Hardy Detective Agency featuring Hardy Boys Fan Fiction

The boys stood in silence, staring at each other for a long time. Then, finally, Frank spoke, still aghast at seeing himself...or Joe...or...he shook his head, saying, "What the heck is going on?"

"I dunno," Joe said shakily.

"Maybe we're dreaming," Frank offered.

"Sure, okay." They both set to pinching themselves. It hurt them both. "Great idea," Joe muttered, glaring at Frank. "Now we're in a real nightmare and my arm hurts too."

"Oh, so what're you saying?"

"You suggested we pinch ourselves."

Frank groaned, exasperated. "That's the least of our worries right now."

They rushed to a mirror and gasped. It was true. Frank clearly saw his reflection--only it wasn't his. It was Joe. And Joe saw himself...well, Frank.

"What could've happened?" Joe asked after they had seated themselves on his bed dejectedly.

"I have no idea." Frank shook his head. "Maybe we're going crazy."

"Doubt it," Joe muttered. "Well, you might be, but..."

"Shut up!" Frank hissed, annoyed.

"Hey, Frank!" said Joe excitedly, as if he had a sudden brainstorm. And he had.

"What?"

"Do you think this has anything to do with--y'know, last night?"

"Joe, what the heck are you talking about?" Frank asked, sounding greatly annoyed.

"Well..." Joe began, "we've never gotten into such a big fight before...maybe that fortune cookie had something to do with it."

His brother grimaced. "Sure. Or maybe we got food poisoning and are having a bizarre dream."

"The same dream?" Joe asked mischievously. "At the same time?"

"It could happen." But his tone betrayed his words.

"Either way," said Joe, furrowing Frank's brow, "I'm in your body and you're in mine."

Frank seemed aghast at the idea, but steadied his voice and said, "Right. How do we get back?"

Joe seemed in deep thought for a moment. Then he sprung up. Frank frowned. This was just so weird, he thought, seeing himself jump around like Joe...oh, yeah, he had to remind himself, that WAS Joe.

"I've got an idea," the latter said. Frank quirked his eyebrow and Joe continued. "Why don't we, like, adult?"

"Yeah," said Frank, warming up to an idea.

They each took a position on either side of the room, and then, at unspoken consent, ran as fast as they could toward each other and ran smack into one another. All it resulted in was a splitting headache for each part. And that wasn't the worst of things.

At that moment, Callie and Iola had come from downstairs, talking with Mr. and Mrs. Hardy, to Joe's room. And they witnessed the whole thing.

Frank, as Joe, looked up and said, "Callie! Iola! What...what are you two doing here?"

"I think I'll ask the questions," Callie stated, trying to suppress her giggles. "What is wrong with you two?"

"Yeah," laughed Iola. "What the heck was that about?"

"We were just--" Frank began, but was cut off by Joe, who looked like Frank.

Joe stood up, and, momentarily forgetting his odd predicament, put an arm around Iola and pulled her close. "Don't worry, baby," he said, kissing her lightly. "We were just messing around."

He was rewarded by a sharp slap and an angry glare from Iola. Then he blushed and realized what he had done. She thinks I'm Frank, he thought, his heart sinking. He then looked over to see Callie's angry face and his own (he had to remind himself that it was really Frank) dejected and embarrassed face.

"What is wrong with you?" Iola yelled, then turned to Frank. "Your brother is a freak!" she muttered. "I'll see you later, baby," she said, and Joe had to control his anger, remembering that she thought Frank was him. Then she left, with Callie following her. But Frank's girlfriend stopped right as she was walking out the door and turned on her heel.

She glared at Joe and screamed, "How could you Frank? I hate you, and I am never talking to you again! We are over, Frank Hardy, do you hear me? Over!"

She was gone.

Joe chanced to look at his brother.

He had never seen such a combination of horror, depression, and PURE ANGER on his own (no, Frank's, he reprimanded himself) face before.

As his brother glared at him, he realized that this was going to be a VERY long day.

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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.