A/N: I know I have another story "There Can Be Miracles" and that one I am still working on, but this story popped into mind and I just had to write. I hope you enjoy the read!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own "The Suite Life of Zack and Cody".
Move Along – chapter two: We're All In This Together
Zack glanced at his brother in the car with a smile on his face. Cody was over his aggravation and was now carefree. He wasn't going to school; he had no peer pressure. He had a three-year-old's IQ in a sixteen-year-old's body. Cody had told him he wanted to learn but also wanted to have fun. If only, he, Zack, could wish and want the same…
"Aa?"
"Yeah, Cody?"
"Whe gee geh der, ceh gee pweh bah?"
"Let's get settled in first. Then we'll go play ball."
Zack let a frown appear on his face. When Cody first woke form his coma he seemed to have the personality and maturity of a normal sixteen-year-old boy, but slowly and gradually Cody was turning into a young boy once again. All that was due to his brain damage.
When they got out of the car, Cody yelled, "Lat un ity ziza roty e!" and he took off into the hotel.
"Cody, stop running!"
"Mizer Mobey, yuh nee tuh sty tying meh wah tuh deh a duh ty!"
"Cody?" questioned Mr. Moseby in astonishment.
"Why are you talking like that?" asked London, sceptically.
"Cody, it's not polite to make fun of the mentally retarded," scolded Maddie.
"He isn't making fun of anyone, Maddie. It's his brain damage. He's gradually falling into the grasp of a kid and I am the only one who can understand and translate to people what he says. I'm his communication device."
"Yuh roty e!"
"I sure am a rotten egg. You're fast!" Zack played his twin's childish game.
"Are you serious? Cody, you're just playing some kind of game, right?"
" 'Fraid not, Mr. Moseby," started Carey.
"Cody is brain damaged," finished Kurt.
"Buh Aa syes eh be aight sewd."
Maddie, London, Esteban, Arwin, and Mr. Moseby gave Cody solemn looks.
"He says but Zack says I'll be all right soon."
"Doe beh ta. Ha fafe."
"Don't be sad. Have faith."
"We're going up to our room. Cody needs to rest," announced Carey.
"Buh Aa, bah!"
"After you rest. Then we'll play ball."
Cody looked disappointed but nodded. The Martin family left the lobby.
"My God, I can't believe that's Cody," Arwin said seriously.
"He was so smart. Such a wasted mind now," added Esteban.
"Zack hitting him caused Cody's condition?"
"Yes, London. I knew Zack had a violent side, but never once did I think he'd do something this horrible," replied Maddie.
"Unfortunately, tragedy always occurs to people who don't deserve it. No matter how many times those twins got into trouble, I never wanted something like this to happen to them. Carey doesn't deserve this nor does Kurt," Mr. Moseby alleged seriously.
"Mr. Moseby?"
"Yes, London?"
"Considering the costs of hospital bills…"
"And the special needs and treatments of Cody now," added Maddie.
"Do you think Carey would accept money offered to her?"
"How much are you talking about?"
"$20,000. I mean that should cover Cody's needs and everything else Carey, Zack, and Kurt will need."
"London, I am sure Care will accept your generous offer. I am so proud of you for wanting to help out."
"Thanks, Mr. Moseby. I mean those boys sure do grow on you."
"They sure do," replied the small group simultaneously.
Cody awoke screaming and thrashing around in bed.
"Cody, honey, wake up. You're just having a nightmare!"
"Come on, son, it's just a dream."
"Buddy, wake up."
Cody cracked open his eyes and looked at his family with fear.
"Wuh eem eh?" came his small, tearful, terrified voice.
"What'd he say, Zack?"
"You're in our room, Cody, back at the Tipton."
"Tip…ton? Wuh dat?"
"Our home, buddy."
"Oel?"
"Yes, the hotel."
A sudden light lit his eyes as he eagerly remembered, "Pay bah na?"
"What's he want?"
"He wants to play ball."
