Since early childhood, Joe Hardy had been quick to learn that some problems could be easily fixed and others… Well, others either turned out to be an awesome new case or a major pain in a place that he'd never dare mention in the presence of Aunt Trudy and Joe had an inkling, it was more of feeling really that this was going to be one of those times.

"Come on boys! It's time to get up! Up! Up! It's time for spring cleaning!" Their mother, Laura Hardy sang as she lugged a box down the hallway, dancing past the closed door to the bedroom Joe shared with his slightly older brother, Frank.

Joe groaned the moment he heard those words, that inkling turning into an alarming feeling immanent death. Where his mom was a morning person, constantly bright and chipper, he was not, in fact, he liked sleeping, and nothing his mother said could change that.

"Come on, Joe!" Joe distinctly heard his brother's voice explain as something- a folded pair of Frank's socks hit the back of his head. "You could at least try to get out of bed before lunch!"

Joe made a face, did his brother have to inherit their mom's early-riser-gene?

"Why?" Joe demanded, pulling the blankets over his head. "I think you've assaulted me enough for one day!"

Frank rolled his eyes, used to his little brother's childish antics.

"You know there's no way you can get yourself out of this, right?" Frank asked, his arms crossed as he glared, clearly annoyed at the lump of sheets that covered the entirety of Joe.

For two brothers the boys couldn't have been more different, where Joe was careless, fun loving and more than a little reckless on more than one occasion Frank was cautious, logical and never threw himself into a situation before thinking it through. Even their physical appearance, as Joe was tall, tanned and sporting a mess of overgrown blonde hair that complimented his bright blue eyes where Frank kept his black locks cut short, away from where it could fall in front of his brown eyes during all the hours he spent reading in the library where their mother worked, his alabaster complexion serving as further testament to that fact- left them at odds.

"A guy can dream." Joe groaned in return, resigning himself to the fact that he would have to roll himself out of bed eventually.

Frank sighed, grabbing Joe's exposed ankle and pulling him out onto the cold, hard floor.

"OW!" Joe exclaimed, more than a little melodramatic as he starfished across their bedroom floor. "You could have killed me, Frank! Your own brother!"

"Joe…" Frank trailed off, struggling not to facepalm.

"I mean really, how cou-"

"Joe." Frank started again, although the younger boy didn't seem to notice.

"-ld you be so heartless? You're supposed to be th-"

"Joe!" Frank yelled, finally gaining Joe's attention.

"What?" Joe asked in return, sitting up as he looked up at Frank with an innocent expression on his face.

"You're sitting in a puddle…"

Joe looked down, his face as red as a tomato as he realised that he'd landed in the remnants of his water glass, he must have knocked it over when Frank had pulled him out of bed.

Oh, what a way to start the day.