Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

Joe was released from the hospital late the next day, with an order to stay in bed and rest. Joe was not too happy, but with a warning from his father and a peculiar look from his mother, he agreed. “But me and Joe have to go somewhere tomorrow,” he said, still thinking about the mysterious phone call.

Frank, of course, had immediately suggested that it was a trap and said that they shouldn’t go. Joe, however, pointed out that they had to take a chance—they really didn’t want to be stuck in each other’s bodies forever.

“Joe and I,” Frank corrected.

Joe stared at him. “What?”

“You said ‘me and Joe’. It should be ‘Joe and I’.”

Laura looked at Fenton. “Joe is correcting Frank on grammar? Wow, something is truly wrong.”

Fenton laughed, but then said, “You know, things have seemed a little odd here lately. What do you boys think?”

“Uh…” said Joe.

“Well…” said Frank.

“Is there something you want to tell us?” Laura asked. “You know, your father and I are always here for you, no matter what. One hundred percent.”

“What if…” Frank began, and ignoring Joe’s amazed and slightly aghast look, went on, “…what if we told you something so bizarre…so unreal…that you’d probably never believe us in a million years?”

Laura smiled at her sons. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“See…Frank and I…Frank and I…we’re not really…” he faltered. This was ridiculous. Of course, his parents were there for him, but how could he expect them to believe that he and his brother had swapped bodies? It was totally preposterous. So he made up a story. “…We’re not really in a play. And neither is Callie.”

Laura and Fenton looked at the boys strangely. “We kind of figured that, honey,” Laura said gently, brushing the blonde hair off of Frank’s forehead. “Joe, honey, what’s really wrong?”

“Nothing, Mom, nothing. We’re fine. It’s just stupid. Forget I even said anything.”

“Frank…what about you?”

“I told you Mom, I’m fine!” Frank said, a little too late. He really had to remember that he wasn’t himself.

“Um, Joe, I think we established that,” Fenton said, staring at his son intently. “Are you alright? Maybe suffering from some ill-effects from the kidnapping?”

“No, Dad, I’m fine. Really.”

“Okay. Now, Frank, what about you?”

“No, Dad,” Joe said, smiling wanly. “F—Joe and I are fine, everything is fine, I’m feeling much better.”

A disbelieving look on their faces, Laura and Fenton finally relented. “Okay,” said Fenton.

“If you say so,” said Laura.

“We do,” Joe assured them.

“Yeah,” Frank agreed.

An awkward silence followed.

And then: “So, where do you boys have to be tomorrow?”

“The China Fun restaurant ,” Joe said promptly.

“Guys, after what you’ve both been through, your mother and I really don’t want you questioning the man who looks like Hobs.”

“We won’t,” Joe assured him. “Only the people who work there.”

“Yeah,” Frank said.

“Well…” Fenton glanced at Laura who reluctantly nodded her head a fraction, “…okay. But BE CAREFUL. I don’t want any more people getting shot or kidnapped. I just wish all this was over, to be honest.”’

But what Fenton didn’t know was that some wishes just don’t come true.

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The Hardy Boys belong to Simon and Schuster and the Stratemeyer Foundation. The Hardy Boys Fan Fiction authors of the Hardy Detective Agency have just borrowed them for an adventure or two. The authors promise to put the boys back when they are done with them. The authors do claim copyright to the original characters in this story. Please do not borrow original characters without express permission of the authors.