Author's Note: I was beginning to think I'd never update…I apologize to all of those who were in the same boat. I lost confidence in my writing ability, but even though I don't find this a literary masterpiece in any way, I figure I owe it to readers to continue the story until my mojo returns.

Disclaimer: As an update, I do now own this computer. Step one is completed. Now, to gain the ownership of all the rights to Boy Meets World…this could take a while. Oh, and I created Charlotte, which was no small feat, considering it took me four minutes just to settle on the name. Don't ask how long it took for the age. This is why I don't write so often. I made this disclaimer entirely too long, which is only being worsened by the mentioning of the fact.

"Shawn, you're home!" Jack exclaims, surprised at the arrival.

Shawn quickly nods as he heads strait for the kitchen, "Yeah, the CEO declared today a 'Job-Well-Done' Holiday this morning, which is a fancy way of saying that the company is involved in another IRS issue and we all have to stay out of the building while federal agents investigate." After glancing over the counters, Shawn starts digging through the recently trifled-though drawers, "They supposedly left the message on my cell phone, but I can't find it…Have you seen it?"

Jack doesn't reply, hoping his silence will draw Shawn's attention toward himself, and inadvertently, toward Elaine.

Elaine turns toward Jack and noiselessly mouths, "Is that him?"

Jack nods, and smiles at her immediate excitement.

Shawn, as predicted, turns his head in Jack's direction, intending to repeat his question, when the stranger comes into view, "Oh! I didn't know anyone else was here."

Jack stands and walks over to his half-brother, "Shawn, this is Elaine, Elaine McGinty Hunter."

"Hunter?" Shawn breath catches at the name.

"Yes," Jack continues slowly, "She says she's your mother."

"M-my m…What?"

Elaine stands, but does not dare step closer, "I'm your mother, Shawn."

Jack, worried and half-expecting his brother to bolt, puts his hand on Shawn's shoulder, and guides him to the couch. When the backs of his knees hit cushions, Shawn limply plops into a sitting position, barely aware of his current surroundings as his mind races.

Elaine returns to her seat, now next to her son. She watches Shawn for a moment, not sure what to do next.

A few blinks brings Shawn back to reality, "My mother left me years ago. How can…I even believe you?"

"I don't know. Just give me a chance." For no reason that Elaine can think of, a tear slides down her cheek.

Shawn, realizing that his lack of anything valuable makes for very little reason to lie about this sort of thing, nods, "Okay."

Jack's eyes widen in surprise. He had thought that his brother would resort to one of his two usual actions: running or blowing up.

Elaine smiles, "Good."

"So, how did you find me?"

"It wasn't easy. It took me three detectives, twenty-six phone books, and seven years, but it was all worth it," Elaine almost hugs her son, but restrains.

"Wow, that sounds like a lot of work."

"I had to find my son. Giving you up was the…worst decision of my life," the tears that fall this time make sense, "I'm so sorry!"

Shawn is unaware of how to deal with the suddenly-crying woman in front of him, and looks to Jack for help.

Jack shrugs, equally helpless when it comes to women.

Shawn puts a hand on Elaine's shoulder, "Umm…It's alright…"

Elaine wipes her eyes, "Oh, I'm sorry! Here I am, just having met you, and I'm already in tears, and you probably still have questions. Go ahead; ask away."

"Are you sure we want to risk it again?"

Elaine laughs, "You have a sense of humor. Good. That doesn't run on this side of the family."

"What does?" Shawn attempts as his second question.

Elaine thinks for a minute, then replies sadly, "Beer."

"Ah, check."

Elaine gasps, "You're an alcoholic?"

"Not anymore," Shawn tries not to disappoint the woman as any son would his mother, "Its just, I was when I was…Eh, let's skip that issue. What else runs in your family? Any diseases I can look forward to?" Shawn tries to re-apply that humor Elaine had been so fond of.

"No, you come from pretty healthy stock. No matter how much we may hope certain family members will die, they just keep on kickin'. I did have a great-uncle who thought he was Luke, though."

"Skywalker?"

"No, the one from the Bible."

"Of all the biblical characters, that is an interesting one to choose. Its shows creativity."

"Funny, his doctors just settled on insanity."

Jack laughs from in the kitchen, startling Shawn, who had forgotten he was there.

"Jack, don't you have work?"

Jack fakes a cough into his hand.

Elaine's eyes widen, "Oh, you boys must have things to do today. I'm sorry to take up so much of your time-"

"No! No," Shawn reassures, "Up until fifteen minutes ago, my schedule comprised of work. Besides, what could be more important than this?"

"Okay, how about lunch? The three of us?" Elaine makes sure not to leave Jack out.

"Sure," the brothers chime in unison.

"Good. I'll be back in an hour. I just have check in with the babysitter," she heads for the door.

"Babysitter?"

Elaine turns back to Shawn, beaming, "You have a sister."

Shawn's eyebrows raise in curiosity.

"Her name is Charlotte, and she's six. I'll bring her along if you like."

"I like."

Elaine chuckles, "See you soon, Shawn." With that, she walks out the door.

Jack steps over to his brother, "So, do you believe her?"

"So help me, I do," Shawn nods.

"Good. So do I."

"My cell phone!" Shawn shouts triumphantly as his eye catches the silver object near the door.

"Congratulations. You've found what you were looking for."

Please review! I love the reviews! It's a huge part of why I updated. Thanks so much to those who have. If it weren't 3:15 in the morning, I'd thank each of you personally. Maybe I'll be able to next time, which will hopefully come before another two years go by.