Disclaimer is in Chapter 1
Author's Note: Hey all thanks for the great reviews keep them coming midterms are fast approaching so I have been a little tied up. Sorry about the spacing in the last chapter- Hopefully, this one will be better.
A quick little side note, in case you hadn't figured it out I have aged the characters some.. I mean you can't be 19 and 18 forever..Here's about the rough estimate on ages in case you were wondering: Nancy/Frank - 22 Joe - 20 he hasn't had his birthday yet. Oh, I know Iola's dead but I liked her in the older stories when she was alive, so she's alive in my story. That's it enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 5: Across the Atlantic.
Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic.
Joe had tried twice more to get his brother's attention, and no luck. "What did I miss? What happened in that hotel room that has them locked in silences that became walls that were unbreakable." Joe pondered as he tried to get Nancy's attention this time. Nancy wasn't responding, Joe could tell she was off somewhere deep in her thoughts. He left the seat next to Nancy and went back to his own seat again. "I think they aren't in Kansas, anymore Toto" Joe thought laughing to himself at the corny comment, and that he was going to be getting Nancy for a sister-in-law.
As Joe planned the wedding for Nancy and Frank, their first child, and so forth Nancy was a complete wreck.
"What was I thinking of?" Nancy thought to herself as she stared out the window hoping to find some peace. "I am getting married in a few days to Fr. Ned! I am marrying Ned. I AM marrying Ned. I AM MARRYING Ned! I AM MARRYING NED NICKERSON!" Nancy's brain screamed as if to remind her of something she had tried desperately to forget. "Who is my best friend.. Ne. nope that's Frank. Who loves mysteries as much as I do.. Ne. nope that's Frank. Who is always there when I need them during a tuff case. Ne. nope that's Frank. I love Ned, Ned is my soul mate, I am marrying Ned, and Ned loves me. I think." Nancy's brain continued to play devil's advocate with her thoughts. "Yet, I wanted that kiss. The one that makes you get all hot, the one that makes you knees go week, the one that makes you forget everything, the one that makes your foot pop - A Frank Hardy Kiss. I had been waiting for that kiss, craving that kiss, hungering for it. Frank is. What am I doing? Get a hold of yourself, Drew! Frank never said he loved you or that he wanted to marry you - except that one time in Egypt. It was so wonderful being his wife. No! I have to stop thinking about Frank! Ned! Ned! Ned!" She thought to herself as the stewardess came over the loud speaker saying there was only two hours left.
Frank was also deep in thought. "Why didn't I tell her it was over with Callie, why didn't I tell her I lov. I am too late." Frank thought as he pulled a little black box out of his pocket. He opened the box slowly; it revealed his great-grandmothers wedding ring. The one she had given to him to give to his wife someday, the one Nancy's ring in Egypt had been an exact copy for. Frank continued to mentally kick himself for not asking her sooner, and telling her how he felt as the plane began it's decent into New York, New York, USA.
Back in Riverheights. The Riverside Inn Restaurant
Carson couldn't stand being in that house any longer he had to get out. So he decided to take everyone out to dinner. Little less then two days till his daughter would be home - hopefully. Carson stared out the window of the restaurant lost in thoughts, of his darling Nancy and her mother.
Fenton, Laura, and Gertrude tried to keep a running conversation going but it just became useless. Hannah too was sitting across from Carson at the long rectangle table, and looking out the window in thought. Each was wondering what was going in with each other's children, did they get Nancy out okay, were they in any danger, did they need help? Fenton had tried calling Joe again to get an update but his son's phone was off or the battery was dead. He had left so many voice messages it would probably take Joe a month or so to listen to them all. Fenton, being an investigator/sleuth himself, was dying to know what was going on. His son's usually called and ran things off there father, but not with this investigation. He felt like he was losing touch with his son's as they got older.
Fenton sighed, as the waitress brought out their meal and everyone turned their attention to eating their dinners with heavy hearts and minds.
On the other side of town, Ned awoke from the drunken stupor that he had been in since Nancy hadn't shown up on time for their wedding. He for some reason knew she wasn't going to show up but that hadn't mattered. He thought this time he would come first ahead of the mystery - ha what an understatement. He pulled himself up from his bed and got in the shower.
