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 three: Breaking Free

Cody had been in Boston Memorial Hospital for a month now, and his condition hadn't improved. The doctors working with him were frustrated and impatient, and finally one doctor decided to take matters into his own hands. He roughly grabbed Cody's arm and pulled him into a standing position.

"Stand up, lousy boy!"

Cody's eyes widened in fear, and he stood immediately. Zack, who was watching unnoticed, felt tears well up in his eyes as he saw the mistreatment. Was this how his brother was treated day after day? The thought made him sick.

"Count to ten. Using English – No pig latten, boy."

"I oreit."

"I said COUNT!" Dr. Baker yelled, purposely hurting Cody.

"Lay off him, you jerk! He forgets how to count," Zack demanded, defending his helpless twin brother.

"He knows how to," Dr. Baker replied dangerously calm.

"No. He doesn't. You're not going to hurt him anymore. I'm taking him home."

"Good. He's a waste of time anyway."

"Wawee," came a small, frightened whimper.

"No need to apologize to him, Codes. He's the one who should be apologizing. You're coming home."

Zack was sitting at the dinner table with Cody where the letters of the alphabet were scattered, not in order, on the table counter.

"Now Cody – You know the order of the alphabet and what the letters look like. From the week we've spent on this, please put the letters in the order they come."

"O ay."

Though Cody was slow, in the fifteen minutes that had passed, Cody had placed the letters A through J in the correct order.

"Doin' good, Codesters."

"Uh Aa, I oreit oda."

"Don't feel bad, Cody. You did great today! We'll go over the alphabet again today, and tomorrow you'll be able to put every letter in order."

For the next twenty minutes they went over the alphabet together.

"All right, buddy, sing me the alphabet."

"Eh –"

"Hold on, buddy. Mom, come here! Cody's gonna sing the alphabet to us."

Carey came out from the bathroom immediately.

"Go on, buddy."

"Eh, B, Ceh, Day, Eed, Afe, Gee, Ace, I, Jeh, Ay, Ail, Mm, N, O, Pay, Coo, Air, Ace, Tay, Yuh, Vay, Evew, Akes, Y, Ee."

"Oh Cody," Carey exclaimed wrapping her arms around her son, "That was wonderful. I am so proud of you! Zack, good teaching."

"Thanks mom. Tomorrow Cody's going to layout the alphabet letters in correct order. He got through A to J today but he forgot the rest. If he does the alphabet correctly for a week straight, we're starting three-letter words next."

"Zack, honey, you don't have to do this by yourself. I'd like to help out. You have a life to live too, you know."

"So did Cody, mom, but I took his life from him. I'll sacrifice what I have to in order to bring him back. I love him."

Carey nodded in understanding.

A week and a half later, Zack had taught Cody how to spell his name and spell six, three-letter words.

"Spell Cody."

"Ceh-o-day-y."

"Good job. Now cat."

"Ceh-eh-tay."

"Dog."

"Day-o-gee."

"Day."

"Day-eh-y."

"Job."

"Jeh-o-b."

"And."

"Eh-n-day."

"You."

"Y-o-yuh."

"You spelled all of them correctly, Cody. Good job! Now let's say the words."

"O ay."

"Say Cody."

"Co…dee. Coey. Cody!"

"Cat."

"Ca…at. Cwat. Cat!"

"Dog."

"Dwa. Gog. Dwag. Dog!"

"Day."

"Day!"

Zack smiled; His brother was really getting somewhere now.

"Job."

"Ob. Jayb. Wobjd. Wob. Ja. Job!"

"And."

"N. N…dee. An…ded. And!"

"You."

"Yuh. Ooo. Wove. Hew. You!"

Zack laughed, "Great job, buddy!"

"Rate."

"What Cody?"

"Rate job, Cody!"

"Are you trying to say great?"

Cody nodded.

"First let's spell it. G."

"Gee."

"R."

"Air."

"E."

