A/N: Wow....Writing this chapter was very touching and I hope you all like reading it as much as I liked writing it. Now, I don't remember if the show ever said how Andy and Julia met, so don't get mad at me if it did, and this wasn't how the show did it. This is my lil' world, so you'll see how they meet in my mind. ;) BTW, does anyone know what Julia's maiden name was? muse-of-the-fairies: lol Guess you'll have to read to find out. :) Also, this title is a play on the show, "Boy Meets World". I'm not sure if any of you have ever seen it, but I used to watch it before it switched stations. It was a really cute show!

4.10 Brown Meets World

----November 26, 2004----

"Hi, Dad." Delia replied, in monotone.

Kelly continued to wail, as all eyes in the room focused not on her, but on Andy.

Delia took slow, steady steps forward, until she stood inches from her Father. "I think she wants you to hold her." She held up the infant and glared heatedly into her Father's eyes, as if trying to burn a message into his brain.

Andy stood there, just staring at the child that was letting out cries that could probably break the sound barrier. His body felt numb, as he stared into her eyes; his late wife's eyes. At that moment, an entire floodgate of memories opened up and flew through his mind, like the breaking of the Hoover Dam.

----Flashback----

A considerably young Andrew Brown rushed down a busy, cramped New York street. "I can't be late for this meeting!" He muttered, as he turned his arm to a flat ninty degree angle, to look at his watch. "I'm already ten minutes late!" He cried. As he began to put his arm down, he felt his body crash into something, then he felt himself tumbling to the ground. He saw his manilla folder fly from his hands, land on the ground, then a swirl of documents began to spin in the early morning breeze. "Damnit!" He cursed aloud.

"I'm so sorry!" A soft, female voice cried. A woman with beautiful long, brown hair pulled herself to her feet and dusted off her new skirt, then she held out a hand, to Andy.

Andy ignored the woman's hand and pulled himself up, never meeting the woman's eyes. He began to grab and reach for the various papers, that were now being stepped and scooted along, by strangers' feet.

"Let me help you.." The Woman pleaded. She reached down, grabbing for various papers and rubbing away the shoe prints, then she stood up. She felt terrible. She was sure that if she hadn't been focusing on how bad she was going to do at her job interview, she would not have ran into this man.

"That's perfectly alright. I can take it from here." Andy snapped, as he looked up and grasped at the papers in the Woman's hand. As his fingers wrapped around the papers, his eyes traveled to the sorrowful eyes of the Woman. Everything seemed to come to a complete stop and then fade out of existence, except for her. She was like an angel, in his mind.

The Woman let out a small breath, not even taking the time to notice the puff of frozen air that drifted above her head, and dissipated into nothingness.

"I'm Andy." Andy replied.

"Julia." The Woman said, as her lips turned to a smile that could've warmed the world after the Ice Age. There was a long pause, as she stared at Andy. Then she heard someone yell something inappropriate at them. "I uh..I.."

Andy's face blushed a rose color, as he pulled his papers from Julia's hand and stuffed them carelessly into the manilla folder. "I guess we should probably be on our ways..."

"Yeah." Julia blushed. "I'm really sorry about the whole..." She motioned to the ground.

"No..Actually, I wasn't paying attention." He moved out of the center of the sidewalk.

"Let's just say we were equally at fault." Julia reasoned.

"How about we make it up to each other by going to dinner, sometime?" Andy asked, without thinking.

"What?" Julia said, with a shocked expression.

"I mean...You..uh..you're probably married. I'm sorry, forget it." Andy stuttered.

"No! No..It's just..." Julia bit her lip and her brown eyes twinkled with happiness. She pulled a pen and tissue from her pocket, scribbled something down, then handed the tissue to Andy. "Here's my number." She didn't even know why she was doing this. For all she knew, this man could be a mass murderer! But it was something in his eyes and something in her heart, that told her differently.

"Thanks." Andy mumbled.

Julia nodded, then rushed off into the chilly morning.

Andy stood staring at the spot that Julia had just left. He couldn't get her eyes out of his mind's eye!

----Flashback----

"Dad!" Delia yelled, summoning Andy back to reality.

Andy shook his head, clearly his mind of his late wife. "Yes?" He asked, his voice barely audible over Kelly's cries.

"Kelly wants you to hold her!" Delia snapped, putting emphasis on the name 'Kelly'.

"Kelly." Andy repeated, letting the words easily glide off his tongue. He held out his arms and gently wrapped his hands around the infant, carefully supporting her head, then he drew her to his chest. "Shhh, baby. Don't cry. It's all right." He whispered, without thinking. He began to rock the child back and forth. "Hush little baby." He whispered, as he thought of his late wife singing Delia to sleep at that age. "

Kelly's cries drew quieter and quieter, until they were a muffled moaning sound, and her brown eyes began to flutter. Her chest rose and fell with ease, as she settled into her Grandfather's arms and chest, then her noise ceased all together.

Andy stood lost in a trance, as he stared at his eldest grandchild, then his eyes shifted to Ephram. His gaze was hard and his heart was pumping so fast that he thought it might beat through his chest at any moment. "Ephram, if this is what you want...." He began, as his voice began to crack. "....then so be it."