A few hours later, he was clean, hung over, and cleaning up the mess in which he had created from his drinking binge. He has just put away the last of his laundry, and picked up the empty beer bottles when he heard the doorbell ring. He ran to the door hoping to see Nancy, he opened the door ready to give her a piece of his mind.
"Hello, Mr. Nickerson. You don't know me, but I know exactly how you feel right now." A tall woman said she looked almost like Nancy. "Come in, please Ms. . I am sorry I didn't get your name." Ned asked as he opened the door wider to let her in. "Callie.. Callie Shaw. Frank Hardy's ex-girlfriend." Callie replied as Ned shut the door and showed her into the living room of his apartment.
In Bayport..
Nancy, Frank, and Joe had just gone through customs and grabbed their bags when a familiar voice screamed, "JOE!" Joe turned around and saw his soul mate, his one true love, no matter what flirting he did he was always faithful to her. "Iola," Joe said as he dropped his bags and picked her up and swung her around. Nancy and Frank smiled at each other - wishing they could be like that. "Wait, how did Iola know we were here?" Nancy asked. "Joe must have called her from the plane. That's the only thing I can think of." Frank replied as they walked over to the happy couple.
They all said their hello's and exchanged pleasantries before Joe picked up his bags again and followed Iola out to her car. Frank grabbed his and Nancy's bags and started off after his brother and Iola. "Frank - I can carry my own bags. I always carry my own weight." Nancy said as she caught up with him. "I am fine, and I thought after the long flight you would be tired so I was trying to do something nice!" Frank angrily exclaimed and continued walking out to the car. Nancy just stood there for a minute, "What did I do?"
A few minutes and curses later, Joe and Frank managed to fit all the luggage into Iola's green BW bug. Nancy had finally come out of the airport with a mystified expression on her face. She got into the back of the car with Frank, as Joe sat up front with Iola catching up on all the days they had been apart from each other. Nancy and Frank both sat on the edge of their seats, as if they were afraid to let one part of their body brush against each other.
Author's Note: Hey all thanks for the great reviews keep them coming midterms are fast approaching so I have been a little tied up. Sorry about the spacing in the last chapter- Hopefully, this one will be better.
A quick little side note, in case you hadn't figured it out I have aged the characters some.. I mean you can't be 19 and 18 forever..Here's about the rough estimate on ages in case you were wondering: Nancy/Frank - 22 Joe - 20 he hasn't had his birthday yet. Oh, I know Iola's dead but I liked her in the older stories when she was alive, so she's alive in my story. That's it enjoy the chapter.
Chapter 5: Across the Atlantic.
Somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic.
Joe had tried twice more to get his brother's attention, and no luck. "What did I miss? What happened in that hotel room that has them locked in silences that became walls that were unbreakable." Joe pondered as he tried to get Nancy's attention this time. Nancy wasn't responding, Joe could tell she was off somewhere deep in her thoughts. He left the seat next to Nancy and went back to his own seat again. "I think they aren't in Kansas, anymore Toto" Joe thought laughing to himself at the corny comment, and that he was going to be getting Nancy for a sister-in-law.
As Joe planned the wedding for Nancy and Frank, their first child, and so forth Nancy was a complete wreck.
"What was I thinking of?" Nancy thought to herself as she stared out the window hoping to find some peace. "I am getting married in a few days to Fr. Ned! I am marrying Ned. I AM marrying Ned. I AM MARRYING Ned! I AM MARRYING NED NICKERSON!" Nancy's brain screamed as if to remind her of something she had tried desperately to forget. "Who is my best friend.. Ne. nope that's Frank. Who loves mysteries as much as I do.. Ne. nope that's Frank. Who is always there when I need them during a tuff case. Ne. nope that's Frank. I love Ned, Ned is my soul mate, I am marrying Ned, and Ned loves me. I think." Nancy's brain continued to play devil's advocate with her thoughts. "Yet, I wanted that kiss. The one that makes you get all hot, the one that makes you knees go week, the one that makes you forget everything, the one that makes your foot pop - A Frank Hardy Kiss. I had been waiting for that kiss, craving that kiss, hungering for it. Frank is. What am I doing? Get a hold of yourself, Drew! Frank never said he loved you or that he wanted to marry you - except that one time in Egypt. It was so wonderful being his wife. No! I have to stop thinking about Frank! Ned! Ned! Ned!" She thought to herself as the stewardess came over the loud speaker saying there was only two hours left.
