Boy Meets World is NOT mine. Otherwise I'd be a millionaire.
Jonathan Turner awoke early. He couldn't forget the haunted look Shawn had when he had said goodnight. Jon wasn't so sure it was as over as it all had seemed. Instinctively, he got up and walked into the kitchen at the sound of a gut-wrenching crying coming from the window.
Shawn was half heaving, half crying on the floor near the hearth, opposite the sink.
"Shawn, what's wrong?" Jon asked extremely nervous for his son.
"It's not over." Shawn whispered. Jon's eyes widened as he looked up at the night sky. Towards heaven. He gazed into Shawn's eyes to see trust, love, and above all strength and courage. Jonathan respected Shawn deeply for having such a spirit. He was loving, and caring even in the face of abandonment.
Suddenly, Shawn stared at Jon as he convulsed in overwhelming pain. Shawn clutched wildly at Jon's arm, not wanting him to leave. "Shawn, please, let me get you some help. Your strength is so admirable, please don't lose that now." Jon said to Shawn, as he felt the grip loosen.
"It's no use, Jon. I'm fighting this as much as I can. But please, if you can, I need more time with her." Shawn asked, a desperate look in his doe-eyed smile.
"Shawn?" Angela asked as she came to the kitchen, missing him in the night.
"Ang, my angel, I'll be here." Shawn said as he reached for her heart.
Jon got up and called the hospital for what he hoped and prayed wouldn't be the last time. Shawn watched Jon leave for a few minutes and looked into Angela's eyes. "You have more beauty in you smile and your eyes than a million stars. My one regret is being unable to stay. For her. For her."
"Shawn?" Jon asked, coming from his phone call.
"Yea. I'm still here." Shawn gasped harshly.
"The ambulance will be here in a few minutes, can you hang on til then?" Jon said worriedly.
"Sure, I think so." Shawn was tired as he said this. Would they miss him if he left? Yes they would. Cory and he had been friends since he had saved Cory. Topanga had been his friend since she moved in next door. As if on cue, Cory and Topanga walked in, having been roused from sleep by a half-frantic Angela.
"Shawnsie?" Cory asked worriedly.
"Yesie?" Shawn said jokingly.
"Just so you know, I'll be looking out for them here. I'll see you on the other side, k?" Cory just hoped his statement wouldn't be true for a while.
"Of course my friend." Shawn said, looking at Cory lovingly.
"Shawn. You stay with us. Don't you dare, don't you DARE split up this trio!" Topanga yelled as if she had a B from Mr. Feeny. "Don't you dare leave us now." She whispered more quietly.
"Shawn's through here." Jon instructed the paramedics into the kitchen. The three EMTs quickly hooked Shawn up to a blood strengthening device which pumped new blood into Shawn.
"I'll be here." Shawn whispered to the four as they carried Shawn out the door. The ambulance left, and Jon with them, leaving the three friends standing alone, wach in their own thoughts. Seeing Shawn like this had them more worried than ever for their young friend.
Next Scene
Jon went with Shawn as they wheeled him into the hospital. He went with him to the emergency room. He went with him. As Shawn's father, he would stay wherever they put Shawn. He would stay. He felt Shawn's hand on his shoulder. Guiding him slowly. But he looked around, Shawn was still the bed. He hadn't gotten up. He heard someone whisper, "Guide him home, Jonathan, and don't weep for him. You'll see him soon."
"No." Jon sank to his knees. His throat constricted as Shawn's monitors went off as suddenly as the voice stopped talking. Angel Gabriel watched the father, as he wanted to flee from the room, but wanted more to rouse his son and hold on to his hand. As he was guided from the room, he felt a brush of wings. In his shock, he knew Shawn. Jon knew he wouldn't go.
On the boulevard
Looking for your face
Fearing where you might be
On the boulevard
Killing the pain of not knowing
With hands and heart of stony grace
On the boulevard
Waiting to know
Waiting to die
Wanting you back
"Jon?" Cory asked, having just gotten there with Topanga and Angela in tow.
At Jon's fearful and amazed look, the once quad of friends, now a trio, asked if Shawn was okay. Jon shook his head no, as he grabbed Shawn's hands into his. Holding on so tightly that death wouldn't have separated them. "Shawn's gone." Jon whispered as he floated upwards. The trio watched as Jon took his position next to Shawn's floating form. The guide was sent with the spirit to make sure Shawn got to Heaven safely.
"I love you, Shawn. You're my son. I'd never get through this life without you." Jon said as he walked through the continuum with Shawn.
"I just hope Angela doesn't do something drastic. That dream of her was a shock." Shawn said.
"Yes, she'll be along in about nine months though. I think Cory would only be too happy to care for your son and daughter as if they were his."
"So may it be. So may it be."
On the boulevard
Looking for your face
Fearing where you might be
On the boulevard
Killing the pain of not knowing
With hands and heart of stony grace
On the boulevard
Waiting to know
Waiting to die
Wanting you back
As the old teacher said goodnight, he closed his eyes with a silent cry. "You were always my favorite, young man. I pray you'll wake in a better place."
For my readers, I honestly wanted to have this end differently. I wanted Shawn to be saved, but I really think I know what they mean by the story writes itself. I think this is where I ended up, and I'm happy with it. Granted, it's not what I wanted, but I think the story ultimately had to end this way. I love you guys, and please, review. I did take the review on the last chapter being too fake, but I think this was a very fun endeavor, thanks to your excellent comments and criticism.
God Bless, and Have a Wonderful Christmas! Btw, there may be a sequel, but I doubt it. Unless something crazy comes in.