Disclaimer: nothing is mine.
This story is mainly Nancy and Frank, I just have a hard time writing Joe. He will have some parts though don't worry. Also, the characters won't be exactly like the books.
Ch1
Nancy grimaced as she changed into clothes suitable for the return of the Hardy's Aunt Gertrude. Aunt Gertrude was rarely a fun person.
Fenton and Laura had driven to pick her up while she Frank and Joe got ready for the dinner.
Unfortunately, Fenton and Laura weren't able to be at the dinner to control Gertrude, and Gertrude was rarely nice to Nancy.
Nancy normally didn't push Gertrude's buttons, but tonight she was stressed and tired, and she wasn't feeling very well.
She was in Bayport on a case with Frank and Joe. The case involved some kidnappers no one had been able to catch. They had been working around half a month, since Nancy had arrived following the case.
What Frank and Joe didn't know was that she had been one of the victims two weeks before she had come. The only one to escape unharmed. The only one to escape and live.
Nancy shuddered as the thought went through her head. Quickly, she pushed the thought out and grabbed a notepad.
A knock echoed lightly. "Come in," she said. The door opened and Frank emerged.
"Aunt Gertrude and my parents will be back any minute," he announced. "You ready?"
" To face your aunt who hates me for no apparent reason?" Nancy sighed. "Sure,"
* * *
"Young people should not be involved with mysteries. Nobody should be involved in mysteries," Gertrude stated. "It's too dangerous. Especially girls," she added for Nancy's benefit. "Nobody should go traipsing around like little animals causing mischief," she paused. "Nancy what are you writing?"
Nancy looked up. "Nothing," she flipped the pages to some blanks.
"Let me see," Gertrude pursed her lips.
Nancy held up the notebook and flipped pages, personally going to the blank pages.
Joe suppressed a smirk as it was clear that Nancy had been writing something. Frank shot her a look that said "stop whatever you're up to".
"Very well," Gertrude sighed. "Now where was I?"
Nancy flipped back to where she was writing. "Gertrude: What have you three been up to? Frank: We're still working on that case. Gertrude: Young people should not be involved with mysteries," Nancy was interrupted by Joe's raucous laughter. Frank glared along with Gertrude.
"I suppose you find this funny Nancy," Gertrude said icily.
"The fact that you can't remember what you were saying two minutes ago?" Nancy asked rhetorically. " Yes, I do find that very funny. So does Joe apparently,"
This shut Joe up.
"I expected better of you, Nancy Kamea Drew," Gertrude scolded.
Nancy winced at the use of her middle name. Gertrude continued. "I can only imagine what you're father would say, were he here. You take after your mother so much it's scary. That's how she got killed you know. Causing mischief and traipsing around,"
"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry," Nancy stated. She stood and placed a crumpled napkin on the table. Then she hurried upstairs and locked herself in her guest-room.
* * *
It wasn't a lie. Nancy really didn't want to eat. "I feel like total shit," she muttered. Though she hardly ever swore, she wasn't shocked at the word coming out of her mouth. She was too busy throwing up.
She glanced at her watch, it was only a 7:30. * I wonder if that clinic I saw the other day is open* she thought.
Nancy had a rough idea what was wrong, but she didn't know how she got it. She sure as hell wasn't about to buy what would tell her. Everyone in this town knew the Hardys and knew she was staying with them. Word would get around very quickly. Besides, she might not even be right. The clinic was the only answer.
* * *
She had just finished scrawling a note to Frank and Joe that read, "Out for a walk. Be back in a while."
Nancy had unlocked the door to the room ten climbed down the trellis.
Slowly she walked around the town she was becoming familiar with, towards the clinic, stopping every once in a while to overcome waves of nausea.
Finally she reached the clinic and was thrilled to see it was open. As she entered the building she had to grab the wall to keep from falling to the floor.
Almost instantly an African-American doctor walked up. Nancy guessed she was about 45. "Honey you look horrible," she said.
"I feel worse," Nancy mumbled. "But I'm sure there are people who need your help more than me Ma'am,"
"At this hour, in this town?" The doctor laughed. "The only serious cases we get at this hour a from the Hardy Household. And don't call me Ma'am unless I have a broken hip and am lying in a bed at Sunnyview Retirement Home,"
"I'd laugh about the Hardy Household comment but that probably wouldn't feel so good," Nancy half-smiled.
"Why, you know them?"
"They're pretty good friends of mine,"
"Let's go into the exam room and see what's wrong with you. My name's Adelle,"
Adelle led Nancy into an exam room and had her sit on the bed. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I haven't felt very well since this morning. It's gotten progressively worse,"
"Have you had any signs of fever?" Adelle questioned. Nancy shook her head. "Coughing?" Head shake. "Sneezing?" Movement of the head in a vertical direction. "I'm going to take a blood sample and run a few tests. I can get some basic information from you until I can get a copy of your records from your physician while the test is being run,"
"How'd you know I wasn't from around here?" Nancy asked. She winced as she Adelle put the needle in her arm.