Frank was also deep in thought. "Why didn't I tell her it was over with Callie, why didn't I tell her I lov. I am too late." Frank thought as he pulled a little black box out of his pocket. He opened the box slowly; it revealed his great-grandmothers wedding ring. The one she had given to him to give to his wife someday, the one Nancy's ring in Egypt had been an exact copy for. Frank continued to mentally kick himself for not asking her sooner, and telling her how he felt as the plane began it's decent into New York, New York, USA.
Back in Riverheights. The Riverside Inn Restaurant
Carson couldn't stand being in that house any longer he had to get out. So he decided to take everyone out to dinner. Little less then two days till his daughter would be home - hopefully. Carson stared out the window of the restaurant lost in thoughts, of his darling Nancy and her mother.
Fenton, Laura, and Gertrude tried to keep a running conversation going but it just became useless. Hannah too was sitting across from Carson at the long rectangle table, and looking out the window in thought. Each was wondering what was going in with each other's children, did they get Nancy out okay, were they in any danger, did they need help? Fenton had tried calling Joe again to get an update but his son's phone was off or the battery was dead. He had left so many voice messages it would probably take Joe a month or so to listen to them all. Fenton, being an investigator/sleuth himself, was dying to know what was going on. His son's usually called and ran things off there father, but not with this investigation. He felt like he was losing touch with his son's as they got older.
Fenton sighed, as the waitress brought out their meal and everyone turned their attention to eating their dinners with heavy hearts and minds.
On the other side of town, Ned awoke from the drunken stupor that he had been in since Nancy hadn't shown up on time for their wedding. He for some reason knew she wasn't going to show up but that hadn't mattered. He thought this time he would come first ahead of the mystery - ha what an understatement. He pulled himself up from his bed and got in the shower.
A few hours later, he was clean, hung over, and cleaning up the mess in which he had created from his drinking binge. He has just put away the last of his laundry, and picked up the empty beer bottles when he heard the doorbell ring. He ran to the door hoping to see Nancy, he opened the door ready to give her a piece of his mind.
"Hello, Mr. Nickerson. You don't know me, but I know exactly how you feel right now." A tall woman said she looked almost like Nancy. "Come in, please Ms. . I am sorry I didn't get your name." Ned asked as he opened the door wider to let her in. "Callie.. Callie Shaw. Frank Hardy's ex-girlfriend." Callie replied as Ned shut the door and showed her into the living room of his apartment.
In Bayport..
Nancy, Frank, and Joe had just gone through customs and grabbed their bags when a familiar voice screamed, "JOE!" Joe turned around and saw his soul mate, his one true love, no matter what flirting he did he was always faithful to her. "Iola," Joe said as he dropped his bags and picked her up and swung her around. Nancy and Frank smiled at each other - wishing they could be like that. "Wait, how did Iola know we were here?" Nancy asked. "Joe must have called her from the plane. That's the only thing I can think of." Frank replied as they walked over to the happy couple.
They all said their hello's and exchanged pleasantries before Joe picked up his bags again and followed Iola out to her car. Frank grabbed his and Nancy's bags and started off after his brother and Iola. "Frank - I can carry my own bags. I always carry my own weight." Nancy said as she caught up with him. "I am fine, and I thought after the long flight you would be tired so I was trying to do something nice!" Frank angrily exclaimed and continued walking out to the car. Nancy just stood there for a minute, "What did I do?"
A few minutes and curses later, Joe and Frank managed to fit all the luggage into Iola's green BW bug. Nancy had finally come out of the airport with a mystified expression on her face. She got into the back of the car with Frank, as Joe sat up front with Iola catching up on all the days they had been apart from each other. Nancy and Frank both sat on the edge of their seats, as if they were afraid to let one part of their body brush against each other.
