Title: Stuck in the Bermuda

Title: Stuck in the Bermuda

Summary: When Topanga's parents start fighting more and more, she seeks refuge at Shawn Hunter's apartment in order not to scare Cory. But what happens when Cory finds out and gets the wrong idea? And what's this about Shawn having feelings for his best friend's girl?

Author's Note: For clarity, things aren't set in the right time lines as the TV series. Shawn is living at Jack and Eric's apartment. Jack and Eric are out of town on a road trip during Topanga's stay at Shawn's. Set during their senior year of High School. I don't own BMW but if someone offered me Rider Strong, I wouldn't decline. This is my first BMW fanfic so reviews would be very appreciated it.

Teaser Chapter

It was late when the doorbell rang – almost midnight. Shawn Hunter groggily sighed and looked over at his alarm clock. Who would be coming over at midnight? Especially since Eric and Jack were off on a cross-country road trip. Shawn rolled his eyes as the doorbell rang once more. He threw his legs over the side of the bed and slowly and clumsily made his way towards the door. Yawning, he swung it open and found Topanga Lawrence standing on the other side. Shawn yawned once more and blinked at the girl standing before him. She was clad in sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Her hair was pulled back into a pony tail and her bangs fell into her eyes. She pushed a bag up on her shoulder before flashing Shawn a familiar smile.

"Topanga?" Shawn asked, still unbelieving that his best friend – Cory Matthews' – girl friend was standing on his doorstep in the middle of the night.

"Hey Shawn. What's up?"

"Uh…not much. Sleeping, you?"

"My parents are fighting," Topanga replied with a casual flip of her hand, "And I kind of need a place to crash for the night."

"And you came here?" Shawn asked, his eyes widening, "Why not Cory's place?"

"Because Cory would flip and you know it," Topanga said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah," Shawn nodded.

"So can I come in or are you going to make me sleep out in the hall?"

"Oh no," Shawn quickly remembered his manners and opened the door wider so that she could get in, "Here, you can sleep on the bed tonight."

"Thanks Shawn. This means a lot."

"Yeah, don't mention it. I'll just get some blankets and a pillow for you. Do you need anything else? We have milk, water, diet soda – that's Jack's by the way, not mine."

"Shawn," Topanga said with a smile, "I'm fine. Really."

"Alright," Shawn didn't want to accept that as an answer but he did and excused himself to find the beddings. In a moment he returned with a sheet, blanket, and a pillow.

"Thank you for this, Shawn," Topanga said, looking down at her scuffed sneakers.

"Don't mention it. I mean, I know what you're going through. I've crashed at Cory's so many times because of my parent's fighting. I even ran away from home once and he ended up hiding me in his room for a whole day before we got caught," Shawn smirked,"

"Shawn, can you do one more thing for me?"


"Please don't tell Cory. He'll just freak out or get the wrong idea or become irrational and I really can't deal with that now."

"I understand," Shawn replied with a curt nod.

"So at school tomorrow…"

"I'm still Shawn and you're still Topanga."

"Thank you, Shawn. This means a lot to me and…"

"Just shut up and get some sleep," Shawn flashed her a teasing smile before pulling her into a hug, "Goodnight."


Topanga nestled against the blankets on the gaudy red leather couch. Within in moments, she was sound asleep. Shawn, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He was still wide awake with thoughts streaming through his head. Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit! What have I done? My best friend's hot girl friend is sleeping over at my place – in the room right next to mine! What'd Cory think? What'd Cory say? He'd probably be really pissed off about this – like really, really piss…

A piercing scream interrupted his thoughts. Topanga. Shawn rolled out of bed and hurried out to the living room. Topanga was sitting up on the couch gripping her pillow against her chest.


"Shawn," Topanga adverted her eyes, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have woken you…"

"No, no it's okay," Shawn went over and sat down on the couch next to her, "Did you have a bad dream or somethin'?"

"Yeah," Topanga nodded, "It…it was nothing. You should get some sleep."

"Uh-uh. I'm staying right here until you calm down. Whatever you dreamt about, it really shook you up."

"Yeah well, it was just a bad dream. You get those, right?"

"I used to," Shawn looked down at the flooring and suddenly became fascinated by the carpeting.

"Shawn…I hate it when they fight, you know. I mean, they just go into fits of rage screaming and throwing things. I…I would lie awake and listen to them screaming that they hate each other. I can't take it, Shawn."

"I know. But hey, you're mom's still there."

"But I don't know for how long…"

"You mean…?"

"She said she was thinking of leaving us. She said she couldn't take it any longer."

"Topanga…I'm so sorry."

"It isn't your fault."

"Look, if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me, right?"

"Yeah," Topanga nodded, "I do."

"Good because I'm here, got me?"

"Yeah. Hey, I'm feeling a lot better, you can go back to sleep now."

"You sure?"


"And you'll be okay?"
"Shawn, now you're starting to sound like Cory," Topanga gave him a disappointed glance.

"Sorry. Get some sleep, you hear?"

"You too."

A/N: So is it worthy of reviews?