"Go on, but be back in forty minutes. Dinner will be ready then."
"Wuh gee ha'den?""
"What are we having?"
"Your favourite, sweetheart."
"Chien fy chien?"
"Now that I understand. Yes, baby, chicken fried chicken."
"Ins'ned pay bah, eh mayt twah'he pey," Cody informed Zack.
"What did he say, Zacko?" Kurt asked his older twin son.
"Instead of playing ball, I will make chocolate pie."
"Oh no, Cody. Go have fun. I'll make the pie."
"Neh fen, da, yuh cand coo tuh say ur vife. Leth e, peze," Cody gave his parents the saddest puppy eyes ever, completely irresistible.
"I'll translate that," offered the healthy twin willingly when he saw the confusion written on his parents' faces. "No offense, dad, but you can't cook to save your life. Let me, please," and Zack copied the puppy-eyed look.
"All right, Cody, you can make it."
"Fanf yuh!" Cody exclaimed, hugging his mother.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," Carey replied, returning the hug.
Christmas Day came around quickly. Cody's condition had only worsened. He had the personality of a six-year-old, body and memories of his sixteen-year-old-self, and the intelligence of a two-year-old. Kurt was leaving once Zack started school again and Cody was placed in the hospital. Carey and Kurt both agreed Cody needed drastic, professional help. Help they couldn't offer him.
Zack woke first and walked over to Cody's bed that had Superman comforters. He gently shook his brother's shoulder. "Cody, it's time to wake up. It's Christmas morning."
Cody woke, put his dress robes on, and flew out into the family room. Zack still felt despair each time he saw his brother act so innocently and excitedly. He had caused his brother to be this way. Fortunately, his parents had forgiven him for the most part, but Zack's heart still broke. But he also knew that someday in the future, Cody would be Cody again.
"Cody, we got you the best gift we could think of since money is tight these days," Carey informed her mentally challenged son.
"We all put our heads together and thought this best," added Kurt seriously.
"Now don't have this gift bring you down; it's supposed to cheer you up," Zack stated with false sincerity.
Cody nodded, curious of what the gift was. Carey handed him the gift and he opened it eagerly with that of childish innocence. It was a scrapbook of everything he'd accomplished so far in his life and family photos mixed throughout.
"Fanf yuh. Ith vay ni."
"Thank you. It's very nice."
"Wih ev beh dat vey gan?"
"Cody, of course you'll be that way again," Kurt said, understanding his son's question.
"Of course it will take time, Cody, everything does. But we'll help you become that person again," Carey promised her baby boy.
"However long it takes, I'll be there with you the whole way through," added Zack.
"Mefy Keysmas."
"Merry Christmas, Cody." Kurt, Carey, and Zack replied as they all began opening the one gift each of them received from one another.
A knock on the door interrupted their family time. When Kurt answered, no one was there except a large bag. Attached to the bag was a piece of paper that read:
Carey, Kurt, Zack, and Cody – Because of the hospital expenses we knew you all would be having a very little Christmas. So we all gathered our money together and got you all a couple gifts and we've arranged Christmas dinner for you that will come at five. Enclosed is a check from London worth $20,000. She thought that would help with the bills and necessities you all are going to need. Have a Merry Christmas. Fondly, Mr. Mosey, Esteban, Arwin, London, and Maddie
"I can't believe they did that. London gave us $20,000!"
"Kurt, like I've told you, she really cares about the boys. I've never felt so touched in my life," Carey said, choked up.
"Gey duh vewy qware."
"Of course they really care," Zack laughed.
"This is turning out to be the best Christmas ever. Our family's together and safe, and we're all creating memories that will last a lifetime," finished Kurt.
The Martin family agreed with Kurt's statement and they went on having one of the best Christmases that they could ever recall having together as a family.
A/N: Well, what did you think? Let me know in your review! The third chapter is almost complete so that should be out VERY soon! Will review all who review me. Please REVIEW! Thanks, - - Stacey - -