"Eed."

"A."

"Eh."

"T."

"Tay."

"Now spell it on your own, buddy."

"Rate. Gee-air-eed-eh-tay. Rate!"

"Good. Now say after me, grr…ate."

"Gra-ate."

"Say gray."

"Gway."

"Gray."

"Gray."

"Ate."

"Aid."

"Ate."

"Ate."

"Now put them together. Grer."

"Gwer.

"Grer."

"Grer."

"Grerate."

"Grerase."

Zack shook his head. "Grerate."

"Grerate."

"Now say it fast. Great!"

"Gwate!"

"Great!"

"Great!" Cody smiled ecstatically.

Zack smiled in pride. "You got it, buddy."

Cody opened his mouth to say something but shut it, looking exasperated.

"What is it?"

"Aa. Aa." He gave his brother a look of desperation.

"How about I teach you to say Mom, Dad, Zack, London, Maddie, Arwin, Esteban, and Mr. Moseby?"

Cody nodded vigorously. Zack knew this would take all night, but he didn't mind. All he cared about was the fact that Cody was, indeed, improving.

Three weeks flew by and for the first time since Cody was released from the hospital after his coma, the Martin family was going shopping altogether. Reaching the lobby, Cody prepared himself for the group that was awaiting them. The elevator doors opened and they stepped out.

"Hey Cody," Maddie said in a pleased voice.

"Aye Mad…dee, Lon…din, Es…teh…bon, Ar…win, and Mis…ter Mose…bee."

"Wow! You can speak," London stated foolishly.

"Better than you can," Maddie retaliated under her breath.

"Zack's been teaching him everyday."

"Good job, Mr. Martin," Mr. Moseby congratulated Zack genuinely.

"Thanks," the teen blushed.

"Well we're going to the mall. We'll be back later," Carey informed the group of close friends.

Half a year had passed and Kurt was finally back.

"Dad!" Cody exclaimed with a smile.

"Dad, you're back. Cody has improved so much. Say the alphabet."

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z."

"Count to twenty."

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20."

"Tell dad something."

"I… missed… you."

"I missed you too, son." Kurt said, fighting back the tears. "Man have you improved."

Cody smiled with a nod.

"Two plus four," Zack continued on with his pop quiz.

"Six."

"Two times three."

"Six."

"Twelve minus six."

"Six."

"Twelve divided by two."

"Six."

"Cody, I am so proud."

"Thanks, dad," responded Cody, clearly.

"Your mother did a terrific job with you."

"Actually, dad, I taught Cody all that. I didn't allow mom to help."

"I couldn't be prouder, Zacko."

"While I get mom, why don't you read the book you can to dad," suggested Zack.

"Wish one?" Cody still had trouble saying words, such as which.

"The Bad Cat." The Bad Cat was a book made for three years old, but it really helped Cody with pronunciation, recognition of words, and reading.

"Okay."

Cody finished the book just when Carey walked in with Zack.

"Cody, that was wonderful."

Cody smiled. "I great job Cody?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes. You did a great job, Codesman," Kurt replied, patting his son's back in endorsement.

"Boys go on outside and play for a while. Your father and I have some things to discuss in private."

The boys nodded and raced each other outside.

"Hasn't Zack succeeded in helping Cody?"

"He's gone over expectations," Carey responded earnestly.

"I am so glad he's recovering," stated Kurt sincerely. Relief running through the father's voice.

"God me too. It's been a struggle, but Cody's slowly coming back to us," the mother replied in relief.

"Let's go watch our boys play," Kurt said as he and Carey headed outside and into the backyard.

The months to come would be shocking to everyone, but the twin brothers would be there for each other no matter what.

A/N: Well, what did you think? Let me know in your review! The fourth chapter is almost complete so that should be out VERY soon! Expect Chapter 4 Monday or Tuesday! Will review all who review me. Please REVIEW! Thanks, - - Stacey - -