Title: Up For Adoption

Author: Please Kidnap Frank

Summary: Fenton looses custody of his children. Why? What did Fenton do wrong? Or was it really Fenton? Who has been hurting the two Hardy boys, and why are they to scared to talk about it?

A/N: The Hardys do not live in Bayport in this one. They live in a much poorer neighborhood. Also I have nothing against cops. Or Social Services.

This also reflects something that happened to a friend of mine. So please be patient when you review. No, not everything is exactly how it happened, but that's how I got the idea.

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Most people would wonder why someone would be crazy enough to hate Sundays, but Frank knew why he hated them. He hated them because his uncle came to visit. Oh, how he hated his uncle.

He really, really, really hated his uncle. So did Joe. His uncle was loud-mouthed, fowl, and abusive. He was always hitting Frank and Joe for something they did wrong (they could never do anything right because they were so 'worthless'), or getting drunk and getting the neighbors in an uproar. One day they'd even had the cops called on them and their uncle had been locked up for a month for disorderly conduct. It was the best month of Frank's life.

Frank's parents, Fenton and Laura, had no idea what was really going on. They left every Sunday to visit Laura's mother, and had Fenton's brother, Jesse, watch the kids. If they saw that Frank or Joe had a bruise (which was rare), they'd would quickly make an excuse. Having no reason to believe Jesse (or someone else) was abusing the boys, both Fenton and Laura believed all of their excuses, much to Frank and Joe's disbelief.

Both Frank and Joe were too scared to tell anyone what was going on, but knew that it was only a matter of time before Frank could sue for custody of Joe and leave this place. He didn't want to stay in the same place, even if his dad knew about Jesse. (So what? He wouldn't care. That was what Jesse always said.)

Frank couldn't wait. He was only 16, now, but in two years, he could sue for custody of Joe, and both of them could leave.

"Joe!" Frank called. "Come on, we have to get the dishes going!" He shook his head and sighed. Joe never liked to get out of bed on Sundays, no matter how much Jesse threatened to beat him up. Frank didn't blame him. They had a list of chores Jesse expected them to get done. Frank suspected, though, that Jesse didn't care about the chores. He cared about getting a reason to hurt them.

"JOE!" Frank yelled. He gave up and started loading the dishwasher himself. Sometimes it was just quicker to do things himself then to drag Joe out of bed and make him do it. Maybe it wasn't exactly fair, but what was fair anymore? Frank hadn't known fair since he was six years old. He remembered when he was six very clearly.

"JOESEPH ALEX HARDY, GET OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW!" Jesse yelled, and Frank winced. Jesse had gotten out of bed. Shoot. If Frank didn't get this dishwasher loaded, he was going to be in big trouble. Jesse wanted the sink clean before he got out of bed, if not sooner.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Frank glanced worriedly at his uncle, who was now standing in the kitchen. Had his uncle invited somebody over? The last time his uncle had invited someone over, Frank had been sent to the hospital. When his mother had asked what had happened, his uncle had simply said Frank and Joe were roughhousing. (He had left out the part where his friend had taken a belt and beaten Frank to a pulp.) Not only had he managed to send Frank to the hospital, he'd managed to get Frank grounded for a whole month. None of the doctors even suspected abuse… Supposedly. Frank suspected someone had gotten paid off. (

His uncle opened the door, surprised to see ten officers and a social worker's car parked at the curb. He glanced at them nervously. "Can I help you?" he asked, smiling as usual when he was talking to anyone other then Frank or Joe.

"Where are Frank and Joe Hardy?" the officer asked. Frank glanced at Joe, who shrugged. Frank mouthed, "Did you call the police?" and Joe mouthed back, "No, did you?" Frank shrugged and glanced at them.

"Who wants to know?" Jesse snapped. He suddenly became angry. "And what are you doing on my door anyway officer? Don't you know it's nine o'clock a.m.? Can't a man get some decent sleep around here, for cryin' out loud?"

"The police," the policeman said, unfazed. (It should have been obvious that he was a policeman, what with twelve police cars, more then a dozen policemen with him, and a uniform.) "We have an order to remove Frank and Joe Hardy from this home under orders from Social Services."

"We're Frank and Joe Hardy, sir," Frank said, not really sure what was going on. He glanced at Joe, who looked at him nervously.

"You'll need to come with us," the officer said. "We have an order from Social Services to take you out of this home."

"No, you don't!" their uncle yelled, grabbing Frank by the arm and slamming him to the ground. "These are my kids!" Frank gasped, trying to get some air into his lungs. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TAKE THEM FROM FENTON AND LAURA'S HOUSE!"

Wait… These are my kids… What did that mean!?

Before Frank knew what was going on, Jesse was in handcuffs and he and Joe were being escorted to the social worker's car. "What's going on, bro?" Frank whispered as they were left in there while the police officers were trying to arrest Jesse.

"I don't know," Joe said. "Did you call Social Services?"

"Nope," Frank said. He glanced back outside. "Did you?"

"No way. You think I have a death wish? This is going to be bad enough as it is. He's gonna kill us," Joe muttered. Both brothers were warned constantly that if anyone found out about abuse, they would be taken someplace remote, tortured, and then killed. Since both brothers knew Jesse was fully capable of it, they never breathed a word, not even to their parents.

Suddenly, the door opened and another man stepped into the car. Frank wondered if this was a trap, and if anything they said would be breathed would be said to his uncle. He nudged Joe and gave him a look that said be quiet. Joe nodded. This wasn't the first time they'd been in a position like this.

"What's going on?" Joe finally dared to ask. We were on our way to the hospital now. I could tell.

The man didn't say anything, he just drove. Frank glanced at Joe, and both of the brothers fell silent, wondering what was next. Were they really getting rescued, or was this one of Jesse's traps?

Guess we'll find out, Frank thought as the hospital sped by in the rear view mirror.

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A/N: If you are a little confused, I'm sorry. I've also edited this chapter since posting.