A/N: Hey, everyone!
Well, I decided to celebrate the end of university!!!..and the realization
that I'm going to spend the next 2 months standing behind the counter at a
7-11... *sighs *.Where was I? Ah, yes, celebrate by updating! * waits for
applause *...Ok, then..I might as well just get on with it then!
Firstly, I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing so far..
Amy Stone - See? Now you can pay me back for all of my ridiculous reviews! I have to admit, it was really nice killing Frank off... * laughs evilly*
Liligirl.I'm sorry to say that there are no tricks...no dreams...just the plain, hard truth..I'm IN LOVE WITH FRANK HARDY!! Sorry, that's not what you were going for, is it???
SAR - Yes, Frank had to go.He's now resting comfortably in my room..You can comment on this chapter!
Stardreamer...here's more.
SilverFang..hehehe...I'm evil reincarnate. I hang out with Satan.hang on, I don't believe him! *realises entire life has been false * NO!!!!!!!! Franks. Gone. Gone, I say!
Ananke.see? I knew there was a group of people who agree with me.those boys are too damn lucky! Nobody gets off that easily.of course, they are fictional characters.. (
Halo..wait no more~!
CHAPTER 1
The lone figure on the floor was a common sight. The doctors and nurses looked away, biting their lips, familiar with sight of grief. Pure, unadulterated grief.
The waiting room was filled with anxious faces, all ignoring the young boy, desperate for their own families, praying they wouldn't suffer the same fate.
"Joe?" The young lady stepped towards him, hesitant. She ran down to the ER as soon as she heard.
"Joe, it's Melissa. Are you okay?" She leant down, ignoring the people around her, focussed solely on Joe's sobs.
"Why did he leave me? Why?" Joe cried out, falling into Melissa's waiting arms.
Melissa choked back her own sob. She'd worked at the hospital for 5 years now, teasing Joe and Frank about their constant scrapes and close calls. But this was too close.
She held him tightly, blinking back her own tears.
The corridor was filled with the cries of Joe Hardy.
* * * * *
Laura Hardy stopped the car, but remained in her seat. She knew that tone. Whenever one of the boys was in serious trouble, the tone popped up in Fenton's voice.
"But it's slightly different this time. He sounded..defeated," her mind whispered softly.
She choked back a sob. She wouldn't think like that.
Laura got out of the car, taking her time locking it. She straightened out and walked into the lobby of the hospital.
Desperation filled her as soon as she entered. Images of anxious faces, cries of pain and agony filtered through her ears. How many times had she sat in that chair, waiting for news on her husband and sons? How many of the magazines had she flipped through, too nervous to actually read the articles?
Laura looked ahead, finally spotting Fenton leaning heavily on the reception desk. She saw him sign some papers before handing them to the nurse. His head fell into his hands in despair.
"Fenton?" she whispered softly. He turned to her, his eyes moist with tears. Unwittingly, Laura felt her own tears start.
"Laura, honey, I'm sorry," his voice cracked. She shook her head. She knew what it was.
"No, no!" she cried pitifully as he wrapped his arms around her.
"It's Frank. He's dead."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"You're lying. He's still alive. He's in a hospital, isn't he?" Her grip tightened.
"Laura, they did everything they could. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She broke down and cried, as he held her close.
Finally, the cries softened slightly.
"Where's Joe?" Fenton struggled to remember.
"He's down the hall. He..he didn't take it very well," he replied. Laura nodded, before pulling away.
"I want to see him. Frank. I want to...I need to.." Her voice cracked.
Fenton nodded and led her down the hallway.
* * * *
Joe leaned against Melissa, his mind reeling with shock. He still couldn't comprehend the events of the day. Just that morning, Frank had woken him up, teasing him about his "vampiric" ways. Joe had grumbled in his typical morning behaviour.
He was there that morning. Joe could still see him leaning against the kitchen counter, one eyebrow raised as Joe attempted to make breakfast.
He smiled. When he started burning the kitchen down, Frank had yelped and ran for his life instead of helping him extinguish it.
A few more tears leaked out of his eyes. Those days were no more. Frank was gone. They'd never drive to school again. Frank would never help him with his homework again. They'd never work on another case. He'd never get to say goodbye...
Joe's breath hitched. He never got to say goodbye to his older brother, the one person he loved more than life instead.
"How could he have done it?" he asked himself, forgetting about Melissa. Joe closed his eyes in disbelief. Now he'd have to tell everyone. Vanessa, Chet, Callie..
Joe shot up in alarm, his eyes widening. Melissa jumped back slightly in shock.
"Oh my god! Callie! I haven't told..she doesn't know." The tears came back as he jumped up unsteadily, leaning against the wall for support.
"Hang on, Joe. Let me help you," Melissa replied, grabbing onto his arm and placing it around her shoulders. They walked towards the phones. "Are you sure about this? It can wait."
"No, it can't," Joe answered, shaking his head. "Callie, she needs to know. Besides, I'll have to tell everyone, anyway. I might as well start now."
He leaned against the phone box, staring at it momentarily.
"Come on, Joe. You have to be the strong one now. You can't lean on Frank anymore," he told himself slightly. With shaking hands, he picked up the phone and dialled.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ahhhh..How was that? Yes, I know, very angsty. But the death of a loved on always angsty. I'll update as soon as I figure out how he died! Isn't that typical? I know he died, but I don't know how! I guess I'm stuck in the same boat as the rest of you!
