The flat wasn't much. It was one decent sized room with a tiny kitchenette on one side and a really tiny bathroom attached. But it had a small terrace which over looked a busy Parisian street. Which is where Angela was sitting, the warm May sun sinking into her skin while she listened to the street noise that was so excitingly exotic after a lifetime moving around whatever backwoods US cities had military bases.

But Angela wasn't listening to the street noise. She didn't feel exciting or exotic. She felt stupid and ridiculous. She shouldn't have done that to Shawn. She shouldn't have called him and dumped him like that without at least telling him why. She should have given him an earful over why. She'd been thinking about it, and trying not to think about it nonstop since she'd hung up on him yesterday.

So now she was sitting on the terrace with her phone in one hand and her calling card in the other. She'd debated all morning and decided she had to call, but was working up the courage to dial.

"Wow that smells so good Mom. What is that?" Eric asked throwing his keys on the kitchen counter.

"It's lasagna. But we had a little disaster with the tomatoes," She smiled exasperatedly at her youngest son Joshua, playing contentedly with a toy truck on the kitchen floor, "So it won't be done for a little while yet. I made coffee if you want a cup while we wait for everyone."

"How was the drive Eric?" Alan asked from the kitchen table where he was sitting with Mr. Feeny and Morgan.

"Long," Eric said, pouring himself a cup of coffee, "It's too bad Jack wouldn't just take his dad's money so they could fly from Philly to Boston."

"I think a little self-sufficiency will do Jack good," Alan said.

"Did you get to see much of Boston?" Mr. Feeny asked.

"Yeah, a little. It seems like a neat city," Eric shrugged.

"I should go visit again sometime. It's been years since I went back to my hometown," Feeny said, taking a sip from his cup.

"Well, if Boston's a 4 hour drive then it must be like, 10 hours to get to England," Eric replied.

"Yes, something like that," Feeny agreed dismally.

Eric sat down by Morgan, hoping the conversation would turn to something else. He really didn't want to talk about Jack and Rachel anymore. He didn't want to think about his best friends leaving. He didn't want to think about how more and more graduating from college was starting to feel horribly similar to graduating from high school. His only friends had gone on and left him, just like after high school. He didn't have anywhere to go, just like after high school, and now there was no real logical next step. After high school he'd been hell-bent on going to college and sure, it had taken him an extra year, but he'd made it. After college you either went to grad school or you got a job. He'd barely gotten into college, he didn't think he could handle being in school any longer, but he didn't exactly have job prospects.

"I wonder what's keeping Cory and Shawn," Amy said pulling out a chair between Alan and Eric, "Cory said he'd be here by now."

"I'm sure they're on their way," Alan said.

"I just hope, Shawn didn't.."she sighed, "Do what Shawn does." Everyone at the table nodded somberly.

Morgan leaned over to Eric and whispered sarcastically "20 bucks this dinner doesn't end well,"

"Oh yeah," Eric agreed, taking a gulp of coffee and burning his tongue.

"Shawn, I'm sorry," Cory said as they pulled off the highway and headed for his neighborhood. Shawn bit his lip and shrugged. They sat in silence for a little while longer before Shawn replied, "So am I" in a voice hoarse from trying not to cry.

"I shouldn't have said what I said, about," Cory tried to think about the best way to put this and then decided that at this point he and Shawn were beyond sugar coating anything, "About you not having anyone left."

Shawn didn't reply. He couldn't bring himself to say that it was true. Angela was gone for good and Cory was as good as gone. There was nothing left to say.

Cory pulled onto his street. The driveway was full so he pulled up against the curb. He pulled the key out of the ignition and stared at the wheel for a few seconds.

"Looks like Eric and Topanga are back," he said. Shawn just nodded.

"So this is it," Cory said, staring back at the wheel.

"Yeah," Shawn choked.

"Yeah." Cory echoed. He looked carefully out the window, scanning the street and the yard, and then leaned over to Shawn, eyes closed. Shawn tore his eyes from the spot on the dashboard where he'd been staring for most of the ride.

"Cory what are you doing?"

Cory's eyes snapped open and he pulled back toward his side a little ways, but not all the way.

"Kissing you goodbye while I have the chance," He said as though it were obvious. Shawn glared at him venomously, got out of the car and slammed the door behind him.

Topanga parked the Matthew's van alongside Eric's Chevy, took the key out of the ignition, took a deep breath and decided not to open the door. She was afraid to go into the Matthew's kitchen and see her mother and father and brother-in-law. She was afraid to see Feeny. She was completely terrified of talking to Cory, and it made it so much worse they she had to do it here, with his family around. It would be better to do it before dinner rather than after.

She had to tell him while they were still in Philadelphia. It would be too horrible if she drug him to New York before she told him and then he left her. But part of her was worried that if he came all the way to New York with her and she told him there, he would be more likely to stay. And she was scared by the fact that part of her didn't want him to stay.

She couldn't go in there like this at any rate. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, which didn't help at all. But it made a memory of her child hood surface. Something her mom, Chloe had taught her, about... about aligning her chakras. She couldn't remember how to do it, exactly, but she gave it a try, and even though she was pretty sure she had done it wrong, she felt better for having tried. She was about to open the door and go to face her fate when her cell phone rang.

She dug it out of her purse hurriedly.

"Hello?" She said, doing her best to sound cheerful, or at least more normal than she felt.

"Hi, Topanga? Where are you?"

"Angela! Hi! I'm in the Matthew's driveway. How is Europe?"

