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Topanga returned and sat down next to Cory, handing him a stack of crackers. He took them gratefully. "I've started the notes for Mr. Feeny," he said.

"Can I see?" She took them from him and sat down next to him.

"Sure."

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Dear Mr. Feeny,

Thanks so much for covering for me. The girl giving you this is my daughter, Riley. She's thirteen and goofy and is, according to Shawn, me with Topanga's hair. The girl with her is Maya Hart, she's fourteen. Maya is the Shawn, and coincidentally Shawn is dating her mother. (Okay maybe not so coincidentally, Riley and I set them up.)

Minkus' kid, the one that was teaching, is Farkle. He can help you. He is, of course, the Minkus. The other boy is Lucas Friar, the Topanga, and I'd thank you to keep him away from Riley. The rest of them should behave all right, but hey. We're learning about the Civil War, but I don't know how much they got done before I got sick.

Sincerely,

Cory Matthews

Topanga nodded. "Can I keep these for a bit?"

Cory's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?" His wife grinned, holding the papers just out of his reach.

"Oh, nothing." She stood up and went into the kitchen, adding her own comments to his note.

Hey Mr. Feeny, it's Topanga. If Cory tries to come back and tell you he's fine, don't let him. He is not fine, as you can probably tell from what you've heard. Don't expect him back for at least a week. Have a good time with the class, by the way.

As she finished, she heard vomiting from her and Cory's bedroom. Riley, Maya, and Auggie looked sympathetic and she ran back into the bedroom, leaving the note on the counter.

"Cory?" She sighed, seeing that he'd been sick all over the front of his pajamas.

Cory moaned. "I think I'm going to need some new pajamas.

"Oh, ya think?" She asked. "D'you want me to ask Maya if Riley and Auggie can spend the night with her, Katy and Shawn?"

"But what if Katy and Shawn are-"

"I think they can wait to do that, honey. Does Shawn even know you're sick?"

"No, I was a little too busy puking my guts out to tell Shawn that I've been puking my guts out."

Topanga turned towards the door. "Stay put." She walked into the living room. "Maya? Is it okay if Riley and Auggie stay at your place tonight?"

"Sure," Maya said. "So is Farkle teaching tomorrow or what?"

"Mr. Feeny will be subbing."

Riley's eyes lit up. "Mr. Feeny is coming?" Topanga smiled.

"Yeah. Your dad would never let anyone else take over his precious class."

Auggie frowned. "Is Daddy okay?"

"He's still not feeling too great," Topanga said. "I have to help him clean up and he needs peace and quiet, so you're going to Maya's." She turned to Maya again. "Will you tell Shawn that Cory's over here being ill? And Riley, here's a note to give Mr. Feeny tomorrow."

The three kids finished eating and gathered Riley and Auggie's things before going on the subway to Maya's apartment. When they got there, they were greeted by Shawn. "Hey little Matthewses, whatcha doin' here?"

Maya looked to Riley and Auggie before saying,"Mr. Matthews has the flu or something, and he needs rest and Mrs. Matthews was cleaning him up."

"Cor's sick?"

"He got sick at school." Riley said. "We tried to make him go home but he refused, until he threw up and begged me to call Mom."

"The idiot. Come in. I'm going to call Topanga."

Bold-Shawn

Italics-Topanga

"Hey Topanga. I hear Cory's sick?"

"Yeah. He just got sick all over himself and he tried to go back to school when he heard there was no substitute. It's okay for the kids to stay with you?" She sounded exhausted.

"Yeah, of course. You need anything?"

"Can you buy some pajamas for Cory, and some food he might be able to keep down?"

"Sure."

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A/N: Sorry it took so long! And quite honestly I don't care how long the stomach bug or flu may or may not last, because Cory's an adorable sick person.