Disclaimer: I don't own Boy Meets World or any of its characters. I did,
however, create Elaine McGinty Hunter's personality, so any flaws in that
are not the fault of Boy Meets World's writing staff, but are my own to
cherish.
A/N: If you do not recognize the title, it is based on a play called "Waiting for Godot," by Samuel Beckett, which is about two men waiting for someone named Godot, who ends up never coming.
"Y-you're who?!" Jack stammers at the woman standing in his doorway.
Elaine smiles, "Can I come in?"
"Oh! Sure," Jack replies as he comes out of his dazed state. He stands to one side and points to the couch, "Make yourself at home."
Jack watches as the woman sits on a cushion. He then continues to stare at her, unsure of what to do next. Growing up, he had always had someone paid to tend to the guest's needs. He thinks for a moment, "Would you like...something to drink?"
"Water would be great," Elaine answers.
A prideful smile shows on Jack's face as he fills a glass. 'Maybe hosting isn't as difficult as I feared,' Jack thinks to himself.
When the glass is full, he brings it to his guest, "Here you go, strait from the Hudson."
Elaine laughs, but quickly checks the clarity of her beverage. Deciding it's to her satisfaction, he slowly sips the cool liquid.
Jack, feeling like he's on a hosting role, asks, "So, would you like anything else?"
Elaine shakes her head, then cautiously asks, "Umm, about Shawn. Are you...him?"
"Me? No! No, I'm his brother. Well, half-brother... Oh, I guess you'd know that."
"Know what?" Elaine asks, confused.
"That Shawn and I aren't full brothers, because you're his mom and not mine. Want a refill on that water?" Jack nervously stammers out.
"Actually, could I use the bathroom?"
"Sure, its right over there," Jack indicates the direction with his hand.
Elaine thanks him and enters the room.
Jack finds this to be the perfect time to try his brother's cell phone. Flipping through his phone book, he finds the number and calls it. After a few moments, a ringing sound comes from the front door. Jack spins around, only to see Shawn's cell phone on a table next to the door. Jack sighs and hangs up.
Elaine walks out of the bathroom, "Not to sound rude or anything, but you know that there are clothes on the floor in there, right?"
"Oh yeah, those are your son's, and that may be the closest you get to him in a while. He left his cell phone here, and I don't know how else to reach him."
"Oh," Elaine sighs as she sits back down on the couch.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. "Hi Jack, how are you doing?" Topanga greets as she heads over to fumble through the kitchen drawers, completely oblivious to Jack's company.
"Topanga, you should meet-"
"I know Shawn's not here or anything, but Cory meant to borrow something from him. A...A...An extension cord! You know, a long wire."
"Topanga-"
"Cory was supposed to get it himself, but you know him. He forgot. So, who has to fix it for him? Me!"
"Top-"
"You know, I should probably just make him have to take time out of his lunch to come get it. No. No, that would be wrong. AHA! Found it!" Topanga pulls the cord out of its crowded container and turns for the door, "Jack! Why didn't you tell me you had a guest?"
"I don't know."
"Hi," Topanga shakes Elaine's hand, "I Topanga Matthews. I'm a...friend of the family."
"I'm Elaine McGinty Hunter. I'm Shawn's mother," Elaine announces, figuring that the more people she tells, the more chance she'll have to see her son.
"Really?! Do you have any proof to back up that statement?"
An awkward silence fills the room as all stares at Topanga.
"Topanga's going to be a lawyer," Jack breaks the silence.
"Oh," Elaine smiles.
"Sorry, I've got a bit of a one track mind," Topanga apologizes, embarrassed, "Wait, does Shawn know?"
Jack shakes his head.
"Well, did you call him?"
Jack points to the small table by the door. Topanga looks over, and upon seeing Shawn's cell phone, responds, "Oh. Well, did you try his work number?"
"I don't know his work number."
"You don't know your own brother's work number?"
"Hey, it just changed."
"Excuse me," Elaine interrupts the argument, "but could we go to his work?"
Jack looks towards Topanga for an answer, who rolls her eyes, "They don't allow visitors." She then directs her attention towards Jack, "Do you even know where he works?"
Jack chooses not to answer, "So, about that whole proof thing...Do you have any?"
It takes a minute for Elaine to realize to realize what he means, "Oh, about me being his mom? Umm...Well, his father is Chet Hunter, his full name is Shawn Patrick Hunter, he was born in Ohio with dark hair and blue eyes...Oh, and he has the cutest birthmark right on his-"
"Good enough for me!" Topanga stops her. "I've got to get this extension cord to Cory," she waves the wire in the air as she shuts the door behind herself.
Jack laughs, "Well, I've never seen the birthmark, so I'll have to leave the judging up to Shawn. Anyways, I've got to call my work and tell them I'm sick now. Need anything beforehand?"
"I think I'll manage."
Jack calls his work, and a few minutes later, he's officially ill. He turns to his guest, "So, you want something to eat? Maybe some entertainment?" He turns on the TV to see a shampoo commercial shining back. Jack laughs again.
"What?"
"You see that guy washing his hair? That's our friend, Eric."
"He does television ads?"
"Yeah, he was discovered for his hair. He just moved to California to fulfill one of his lifelong dreams: infomercials."