"Everyone from this town knows that thing about the Hardys ," Adelle smiled. "Besides I know every teenage girl in this town and I've never seen you," she paused. "I'm going to put this test in and I'll be right back to get the information,"
* * *
Adelle came into the room with a sad look on her face after going to get the test results. "Honey, there's some good news, and some bad news," she sat on the edge of the bed where Nancy was now lying. "The good news is you're going to have a baby. The bad news is from what you've told me, you aren't going to have much help raising it,"
Nancy nearly fainted. "I think I'm going to head back to where I'm staying if that's all right," she stated weakly.
"Of course it is," Adelle smiled. "I'm going to give you the number here in case you have any problems while your in town,"
"Thanks," Nancy smiled. She stood. "How much do I owe you?"
"Didn't you know? This is a free clinic?"
Nancy noticed Adelle was lying, but didn't say anything. "Thanks again for everything, Adelle," she walked out to the lobby, put 40 dollars one the front desk, and left.
* * *
Nancy had climbed the trellis to get into her room, not willing to face Gertrude, Joe, and Frank.
Now she was lying on her bed crying, thinking of what to do.
"Nancy?" she heard Frank's voice ask from the doorway. "When did you get back?" he then noticed she was crying. "What's wrong?" he moved into the room.
Nancy wiped her eyes and sat up. "Nothing's wrong," she muttered.
"Do you really think I'm going to buy that?" Frank asked.
"It was worth a shot," Nancy murmured.
"So what's wrong?" Frank asked again sitting on the bed next to her.
"It's a long story," Nancy warned.
"I'm prepared," Frank said.
"Well first of all, I really didn't feel good when I said that to Gertrude," Nancy began. "And I couldn't figure out what was wrong. You know I'm conscious of my health,"
But you're stubborn as hell when you get poisoned," Frank tired to lighten the mood.
"That was only twice and we were really close to catching the bad guys," Nancy said.
(AN: The "only twice" thing is to my knowledge, i.e. the supermysteries that I've read.)
"Anyway I went to a clinic I saw when I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Then Adelle, the doctor that was there, couldn't figure it out so she ran a blood test," Nancy stopped.
"What did it say?" Frank questioned.
"T-the test said that I-I'm pregnant,"
Frank just pulled Nancy into a hug, unsure what else to do. After a minute he asked, "When are you going to tell Ned?"
"That's the problem," Nancy sighed. "As far as I can remember, I'm a virgin,"
This story is mainly Nancy and Frank, I just have a hard time writing Joe. He will have some parts though don't worry. Also, the characters won't be exactly like the books.
Ch1
Nancy grimaced as she changed into clothes suitable for the return of the Hardy's Aunt Gertrude. Aunt Gertrude was rarely a fun person.
Fenton and Laura had driven to pick her up while she Frank and Joe got ready for the dinner.
Unfortunately, Fenton and Laura weren't able to be at the dinner to control Gertrude, and Gertrude was rarely nice to Nancy.
Nancy normally didn't push Gertrude's buttons, but tonight she was stressed and tired, and she wasn't feeling very well.
She was in Bayport on a case with Frank and Joe. The case involved some kidnappers no one had been able to catch. They had been working around half a month, since Nancy had arrived following the case.
What Frank and Joe didn't know was that she had been one of the victims two weeks before she had come. The only one to escape unharmed. The only one to escape and live.
Nancy shuddered as the thought went through her head. Quickly, she pushed the thought out and grabbed a notepad.
A knock echoed lightly. "Come in," she said. The door opened and Frank emerged.
"Aunt Gertrude and my parents will be back any minute," he announced. "You ready?"
" To face your aunt who hates me for no apparent reason?" Nancy sighed. "Sure,"
* * *
"Young people should not be involved with mysteries. Nobody should be involved in mysteries," Gertrude stated. "It's too dangerous. Especially girls," she added for Nancy's benefit. "Nobody should go traipsing around like little animals causing mischief," she paused. "Nancy what are you writing?"
Nancy looked up. "Nothing," she flipped the pages to some blanks.
"Let me see," Gertrude pursed her lips.
Nancy held up the notebook and flipped pages, personally going to the blank pages.
Joe suppressed a smirk as it was clear that Nancy had been writing something. Frank shot her a look that said "stop whatever you're up to".
"Very well," Gertrude sighed. "Now where was I?"
Nancy flipped back to where she was writing. "Gertrude: What have you three been up to? Frank: We're still working on that case. Gertrude: Young people should not be involved with mysteries," Nancy was interrupted by Joe's raucous laughter. Frank glared along with Gertrude.
"I suppose you find this funny Nancy," Gertrude said icily.
"The fact that you can't remember what you were saying two minutes ago?" Nancy asked rhetorically. " Yes, I do find that very funny. So does Joe apparently,"
This shut Joe up.
"I expected better of you, Nancy Kamea Drew," Gertrude scolded.
