hardy boys fan fiction
SAVE THE WORLD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
PiperMerlyn
Prologue
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
"Ah-ah-achoo!"
Frank Hardy pushed open the door from the bathroom to his brother's room. Joe was down sick with the flu and quite unhappy about it. "Gesundeit."
"Man, this is so bogus," muttered Joe, propped up in his bed.
Frank leaned against the doorframe. "Hey, I could always stay home."
Joe grunted and glared at the comforter on his bed. "Callie would kill you."
Frank sighed. "Well, Mom's letting you go downstairs,” he said.
"Whoop-de-doo." Joe blew his nose and tossed the tissue in the general direction of his trashcan.
Frank arched an eyebrow at his brother and then looked at the pile of crumpled tissues surrounding the trashcan. "You gonna leave them there?"
Joe shrugged. "Where they fall, they stay."
Frank glanced at his watch. "If I'm picking up Callie, I'd better go."
"Have fun," mumbled Joe. He watched Frank leave the room and tried to sigh only to end up coughing instead.
It was such a bummer getting sick now. It had been planned a week ago--going to see a movie and out to eat afterwards and now this. He had aches and pains where he didn't know they existed. Vanessa was being nice about being left in the lurch but still it was a bummer.
She had come over earlier to check on him but Joe hadn't wanted her to get sick, so he'd told his mother to tell Vanessa not to stay. Joe kicked the covers back and got to his feet. Getting to watch television uninterrupted was the only plus in the situation--that and the fact there was a James Bond marathon on cable. He grabbed his box of tissues, his sixteen-ounce bottle of Gatorade, his crackers and a blanket and headed downstairs to the living room.
"Joe, your blanket's going to get dirty, trailing the floor like that."
Joe stopped and frowned, noticing his mother's nice outfit. "Mom, where are you going?"
"Your father and I are going out to eat with some friends. I left your father's cell phone number on the table by the sofa."
"Oh." Joe blew his nose again and headed into the living room. "Have fun."
Laura patted his shoulder. "If you need anything, just call."
"I'll be fine, Mom."
Fenton stepped out of his office just then. "Son, shouldn't you be resting?"
"I told him he had control of the TV tonight. We'll be home in a few hours," Laura added, turning back to Joe.
"Okay." Joe veered for the sofa. He dumped the blanket on the sofa, the tissue box on the floor within easy reach and set the food on the end table. "Bye."
Fenton nodded. "Call if you need anything."
Joe gave a nod as he grabbed the remote. "Okay. Bye."
He sketched a wave as they left, and then piled up on the couch. Ah, peace and quiet. He punched the power button on the remote and the TV blared on. He turned it to the cable channel and settled in for a nice long night.
On the television screen, a tall dark-haired man, clad in olive drab, dodged enemy fire as he moved in for a long narrow red metal box.
Joe grinned and upped the volume. Ah, now he could enjoy himself. But an hour later, he was yawning and finding it hard to stay awake. He settled deeper into the sofa and pulled the blanket up to his neck.
James Bond, handcuffed to a beautiful Chinese agent, was steering a motorcycle through the crowd as Joe drifted off to sleep...and dreamed---
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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.