Author's Note: Ello all. This is just a little something that came to me when I was standing in church the other day. Kind of random, kind of not. It won't make much sense to non-Catholics so...I hesitated posting it. But if you happen to have a Bible you could look up Luke 10:25-37 (The parable of The Good Samaritan). So anyways...this chapter's rather short...I may make it longer but I just felt like posting it lol! So yes...anyways. Please READ & REVIEW

Disclaimer:

I do not own The Suite Life of Zack and Cody.

I do not own the Bible.

I do not own the writings of Luke.

I do own the plotline (sort of...lol!), but not theparable of The Good Samaritan

I do not own Jericho.

I do own Mickey Richardson and any characters in upcoming chapters (which will be mentioned as they appear.)

The Good Samaritan

Chapter 1-

Zack lay on the cold stone sidewalk, an embodiment of pain. He watched as the bully walked away, Zack's money clanging in his pocket.

"Help…?" He whispered inaudibly to the passing crowd. The figures all blurred together, so that he could not tell one from the other; they were just blurs of color. No one stopped to help.

He could feel himself slipping into unconsciousness. He heard someone say something and then he drifted off.

Zack watched, as though from the sidelines, as a young man (he didn't know how old or how young) walked down a steady road. A sign read "10 miles to Jericho."

"Where the heck is Jericho!" Zack thought as he watched a new person come down the road. His blood froze. Mickey Richardson was walking towards the other person, a perfect scowl set upon his thick face.

Zack took off at a run, but was kept back by some kind of force which had grabbed hold of him halfway there.

"NO!" He screamed, trying to unhinge himself from the force. He watched in utter fear as Mickey beat the boy up, to say the least, and then stalked off, still frowning as though half killing the boy wasn't enough.

Again, Zack tried to get away to help and again the force would not let him. Zack watched in horror as the boy just lay there, unmoving.

Cody paced the hospital waiting room impatiently as he waited for his mother to come. He'd called her shortly after he'd helped call the ambulance after he'd found some stranger helping Zack on the sidewalk a block away from the school. He shuddered as images of Zack lying motionless on the sidewalk reappeared in his head. It hadn't been so bad, though. At least…not when they'd finally arrived at the hospital at least fifteen minutes later. The doctor'd said it could have been a lot worse. Cody couldn't see how you could get worse than three broken ribs (which apparently you had to let heal on themselves), a broken hand and wrist, and a bruise the size of an orange on the left side of the face. Still, Zack would be free to go soon as he woke up, which he hadn't yet.

The hospital had called Carey about five minutes before. They'd let Cody talk to her; she'd sounded hysterical. He'd reluctantly left his brother's side to meet her at the hospital's doors.

And that was where he still was (flipping through channel's on the waiting room's television) when she came bursting in. It seemed Cody'd been right about sounding hysterical. In fact, it looked as though she was hysterical. He pulled himself off the couch and half-ran to her, throwing his arms around her. All the bravery he'd felt earlier melted, as though the look on his poor mother's face had finally told him – this is real. This is really happening. Your brother's really in the hospital. And all he could do was wait.

Alright...short chapter...but as I said before I may add on to it. I'm not sure yet.

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