"Are you alone?" Angela asked hurriedly.

"Yeeessssss" Topanga said slowly, "Angela, is everything OK?"

"Well... That's why I called, are you sitting down?" She sounded really anxious.

"Yes. What's going on?" Topanga demanded. A movement in the rearview mirror caught her eye. Another car had pulled up and parked on the street. She couldn't see who was inside.

"Oh, girl, I don't know how to say this.."

"It's okay, Angela. What is it?" Topanga asked.

"It's about Cory...he's..." Angela started slowly, then heaved a sigh and blurted out, "Cory's cheating on you."

Topanga's breath caught. She saw Shawn get out of the car and heard the door slam. Subconsciously she slid down the seat a little so that he couldn't see her but she could still see him in the mirror. Cory appeared in the mirror next and she heard another door slam.

"Topanga? Topanga are you still there?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, I'm here. Cory? What are you talking about? " Topanga felt strangely detached. Cory was cheating on her? Yeah right. With who? He didn't talk to anyone outside of the seven of them so unless he was sleeping with Angela or Rachel, which wasn't even remotely likely. And if it was true, then it was sort of a relief. She had cheated on him, after all. In the mirror Shawn was clearly screaming at Cory, but she couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Honey, I'm so sorry," Angela said. Cory had now run around to Shawn's side of the car, his face was red as he grabbed Shawn's collar.

Angela seemed to be forcing the words out, "Cory... is.. cheating on you... with Shawn."

Shawn pushed Cory away from him forcefully. Cory held on to his collar, both were obviously still screaming, getting redder and redder in the face. Shawn was trying to grab the front of Cory's jacket, and Cory let go of Shawn's collar to try and pry his hands off the jacket. Topanga couldn't make out what was going on but Shawn pulled away from Cory, with something she couldn't quite see clutched in his hand. Cory covered his face with his hands, and Shawn stopped screaming and stared at the object in his hand. He looked almost as shocked as Topanga felt as Angela's revelation began to sink in.

"Hello?" Angela called into the phone.

"Yeah," Topanga replied.

"Are you okay?"

"I... what?"

"Cory and Shawn, they're..." Angela searched for the word "Together. They've been together for years apparently"

In the mirror, Cory put a hand on Shawn's arm and Shawn flung it away. Shawn held out the hand that was holding whatever he'd wrested from Cory's pocket. Topanga could see it now. It was small and dark, shiny, probably glass.

"Okay, Okay, you don't believe me," Angela said, "I had to think about it for a while too when he told me, but seriously don't you see it?"

Shawn shook it in front of Cory's face. He was yelling again. Cory flapped his arms helplessly and Shawn flung whatever it was toward the house. Topanga heard it hit the car.

And suddenly it all made sense. Cory and Shawn, Shawn and Cory. For all the years she'd known them, from stupid little things like them naming their pets after each other, to the way they fought when Shawn found out Cory was applying at a school Shawn couldn't get into, to the way Shawn had fallen apart because of the wedding. The weird way Cory had been acting since the wedding. The way Cory would run off to help Shawn deal with his problems when he and Topanga had their own, the way Cory always talked about Shawn. The way Shawn looked at him. Had always looked at him.

The way she had felt with Stewart last night.

"Oh my god," Topanga gasped. Her husband was sleeping with his best friend.

"I know. I know. I'm so sorry, but I had to tell you, I mean especially before you move. I had to say something,"

"Yeah. When did you... How did you?"

"Yesterday afternoon, I tried to call the apartment, to talk to Shawn and-"

Shawn and Cory were still screaming, but they seemed to be screaming through tears instead of through anger. Shawn grabbed Cory's shoulders and this time it was Cory who pushed him off.

"Angela?" Topanga asked, "Angela are you still there?"

There was no reply, "Angela?"

Topanga looked in the mirror, turned off her phone, brushed a tear off her cheek, and stepped out of the car. The smell of Shawn's cologne was suffocating.

"You're such a fucking coward!" Shawn was shouting hoarsely as Topanga walked around the side of the van that the two fighting boys couldn't see. "After everything? After everything? You won't even SAY IT!"

She stepped over the broken cologne bottle carefully and stepped out from behind the van, appearing just as Cory screamed, "Fine, you want me to say it? I'm in love with you! You happy? I'm in love with you! It doesn't change anything!" Topanga felt his eyes fall on her. He stared, bug eyed.

"It could change everything Cory! And you know you want that!" Shawn yelled, "But you're too.." he noticed that Cory wasn't paying attention and turned to see what Cory was so entranced by.

"Topanga." Cory said. His voice was empty, no hope, no fear, no despair, nothing. It made chills run down her spine. Shawn was staring at her too. She saw his Adam's apple bob.

"Cory! Shawn! What the hell is going on?" Alan yelled, running down the front steps. Amy, Eric, Morgan and Mr. Feeny followed behind him. They'd seen them fighting from the living room window.

Cory and Shawn snapped their deer-in-headlights stares from Topanga to the rest of the family.

And now the both looked so terrified standing there with tear stained faces, shaking with anger, that she might have made up an excuse for them on the spot, she might have asked everyone to let the three of them work something out privately or something. Topanga might have found it in her heart to say something to save them from this moment if it weren't for the fact that at the sound of Alan's shout each boy had taken a few unconscious steps closer to the other. That was the last straw.

Topanga was almost as surprised as everyone else to hear herself suddenly cry out, "Shawn, how could you have done this to me?"