lot of the time ones that he chose on his own.

He even helped write some of them.

And everyone loved him.

He had a way of making people see what was really important: The human condition.

Employment rates were up, he'd convinced several right wing conservative senators and governors to change their stance of gay marriage and the LBGTQ+ community and was being courted by both the Democrats AND the Republicans to be their nominee for the next presidential election.

Yeah.

Eric Matthews was probably going to be the next President of the United States.

It's was probably the end of the world but fuck it.

Jack was there for the ride.

Currently Eric was doing a Q&A on the new bill they were pushing to help New York's homeless population.

Jack's phone rang and he quickly answered it, knowing that only one person could get through at this time.

"Shawn? What's up man?" He whispered into the phone.

"I-Oh god Jack." Shawn's voice cracked and Jack knew something was wrong immediately.

"What's going on Shawn?" He asked forcefully.

"Feeny died."

Jack felt all the blood drain from his face.

"Shawn if this is some sick joke…" He said, his voice trailing off.

"It's not." Shawn said dully.

Jack opened his mouth to say something but couldn't.

What could he say?

The man who had believed in him, in all of them more than anyone was gone.

"I think we're all going to Phillie tonight. Feeny… he didn't really have anyone." Shawn said before let out a sob.

"We'll meet you there." Jack promised before hanging up.

All this political stuff could wait.

He gestured for TJ, who was moderating, to cut the Q&A short.

Jack had to talk to Eric.

Angela left Shawn Hunter she had every intention of returning and marrying him.

Had he asked she would never had left.

But he loved her enough to let her leave and she would forever love him for that.

But she wasn't Shawn.

She didn't put her life on hold while traveling.

Still… even as she dated and moved across Europe, first with her father and then on her own, she held onto that piece of a dream that was Shawn.

And then she met William Rhee and that dream fell to the way side.

William was her everything.

He was smart and passionate and kind.

She would follow him anywhere.

Which is why she was packing up their little house in Maine so they could move to New Mexico.

Angela would follow Will anywhere but that didn't mean she liked it.

She slammed her hands on the counter in frustration.

She was just starting to really like Maine.

It felt like a good place to raise Malia.

More importantly it also was close enough that she was starting to rebuild the bridges she had burnt so long ago.

She didn't want to go.

"Ang!" William called as he walked into the kitchen.

Malia was in one arm while he clutched the house phone in the other.

"It's Topanga on the phone." He said as he handed it to her.

Angela sighed and put the phone to her ear.

"Hey girl." She greeted.

She loved Topanga.

Their bond might have been built on the grounds they had both been dating men who were each other's soul mate but their friendship went beyond that.

"Am I interrupting?" Topanga asked.

Angela immediately picked up on the sorrow in her friend's voice.

"No just packing is all." Angela said.

"I… You need to sit Angela."

Angela walked over to the kitchen table and sat.

William shot her a look.

"What's going on Topanga?" Angela demanded.

Oh god if anything had happened to those kids.

Or Cory.

Or Shawn.

"Mr. Feeny died."

Angela's breath hitched.

"When?" She asked.

"This morning. They think he had a heart attack in his sleep." Topanga said with sniff.

"How are they doing?" Angela asked.

"Cory is freaking out and Shawn took off. I think he's going to go call Jack."

Angela nodded to herself.

"So what's the plan?" She asked.

"We're driving down to Phillie tonight. Mr. Feeny didn't have any family so..." Topanga trailed off.

"No he had us. I'll book a flight." Angela said firmly.

Topanga murmured her thanks before hanging up.

"What's going on Ang?" William asked.

"One of my… My high school teacher died. I have to go to Philadelphia for a few days." Angela said as she stood to head towards their bedroom.

"Our flight leaves in the morning!" William called from behind her.

Angela spun around to face him.

"A member of my family died, Will, and I need to be there for my family." She hissed.

"You mean you need to be there for Shawn!"

Angela froze.

"What are you talking about?" She asked.

"You've changed ever since you started talking to those people Angela! I remember one day we're fighting about having a baby and you take off for three days before coming home and declaring that you're ready for kids. After that all you could talk about was Cory and Topanga and Shawn, Shawn, Shawn!" William spat.

"You think I'm going to comfort Shawn? Will he's married and so am I! He's my friend. Nothing more!" Angela said.

"You just don't get it Angela! You're always flying out to New York! They're bad influences on you!" William said.

Malia was whimpering.

"How are they bad influences?!" Angela screamed.

"They're taking you from me!" William yelled.

"Why didn't you tell me you thought I was spending too much time in New York?"

"Why do you think I took the job in New Mexico?!"

Angela's eyes widened.

"What?" She whispered.

"I took the job in New Mexico to get you away from those people. So it could go back to the way it was. You, me and now Malia." William admitted.

Angela stared in disbelief.

Her eyes grew cold as she took Malia from William.

"You know what? Move. Do it. But I'm not moving."

Eric wasn't a moron.

Well not as big a moron as he acted like.

He acted the way he did because it got him to where he needed to be.

Plus, it was fun fucking with people.

Especially Pangers.

So when TJ cut the Q&A short he knew something was wrong.

Jack was waiting in the green room, a grim expression on his face as he talked on the phone.

When he noticed Eric he hung up promptly.

"What's going on Jack?" Eric asked as he sat on the couch.

"Eric I need you to be normal Eric right now. You can't be wacky Eric ok?" Jack said.

"I'm still in normal Eric mode babe."

Jack kneeled in front of him and took his hands.

"Eric… Mr. Feeny died this morning."

Oh.

Oh god.

"Feeny died?" Eric asked in a small voice.

Jack nodded sadly.

Eric started panting hard.

"Eric?" TJ asked.

"Get everyone out of here! He's having a panic attack!" Jack snapped.

TJ nodded and herded everyone out of the room.

"Breath Eric." Jack chanted as he pulled the other man off the couch and into his arms.

Eric continued to panic and his breathing got worse.

Jack grabbed his face and kissed him.

He felt Eric relax into his embrace and broke the kiss.

"Why'd you do that?" Eric asked.

"Used to work when we were kids." Jack said with a shrug.

Eric started sobbing and Jack kept holding onto him, rocking him as he cried.

It was a bad day.