A/N: This story picks up at the end of the unfinished 'Angela's Men' tag ending. I do not own any of these characters. I just like to play with them.

Eric's Revenge: Completion of a tag ending… and much more!!!

The Attack

Topanga walked into her living room at 3:00 am to find Shawn and Angela making out on her couch.

"Is he ever going to leave?" she questioned, slightly disgusted.

Topanga knew she should be happy for her friends, but found herself feeling irritated. She refused to admit that maybe it was because she missed Cory. It would be too hard to admit that they should be back together, just like Shawn and Angela found their love again.

"Never," replied Angela, smiling dreamily and never taking her eyes off of Shawn's eyes.

Topanga walked to her refrigerator and grabbed a cool bottle of water. She desperately wished her mind would stop spinning and nagging at her, so that she could sleep. Opening the bottle Topanga took a long sip.  The water was cool and refreshing.

"Oh, and you are sitting on Eric."  She stated, as if it was not an odd thing at all to have Eric buried under the couch cushions. He had been seeking his revenge ever since she had beaten him up in their apartment war.

Angela and Shawn jumped up and Eric emerged from the couch, his face sticking through a red cushion. The reunited couple was mortified that he had been there the whole time, as they had been whispering things meant only for the other's ears between rather passionate kisses and caresses. Anger welled in Shawn, 'How could Eric be so dense?' he wondered.

Topanga just stood there; hand on hip, with her eyebrow raised.

"What exactly were you planning, Eric?" she questioned, still irritated. "How exactly do you think you are going to get me back, when you know I can kick your butt?"

Eric's eyes flashed, and he grinned wickedly.

"Sneak attack, Pangers… You have to sleep sometime you know," he hissed then pointed to Shawn, "If it hadn't been for Casanova here, I would have had you already. Ha Ha Ha HA!" Eric laughed menacingly.

Topanga just rolled her eyes. She was not amused. Slowly, she started to walk back to her room- fully intending to just go in and lock the door. Suddenly, though, there was a flash in the corner of her eye, and as she turned to see what happened, she saw Eric shed the cushion, and launch himself at her. Topanga took off in a run, her adrenaline finally kicking in.

He was hot on her heels, and she reached for her bedroom door in an attempt to lock him out. 'Why am I worried about this lunatic?' she wondered.

Eric threw himself against the door before she could latch it. With him pressing from the outside, and her pressing from the inside, the war was on again. He had roped the nonchalant Topanga back into his twisted scheme.

"Eric, damn you! Just accept that I kicked your butt! You are never going to win this…" She yelled, hoping she would not wake the neighbors.

It did not take long for Eric to overpower her, and Topanga fell back from the door. No sooner had the door opened than Eric slammed it shut and locked it, lest her friends should try to help her.

"Now I've got you," Eric said with his most evil grin, "and you are not getting away!"

He dropped down and sat on her, straddling her pelvis, and pinning her arms to the floor.

"And now what are going to do, Eric?" Topanga asked flatly. She knew- as crazy as Eric was- that he would never really hurt her. At this point she was so exhausted from the lack of sleep and the struggle, that surrender sounded good.

Eric's eyes flashed with his victory, and he leaned closer to Topanga's face.

"My brother is an idiot…" he whispered, and his eyes softened, "You are gorgeous when you're angry." With that, Eric leaned down and kissed Topanga on the lips. She was shocked, electricity shot through her. She had ignored her attraction for Cory's older brother for a long time. She knew it was only physical, and her love for Cory was deep and abiding; but Topanga didn't believe in that kind of love anymore- at least that's what she told herself.

Eric rose up and looked into her eyes; he was serious and less menacing. He still had a firm grasp on her.

"I didn't plan that, I swear… I don't know what came over me." He looked truly repentant. "I would never do this to my brother… He loves you desperately… I-I'm sorry." Eric let Topanga's arms free and got up, extending a hand to help her up.

"I guess even when I pin you; you can still kick my ass." Eric stated wistfully. "This is one battle I can never win." He turned and let himself out of her room.

Topanga stood in her room, completely dumbfounded. She never knew he felt that way. With his kiss still hot on her lips, she turned and walked slowly to her bed and curled up, hugging a purple satin throw pillow tightly. She was so confused.