The door bursts open again. "Don't you ever lock this thing?" Shawn asks as he walks into his apartment.
A/N: If you do not recognize the title, it is based on a play called "Waiting for Godot," by Samuel Beckett, which is about two men waiting for someone named Godot, who ends up never coming.
"Y-you're who?!" Jack stammers at the woman standing in his doorway.
Elaine smiles, "Can I come in?"
"Oh! Sure," Jack replies as he comes out of his dazed state. He stands to one side and points to the couch, "Make yourself at home."
Jack watches as the woman sits on a cushion. He then continues to stare at her, unsure of what to do next. Growing up, he had always had someone paid to tend to the guest's needs. He thinks for a moment, "Would you like...something to drink?"
"Water would be great," Elaine answers.
A prideful smile shows on Jack's face as he fills a glass. 'Maybe hosting isn't as difficult as I feared,' Jack thinks to himself.
When the glass is full, he brings it to his guest, "Here you go, strait from the Hudson."
Elaine laughs, but quickly checks the clarity of her beverage. Deciding it's to her satisfaction, he slowly sips the cool liquid.
Jack, feeling like he's on a hosting role, asks, "So, would you like anything else?"
Elaine shakes her head, then cautiously asks, "Umm, about Shawn. Are you...him?"
"Me? No! No, I'm his brother. Well, half-brother... Oh, I guess you'd know that."
"Know what?" Elaine asks, confused.
"That Shawn and I aren't full brothers, because you're his mom and not mine. Want a refill on that water?" Jack nervously stammers out.
"Actually, could I use the bathroom?"
"Sure, its right over there," Jack indicates the direction with his hand.
Elaine thanks him and enters the room.
Jack finds this to be the perfect time to try his brother's cell phone. Flipping through his phone book, he finds the number and calls it. After a few moments, a ringing sound comes from the front door. Jack spins around, only to see Shawn's cell phone on a table next to the door. Jack sighs and hangs up.
Elaine walks out of the bathroom, "Not to sound rude or anything, but you know that there are clothes on the floor in there, right?"
"Oh yeah, those are your son's, and that may be the closest you get to him in a while. He left his cell phone here, and I don't know how else to reach him."
"Oh," Elaine sighs as she sits back down on the couch.
Suddenly, the door bursts open. "Hi Jack, how are you doing?" Topanga greets as she heads over to fumble through the kitchen drawers, completely oblivious to Jack's company.
"Topanga, you should meet-"
"I know Shawn's not here or anything, but Cory meant to borrow something from him. A...A...An extension cord! You know, a long wire."
"Topanga-"
"Cory was supposed to get it himself, but you know him. He forgot. So, who has to fix it for him? Me!"
"Top-"
"You know, I should probably just make him have to take time out of his lunch to come get it. No. No, that would be wrong. AHA! Found it!" Topanga pulls the cord out of its crowded container and turns for the door, "Jack! Why didn't you tell me you had a guest?"
"I don't know."
"Hi," Topanga shakes Elaine's hand, "I Topanga Matthews. I'm a...friend of the family."
"I'm Elaine McGinty Hunter. I'm Shawn's mother," Elaine announces, figuring that the more people she tells, the more chance she'll have to see her son.
"Really?! Do you have any proof to back up that statement?"
An awkward silence fills the room as all stares at Topanga.
"Topanga's going to be a lawyer," Jack breaks the silence.
"Oh," Elaine smiles.
"Sorry, I've got a bit of a one track mind," Topanga apologizes, embarrassed, "Wait, does Shawn know?"
Jack shakes his head.
"Well, did you call him?"
Jack points to the small table by the door. Topanga looks over, and upon seeing Shawn's cell phone, responds, "Oh. Well, did you try his work number?"
"I don't know his work number."
"You don't know your own brother's work number?"
"Hey, it just changed."
"Excuse me," Elaine interrupts the argument, "but could we go to his work?"
Jack looks towards Topanga for an answer, who rolls her eyes, "They don't allow visitors." She then directs her attention towards Jack, "Do you even know where he works?"
Jack chooses not to answer, "So, about that whole proof thing...Do you have any?"
It takes a minute for Elaine to realize to realize what he means, "Oh, about me being his mom? Umm...Well, his father is Chet Hunter, his full name is Shawn Patrick Hunter, he was born in Ohio with dark hair and blue eyes...Oh, and he has the cutest birthmark right on his-"
"Good enough for me!" Topanga stops her. "I've got to get this extension cord to Cory," she waves the wire in the air as she shuts the door behind herself.
Jack laughs, "Well, I've never seen the birthmark, so I'll have to leave the judging up to Shawn. Anyways, I've got to call my work and tell them I'm sick now. Need anything beforehand?"
"I think I'll manage."
Jack calls his work, and a few minutes later, he's officially ill. He turns to his guest, "So, you want something to eat? Maybe some entertainment?" He turns on the TV to see a shampoo commercial shining back. Jack laughs again.
"What?"
"You see that guy washing his hair? That's our friend, Eric."
"He does television ads?"
"Yeah, he was discovered for his hair. He just moved to California to fulfill one of his lifelong dreams: infomercials."
The door bursts open again. "Don't you ever lock this thing?" Shawn asks as he walks into his apartment.