Disclaimer: Still don't own GMW.

"Are you really going to do it?" Topanga asked hesitantly.

"Of course I am Topanga, I'm sorry. I can't let someone teach who needs to be learning." Cory replied.

"Honey, Mr. Feeny lives in Philadelphia. Even if you call him now he won't be able to make the rest of the school day."

He clicked the name.

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"Mr. Matthews?"

"Mr. Feeny, hey. I have a problem and I need your help."

"Go on."

"I wasn't feeling well this morning but I went to school anyways and I got sick."

"You should've stayed home, Mr. Matthews."

"I know, I know. Topanga's already lectured me about that. Now, what I really called about... Topanga just told me that there's no sub for my class-"

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She interrupted. "A student is teaching at the moment."

Feeny sounded surprised. "A student teaching the class? Well that is a highly unusual-"

"It's Minkus' kid."

"Farkle's teaching?"

"Yes, honey."

"So... I was wondering if you could fly up and sub until I'm feeling better. Will you, Mr. Feeny?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Matthews. I trust you'll leave me some notes? And hello, Mrs. Matthews."

"Hello, Mr. Feeny."

"Yeah. Thanks so much Mr. Feeny. I really appreciate it."

"No trouble. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Cory hung up the phone and sighed, taking a sip of his water. "You better start writing those notes, honey." Topanga said.

He nodded. "Later..." He murmured, falling back asleep. Topanga quietly got up and sat down in the living room.

Riley and Maya arrived home hours later. They set their bags down and sat next to Topanga. "How was school, girls?" She asked.

"Good." Maya said. "How is Mr. Matthews?"

"Not so good. He still needs the bin."

"Poor Mr. Matthews. I hope he feels better soon," She replied. Topanga looked at her watch.

"Oh! I have to go get Auggie!" She said. "Riley, check on your father. Maya, sit tight. Mr. Matthews is embarrassed, so you might not want to go with her."

Topanga closed the door and hurried to her car. Riley turned to Maya. "I guess I'll go check on Dad, then."

When she went into her parents' room, she saw her dad asleep in bed, the bin close, his face still flushed. She decided not to disturb him. Suddenly he opened his eyes. "Riley? How was school?"

She sat down on the bed. "Hey Dad. It was okay, but we missed you."

"Do you think less of me?"

"No, Dad! Never."

"Even after I made a fool of myself by throwing up during class?"

"Even then."

"Thanks... Where's your mom?" Cory asked weakly.

"She went to go pick up Auggie."

"I need her, Riley. I need my Topanga to take care of me!" He started panicking, and Riley picked up the phone but before she could dial, they heard the front door.

The bedroom door opened and Topanga rushed in. "Cory, how are you feeling now?"

"Little better. Still feel like I'm going to be sick, but hey."

Auggie entered the room. "Hi Daddy." Cory smiled weakly at his son.

"Hey Auggie."

Topanga straightened. "Riley and Auggie, why don't you go join Maya? I'll order you a pizza." The kids cheered and went to tell their friend.

"So honey, tell me what hurts," she said. He wrapped his arms around her.

"My head is pounding, I'm dizzy, my throat is sore, I'm warm, and my stomach is still churning."

"You need to eat something."

"Can I have some crackers?," he asked. She moved towards the door.

"I'd better get the kids that pizza. See you a minute, honey."

Cory sighed, leaning back into the pillows.