I don't, as of now, own Boy Meets World.That could change in the near future.

Shawn opened his eyes, then squeezed them shut. He didn't want to wake up. He didn't want to face the world. Not yet. Probably not ever.

But open up his eyes he did. He stared straight ahead, watching the sun creep slowly across the floor of the apartment, hearing nothing but the small creaks of the wood and Cory's light, steady breathing. He thought of all the people he would probably see in the next couple of hours.

More police officers, obviously. They'd want a full report, which he had not, in his state, been able to give them the previous night. He'd probably see Feeny, who had stopped in on him every other time his dad had...well, Shawn didn't want to think about it. Feeny always had had something for him, too, a toy car when he was younger, or homemade brownies, or maybe a book. Something to keep his mind off issues for a good half-hour.

He'd see the other Matthews. Morgan would probably give him a kiss and tell him that she would "try to make it all better, like mommy would." Mr. and Mrs. Matthews would hang back, inspecting him like they always did, to make sure that there were no lasting scars. The worst thing about this were their faces. They always looked so worried, like he was their own son, or something. Eric would come too, probably. Eric was probably better at cheering Shawn up then anybody, Cory included, because of his simple logic; you don't talk about it, nothing ever happened.

"But something did happen." A small, voice came into Shawn's head, unbidden. "You know something did."

Shawn rolled over, trying to ignore the voice. He thought instead about Turner. He'd probably be up soon, looking for something to keep him busy. He'd avoid catching Shawn's eye, like he did whenever something came up that he couldn't fix. But then when Shawn turned around, he'd see Turner looking at him with a mixture of pity, pride, and sadness. It was this look that made Shawn love the man, though he couldn't explain why.

"He'll probably make eggs." Shawn thought suddenly, and once he thought that, he realized just how hungry he was. In all the chaos of the night before, he hadn't eaten a bit. That had to be fixed.

Cory woke up when Shawn started pulling out pans. "Whadya doin?" he asked groggily, eyeing the pans uneasily.

"Making an omelet, want to help?"

Together, the two of them managed to make something that sort of resembled an omelet and almost tasted like one. During the cooking, they talked about school, and girls, and football. Safe topics. Easy topics. Topics that neither of them were really thinking about.

They were halfway through their second helpings when Turner walked in, showered and dressed and looking much more "together" then Shawn and Cory combined, as they were both still dressed in their clothes from the day before, and Shawn's had blood on it. They all stared at one another for a moment, not knowing what to say. Then Shawn pointed to the counter. "Omelets." He said simply, then went back to eating and talking to Cory about the girl that sat in the back of their math class.

The doorbell rang as they were just clearing their plates, a police officer came in, carrying a clipboard.

And the day began.


I thought I'd take this story slow. It makes it better when I kill people.

Kidding! You people can't take jokes.

Review, or maybe I will kill somebody.

God, you people can't take jokes, can you?