Anybody have any ideas on what case they were working on that took Frank's life? (
So, review..no reviews..no updates! * cackles*
Well, time for me to head back to my padded room...
Amy Stone - See? Now you can pay me back for all of my ridiculous reviews! I have to admit, it was really nice killing Frank off... * laughs evilly*
Liligirl.I'm sorry to say that there are no tricks...no dreams...just the plain, hard truth..I'm IN LOVE WITH FRANK HARDY!! Sorry, that's not what you were going for, is it???
SAR - Yes, Frank had to go.He's now resting comfortably in my room..You can comment on this chapter!
Stardreamer...here's more.
SilverFang..hehehe...I'm evil reincarnate. I hang out with Satan.hang on, I don't believe him! *realises entire life has been false * NO!!!!!!!! Franks. Gone. Gone, I say!
Ananke.see? I knew there was a group of people who agree with me.those boys are too damn lucky! Nobody gets off that easily.of course, they are fictional characters.. (
Halo..wait no more~!
CHAPTER 1
The lone figure on the floor was a common sight. The doctors and nurses looked away, biting their lips, familiar with sight of grief. Pure, unadulterated grief.
The waiting room was filled with anxious faces, all ignoring the young boy, desperate for their own families, praying they wouldn't suffer the same fate.
"Joe?" The young lady stepped towards him, hesitant. She ran down to the ER as soon as she heard.
"Joe, it's Melissa. Are you okay?" She leant down, ignoring the people around her, focussed solely on Joe's sobs.
"Why did he leave me? Why?" Joe cried out, falling into Melissa's waiting arms.
Melissa choked back her own sob. She'd worked at the hospital for 5 years now, teasing Joe and Frank about their constant scrapes and close calls. But this was too close.
She held him tightly, blinking back her own tears.
The corridor was filled with the cries of Joe Hardy.
* * * * *
Laura Hardy stopped the car, but remained in her seat. She knew that tone. Whenever one of the boys was in serious trouble, the tone popped up in Fenton's voice.
"But it's slightly different this time. He sounded..defeated," her mind whispered softly.
She choked back a sob. She wouldn't think like that.
Laura got out of the car, taking her time locking it. She straightened out and walked into the lobby of the hospital.
Desperation filled her as soon as she entered. Images of anxious faces, cries of pain and agony filtered through her ears. How many times had she sat in that chair, waiting for news on her husband and sons? How many of the magazines had she flipped through, too nervous to actually read the articles?
Laura looked ahead, finally spotting Fenton leaning heavily on the reception desk. She saw him sign some papers before handing them to the nurse. His head fell into his hands in despair.
"Fenton?" she whispered softly. He turned to her, his eyes moist with tears. Unwittingly, Laura felt her own tears start.
"Laura, honey, I'm sorry," his voice cracked. She shook her head. She knew what it was.
"No, no!" she cried pitifully as he wrapped his arms around her.
"It's Frank. He's dead."
She shook her head in disbelief.
"You're lying. He's still alive. He's in a hospital, isn't he?" Her grip tightened.
"Laura, they did everything they could. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She broke down and cried, as he held her close.
Finally, the cries softened slightly.
"Where's Joe?" Fenton struggled to remember.
"He's down the hall. He..he didn't take it very well," he replied. Laura nodded, before pulling away.
"I want to see him. Frank. I want to...I need to.." Her voice cracked.
Fenton nodded and led her down the hallway.
* * * *
Joe leaned against Melissa, his mind reeling with shock. He still couldn't comprehend the events of the day. Just that morning, Frank had woken him up, teasing him about his "vampiric" ways. Joe had grumbled in his typical morning behaviour.
He was there that morning. Joe could still see him leaning against the kitchen counter, one eyebrow raised as Joe attempted to make breakfast.
He smiled. When he started burning the kitchen down, Frank had yelped and ran for his life instead of helping him extinguish it.
A few more tears leaked out of his eyes. Those days were no more. Frank was gone. They'd never drive to school again. Frank would never help him with his homework again. They'd never work on another case. He'd never get to say goodbye...
Joe's breath hitched. He never got to say goodbye to his older brother, the one person he loved more than life instead.
"How could he have done it?" he asked himself, forgetting about Melissa. Joe closed his eyes in disbelief. Now he'd have to tell everyone. Vanessa, Chet, Callie..
Joe shot up in alarm, his eyes widening. Melissa jumped back slightly in shock.
"Oh my god! Callie! I haven't told..she doesn't know." The tears came back as he jumped up unsteadily, leaning against the wall for support.
"Hang on, Joe. Let me help you," Melissa replied, grabbing onto his arm and placing it around her shoulders. They walked towards the phones. "Are you sure about this? It can wait."
"No, it can't," Joe answered, shaking his head. "Callie, she needs to know. Besides, I'll have to tell everyone, anyway. I might as well start now."
He leaned against the phone box, staring at it momentarily.
"Come on, Joe. You have to be the strong one now. You can't lean on Frank anymore," he told himself slightly. With shaking hands, he picked up the phone and dialled.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ahhhh..How was that? Yes, I know, very angsty. But the death of a loved on always angsty. I'll update as soon as I figure out how he died! Isn't that typical? I know he died, but I don't know how! I guess I'm stuck in the same boat as the rest of you!
Anybody have any ideas on what case they were working on that took Frank's life? (
So, review..no reviews..no updates! * cackles*
Well, time for me to head back to my padded room...