Nancy winced at the use of her middle name. Gertrude continued. "I can only imagine what you're father would say, were he here. You take after your mother so much it's scary. That's how she got killed you know. Causing mischief and traipsing around,"
"Suddenly, I'm not so hungry," Nancy stated. She stood and placed a crumpled napkin on the table. Then she hurried upstairs and locked herself in her guest-room.
* * *
It wasn't a lie. Nancy really didn't want to eat. "I feel like total shit," she muttered. Though she hardly ever swore, she wasn't shocked at the word coming out of her mouth. She was too busy throwing up.
She glanced at her watch, it was only a 7:30. * I wonder if that clinic I saw the other day is open* she thought.
Nancy had a rough idea what was wrong, but she didn't know how she got it. She sure as hell wasn't about to buy what would tell her. Everyone in this town knew the Hardys and knew she was staying with them. Word would get around very quickly. Besides, she might not even be right. The clinic was the only answer.
* * *
She had just finished scrawling a note to Frank and Joe that read, "Out for a walk. Be back in a while."
Nancy had unlocked the door to the room ten climbed down the trellis.
Slowly she walked around the town she was becoming familiar with, towards the clinic, stopping every once in a while to overcome waves of nausea.
Finally she reached the clinic and was thrilled to see it was open. As she entered the building she had to grab the wall to keep from falling to the floor.
Almost instantly an African-American doctor walked up. Nancy guessed she was about 45. "Honey you look horrible," she said.
"I feel worse," Nancy mumbled. "But I'm sure there are people who need your help more than me Ma'am,"
"At this hour, in this town?" The doctor laughed. "The only serious cases we get at this hour a from the Hardy Household. And don't call me Ma'am unless I have a broken hip and am lying in a bed at Sunnyview Retirement Home,"
"I'd laugh about the Hardy Household comment but that probably wouldn't feel so good," Nancy half-smiled.
"Why, you know them?"
"They're pretty good friends of mine,"
"Let's go into the exam room and see what's wrong with you. My name's Adelle,"
Adelle led Nancy into an exam room and had her sit on the bed. "What seems to be the problem?"
"I haven't felt very well since this morning. It's gotten progressively worse,"
"Have you had any signs of fever?" Adelle questioned. Nancy shook her head. "Coughing?" Head shake. "Sneezing?" Movement of the head in a vertical direction. "I'm going to take a blood sample and run a few tests. I can get some basic information from you until I can get a copy of your records from your physician while the test is being run,"
"How'd you know I wasn't from around here?" Nancy asked. She winced as she Adelle put the needle in her arm.
"Everyone from this town knows that thing about the Hardys ," Adelle smiled. "Besides I know every teenage girl in this town and I've never seen you," she paused. "I'm going to put this test in and I'll be right back to get the information,"
* * *
Adelle came into the room with a sad look on her face after going to get the test results. "Honey, there's some good news, and some bad news," she sat on the edge of the bed where Nancy was now lying. "The good news is you're going to have a baby. The bad news is from what you've told me, you aren't going to have much help raising it,"
Nancy nearly fainted. "I think I'm going to head back to where I'm staying if that's all right," she stated weakly.
"Of course it is," Adelle smiled. "I'm going to give you the number here in case you have any problems while your in town,"
"Thanks," Nancy smiled. She stood. "How much do I owe you?"
"Didn't you know? This is a free clinic?"
Nancy noticed Adelle was lying, but didn't say anything. "Thanks again for everything, Adelle," she walked out to the lobby, put 40 dollars one the front desk, and left.
* * *
Nancy had climbed the trellis to get into her room, not willing to face Gertrude, Joe, and Frank.
Now she was lying on her bed crying, thinking of what to do.
"Nancy?" she heard Frank's voice ask from the doorway. "When did you get back?" he then noticed she was crying. "What's wrong?" he moved into the room.
Nancy wiped her eyes and sat up. "Nothing's wrong," she muttered.
"Do you really think I'm going to buy that?" Frank asked.
"It was worth a shot," Nancy murmured.
"So what's wrong?" Frank asked again sitting on the bed next to her.
"It's a long story," Nancy warned.
"I'm prepared," Frank said.
"Well first of all, I really didn't feel good when I said that to Gertrude," Nancy began. "And I couldn't figure out what was wrong. You know I'm conscious of my health,"
But you're stubborn as hell when you get poisoned," Frank tired to lighten the mood.
"That was only twice and we were really close to catching the bad guys," Nancy said.
(AN: The "only twice" thing is to my knowledge, i.e. the supermysteries that I've read.)
"Anyway I went to a clinic I saw when I couldn't figure out what was wrong. Then Adelle, the doctor that was there, couldn't figure it out so she ran a blood test," Nancy stopped.
"What did it say?" Frank questioned.
"T-the test said that I-I'm pregnant,"
Frank just pulled Nancy into a hug, unsure what else to do. After a minute he asked, "When are you going to tell Ned?"
"That's the problem," Nancy sighed. "As far as I can remember, I'm a virgin,"