hardy boys fan fiction

A MERRY CHRISTMAS STORY

hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction

by

Duckling

CHAPTER 1

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

Frank Hardy stared at his year younger brother in dismay.  

“Joe!” the dark-haired eighteen year-old exclaimed, as he stepped forward to catch the blond boy before he collapsed.  

He gently laid his brother’s limp and battered body on the cold, frozen ground, wishing he had something at hand to place under Joe to keep him warm.  

The seventeen year-old lay motionless as Frank quickly assessed him for injuries. The older boy’s hand stopped at a particularly nasty gash at the back of his brother’s head.  

“Great,” he muttered anxiously. “Just great.” He glanced wildly around for some sort of shelter. The men would be upon them shortly, even now he could hear them searching for the brothers in the ever darkening forest.  

Scooping his brother up and over his shoulder, the dark-haired boy headed deeper into the maze of ancient and leafless trees. Wouldn’t do much good to climb a tree, he thought bitterly, considering it’s late December.  

He continued on, careful not to make too much noise. The unconscious boy slung over his shoulder made his efforts even more difficult, but Frank didn’t mind too much. He was grateful to have found his brother. Shortly after their escape, the brothers had gotten separated in the forest. Frank had been searching for the younger boy for over an hour before Joe stumbled into his sight. By the time Frank was close enough to question him, the blond boy barely had strength left to stand. Guess I’ll have to ask him about it later, he thought silently.  

Suddenly Frank spied the faintest wisp of a trail edging around to the left. Deciding to follow it, he shifted his brother’s dead weight a bit more comfortably on his shoulder, and headed off at a trot.  

***

Tall, distinguished Fenton Hardy stood silently by his old friend, Bayport Chief of Police Ezra Collig. Both men were bathed in revolving red and blue light as they watched a wrecker slowly pull the Hardy Boys’ crumpled van out of a lake.  

The cold wind bit through them as it tore wildly past. Snow was expected before morning.  

Chief Collig pulled his collar a bit tighter around his neck before resting his hand briefly on the other man’s shoulder.  

“They weren’t in there, Fenton, not in the van at least.”  

The dark-haired investigator nodded his head. “Thank God,” he breathed.  

Suddenly his cell phone rang. A wild hope seized him: perhaps it was one of the boys calling now, to explain what had happened, explain where they were.  

But Fenton’s hope quickly died when he heard his wife’s bright voice at the other end. He had trouble concentrating on what she was saying, his mind frantically searching for the words to convey the news that both her sons were missing this frigid Christmas Eve.  

***

Darkness had almost completely fallen when the track Frank was following suddenly led the boys out of the forest and into a tiny clearing. Although he wasn’t exactly sure what it was he had been expecting, Frank was nevertheless discouraged. Whatever it was, it wasn’t this tiny grassy area in the midst of rocks and trees. He rested for a moment, debating whether to seek shelter near the rocks at the other end or turn around.  

It was bitter cold, and he was exhausted by the weight of his brother. But he doubted that there was anyplace here that could afford them sufficient protection from pursuers and the elements alike.   

Suddenly, he felt his brother stir. Quickly lowering him to the ground, he checked his brother’s head wound and was pleased to see it had stopped bleeding.  

“Come on, Joe, come on.”  

Joe moaned as he felt the frigid ground beneath him.  

“Come on, baby brother,” Frank whispered. “I really, really need you to wake up now.”  

Joe recognized the urgency in his brother’s voice and struggled to open his eyes. A pair of brilliant blue eyes peered up into the older boy’s face.  

Frank smiled in relief. “How are you feeling? Do you think you can walk?”  

“Sure,” Joe answered slowly as he tried to scramble to his feet. His head reeled at the sudden movement, and he would have fallen had Frank not reached out to steady him.  

“Easy,” the older boy whispered. “You hit your head somehow. Anyway, we need to find shelter.”  

Joe slowly looked around the small clearing. “Are you thinking we might find a cave?” He asked as his eyes rested on the rocks.  

“I don’t know that we’ll be that lucky,” his brother responded. “But it sounded like the best option we have. Hiding in a forest of dormant trees isn’t all that easy, even in the dark.”  

“Right,” Joe agreed, “Let’s go.”  

The boys crept quietly across the clearing to the formation of large rocks at the other side. As they had expected, there was no convenient cave for them to crawl into. There was, however, a narrow crevice which appeared to extend a few feet into the center of the largest rock.  

The boys exchanged glances and Joe shrugged. “It’s worth a try,” he stated out loud. Leaving Frank at the opening, the younger boy slithered into the tiny crevice. Soon, he was completely out of sight.  

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