hardy boys fan fiction
HOLE IN THE WORLD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Medieval Liz
Chapter 0
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Friday, October 02,1:25am
The houses on Elm street were dark. Those residing inside had long ago turned in for the night. A crisp wind blew across the night sky, scattering the turning leaves across the pavement, and rattled a few windows.
A flickering yellow light glowed in the big bay window of the house on the corner. Curtains drawn back away from the solitary candle that would burn until it was extinguished at dawn. A ritual that had been repeated every night for almost a week. A silent testimony to the family awaiting the return of one of its own.
Five days.
One hundred and twenty hours.
Still counting…
~~HBHBHB~~
Monday, October 05, 10:00am
The shrill ringing of the phone snapped Fenton from the restless sleep he had found on the sofa in his office shortly after dawn. Sleep came sparingly to him lately, and the few hours he did manage every few days filled him with a guilt he couldn’t describe.
He moved sluggishly to the phone on his desk and picked up the receiver. “Fenton Hardy.”
[Mr Hardy, it’s Detective Younger.]
Instantly, all thoughts of sleep were banished from his thoughts. “Did you find something Detective?”
[Dr Paulson and her people all check out,] The answer came after a moments pause. [None of them had anything to do with Frank’s kidnapping, Mr Hardy. The FBI are going back to the beginning of the disappearances. It’s going to take some time, Mr Hardy, but we are going to find your son… Mr Hardy? Mr Hardy… Fenton?]
The receiver had dropped from his hand as all strength fled from him. No one on Dr Paulson’s team was involved. There were no more leads.
Fenton Hardy felt numb.
~~HBHBHB~~
Saturday, November 21, 9:30am
Joe Hardy raised his hand and knocked softly on the door to his father’s office. He waited briefly for the acknowledgment from within and slowly opened the door. Popping his head inside, he saw Fenton motion him to enter.
“Hi Sam,” Joe said quietly.
“Morning Joe,” putting a few papers into a folder, Sam smiled at Joe as he stepped further into the room.
“What can I help you with son?” Fenton asked, looking up from his computer.
“Mom got called into work,” Joe explained, “And can’t take me to the mall like she was going to. I know you and Sam are busy with your case, but I was wondering if you could drop me off? I’d take the bus back and be home before lunch.”
“You know I don’t like you off on your own, Joe. Can’t it wait until tomorrow, Joe?”
Joe felt a hollowness in his stomach. “T-tomorrow?”
“Your mother had the weekend off, Joe. Maybe she could take you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow’s Frank’s birthday day,” Joe whispered, a look of disbelief directed at Fenton. “I wanted to pick him up his present so when he got home he would know I remembered him.”
Fenton paled as Joe spun and fled the room. He could hear his son run up the stairs and the door to his room slam shut. Horrified at himself he looked at Sam. “Oh god! I forgot…”
~~HBHBHB~~
Thursday, December 24, 8:00pm
The tree was decorated, the presents were packed beneath its branches, and the smell of newly baked Christmas cookies filled the air. Laura sat on the sofa, her back resting against the arm, with her knees pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. From the stereo, Frank Sinatra sang Christmas carols though she found it hard to listen to him.
“Found them,” Joe said as he entered the living room, reverently carrying a box of candles in one hand and a book of matches in the other. “I thought green would be nice this time, since that’s Frank’s favourite color.”
Laura smiled softly at her youngest son as he took one of the tall, dark green pillar candles from the box and fixed it to the candle holder in the bay window. “A wonderful idea, honey.”
He struck one of the matches and held it to the wick. In a few seconds it caught and was burning brightly. He watched it for a minute then turned to his mother and she could see the moistness at the corner of his eyes.
Without a word she sat up and held her arms out to him. He dropped the box of candles and matches and ran into her embrace. She held her sobbing son for a long time, a few tears of her own joining his as she finally heard the music playing in the background.
I’ll be home for Christmas,
You can count on me.
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents under the tree.
Christmas Eve will find me,
Where the love light gleams.
I’ll be home for Christmas,
If only in my dreams.
~~HBHBHB~~
Monday, February 15, 10:20pm
The suit jacket was the first thing to go when Fenton entered his bedroom. The last of the guests had finally left and Gertrude was settled back into her old room. He tossed the jacket onto the floor and slumped onto the edge of the bed.
He was still sitting there when Laura entered and closed the door behind her. She eyed the jacket on the floor and hung it up without complaint. Standing in the closet doorway she unzipped the long, black skirt she was wearing and stepped out of it.
“Joe finally asleep?” He asked, bending over and unlacing his shoes.
“Poor thing,” Laura said with a shake of her head, unbuttoning her dark blouse. “He had a rough day.”
“I think we all have.”
She looked at him over her shoulder. “It was a lovely service, though. I think they would have approved.”
There was crisp nod from him. “Gertrude had spoken with them on the matter a few times since Dad’s last stroke.”
The look on her face was all he needed to know what she was thinking. “Fenton-”
“I’m all right, Laura.” He assured her with a half smile. He rose from his place on the edge of the bed and walked over to his wife, wrapping his arms gently around her waist. She leaned against him and he buried his face in the golden strands of her hair. “We were preparing for this, Laur. Dad has had three strokes since Christmas. We knew it was coming.”
“Maybe, but it doesn’t make it any easier.” She reached up and stroked the side of his face with the back of her hand. “The accident was unexpected, Fen. None of us saw it coming. To loose both of them like that…”
He sighed. “They went together, Laur. It’s what my parents would have wanted. I just wish-”
Hearing the distress in his voice, Laura turned in his arms and put her own around his neck. “What do you wish?”
“That I could have found Frank before they died.”
~~HBHBHB~~
Tuesday, February 16, 5:50am
The cigarette burned crimson in the shadows above the dormitory. The man watched the sleeping figures below with an aggravated scowl on his face. “So that’s it? Some bureaucrat wakes up this morning and decides to shut us down?”
The man in the grey suit wore a scowl of his own. “It’s not that simple anymore. There is no more enemy.”
“Bullshit!” The first man snarled, turning an icy glare to the man in the grey suit. “They sign a few pieces of paper, say all the right words, and we’re suppose to believe that they’ve suddenly had a change of heart?”
“The world is changing,” The man in grey pointed to the twenty-nine beds in the room beneath them. “This is no longer necessary.”
“It is! More so now than ever before!” The smoking man shook his head. “You of all people should know what those people are capable of! Our work here is critical! It’s-”
“-Over.” The man in grey said evenly. “You have no say in this matter, not anymore. The order’s come from the Man himself.”
“Really, and just what does the Man say?”
“They go home. Each and every last one of them. They forget they were ever here, we go on to the next assignment.”
“They may forget, but do you think those looking for them will just leave it at that.” The smoking man tossed the remains of his cigarette onto the floor and extinguished it with the sole of his shoe. “Especially the ones in New York? Do you have any who that last one belongs to?”
“I’m well aware of all this,” The man in grey reassured his companion. “And it’s all being taken care of.”
“Younger?”
“Reassigned by midday. One of our own will be taking over the investigation.”
“And Hardy?”
There was a pause before the answer finally came. “We’re giving him what he wants.”
The smoking man stared at the other in shock. “Are you insane?! That could undo all the work we’ve put into him!”
“The preparations are already being made.” The man in grey said grimly. He watched as the lights turned on automatically in the dormitory beneath them and the twenty-nine bodies began to rise. “We have four weeks to get them ready. See to it.”
The smoking man watched the man in grey leave the small observation room and turned back to watch his charges below, and angry frown once again crossing his features
“It would be easier to just put a bullet between their eyes.”
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