hardy boys fan fiction

THE AFTER

hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction

by

Fenlaur

Chapter 2

hardy boys fan fiction

THE CHAPTERS

INTRO

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

Fenton Hardy whirled around at the female voice. Standing behind him was a girl of twenty. She smiled when she saw that he had seen her. She held out her hands and came forward. He knew her. He didn’t know why or how for he’d never laid eyes on her before, but he knew.

“Arianne.”

Her smile grew wider and she took his hands.

He studied her. She was a little shorter than he. Her hair was jet-black and straight and she had blue eyes. It was like looking at Frank or Joe – she had the same strong jaw line, the same nose, the same eyes, and the same flash in them - all things that people had said that the boys has inherited from him. Yes, she was his.

“Arianne,” was all he could say again.

“I love you Daddy,” she said, hugging him.

Yes. He knew who she was.

Fenton and Laura had lost a child prematurely before Frank. He had always wondered if it would have been a girl or a boy if it had lived.

It had been a girl.

“What’s going on?” Fenton asked once Arianne pulled out of the embrace. “Whose funeral is this?”

Arianne gave him a sad smile. “Its yours.”

Fenton Hardy stared.  “What?” he gasped disbelievingly.

“See for yourself.” Arianne indicated the casket.

Fenton advanced to it, past the pastor, who was still speaking to the crowd. He tried to grasp the handle, but realized that his hand only went though it. He bent down and stuck his head in. He withdrew it quickly, his eyes wide. He had seen the corpse. It was him!

He staggered back in horror. “What’s going on?” he demanded as Arianne came up beside him. She laid a comforting hand on his arm and led him away.

“You died,” she said, keeping to a slow walk around the people. “You were too close to an explosion and it injured you. Badly.”

They stopped in front of chief of the Bayport police force, Chief Ezra Collig.

“He worked on you – “ she indicated Collig. – “but he couldn’t save you. You died in his arms.”

Collig’s face was taunt and grief-filled; probably going over what had happened in his mind.

“Everyone is here for you,” Arianne continued, and made a sweeping motion with her free arm. “You touched so many lives. You were kind, gentle, a good role model, and an absolutely brilliant detective.” Arianne looked up at her speechless father. “You taught Frank and Joe well. Not only about detective work, but also about life. They are proud of you, just as you are proud of them.”

They continued walking.

He hadn’t realized it before, but there were a lot of people at his funeral. Along with family and friends, were the Bayport police force and the New York City force, all decked out in their finery. He was no longer part of the New York City force, but they had gone all out as though he still were.

They would do all this – for him?

“Don’t be so surprised,” Arianne grinned up at him. “You’re very big in your line of work.  And very respected,” she told him. She pointed out many other officers and chiefs from other areas around the country, dressed in their uniforms as they strolled along. She pointed out government agents, FBI, CIA – the president?

Fenton halted in front of the man to take a better look. It couldn’t be…

He turned. Arianne smiled and nodded. He turned back to the somber leader of the United States.

I never would have thought…

They continued on. He couldn’t get over how many people had attended his funeral. Why – the traffic must be backed up for a mile or two!

“What now?” Fenton asked, turning to Arianne.

She smiled. “You must find your killer,” she said. “Then you can have your life back.”

“I can live again?” Fenton asked disbelievingly.

“If you can find the one who killed you.”

“I’ll do it.” 

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