A/N: Before you read... I suck at updating! I'm so sorry that i have barely updated on anything anymore! :'( Having to do with school, struggling to have inspiration to write fanfics, ballet and all these other insane things that are going on in the world I just felt stuck... I'm sorry for not updating in months! Thank you for sticking with me :)

Chapter Two: Hardy Luck!
It was a long time before Joe was even comfortable to see Fenton's face. His stomach would swirl and his thoughts would overwhelm him so much he would feel awfully sick. So he told Frank that he wanted to talk to Fenton when he could emotionally and not get sick to his stomach and have a pounding headache. Stress probably. Laura and Fenton were extremely guilty but of course Joe was still a little upset towards them. 'You killed our real Joseph?' Those words would replay and replay in his brain it made him feel so bad inside that he would cringe outwardly and inwardly.

What had he done for himself to hear those awful, hurtful words? Was he not loved? Was he unwanted? He had always thought he didn't fit in.. Maybe he should have stayed with Xavier- his 'real' father, his birth father. Xavier seemed nicer and not so cruel like Fenton. How did it come to this? Now Joe was talking about Fenton Hardy, as Fenton and not Dad anymore. It made him feel sick again.

He wished things would be okay again but sometimes life that was not like that. Well, Frank wouldn't have to share his candy or anything really anymore with him. Frank had said that they loved him... but Joe did not know who to believe. He felt like his heart had been stabbed front and back. He hated being a 'Hardy' now. He couldn't believe it. If he had grown up as a Shaun Stevenson then what would have he been? Not a sleuth, definitely. No more Hardy Boys.. No more Hardys Detectives. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair.

Joe was just angry. He loved his family. He had trusted his family to tell him the truth but in reality he shouldn't have trusted them to tell him the whole truth and nothing but the truth. They had lied to him all his life. Frank had said he hadn't even known about it until four days ago when Dad-Fenton-Dad-Mr. Hardy had confessed that the two weren't real brothers. He sat on his bed holding a framed photo of him, Frank, and his parents with a sulking Aunt Gertrude from four years ago. The corners of his mouth tipped into a smile but disappeared when the bedroom door opened.

"Go away," Joe ordered harshly as he shoved the picture underneath his pillow. He snapped his head up to see the person inside the room, but gasped at the man who was holding a gun at him, standing in his bedroom. Oh, great, instead of Parker Luck it was Hardy Luck.

"What do you want?" Joe asked looking at the gun and back at the man who was frowning at him.

"Look, Joseph," The man began, "Don't you remember me?"

"...No..." Joe shook his head. Another creep is after me? This is the best month of my life, not. "Am I supposed to?"

"Yes," The man stalked closer to the end of the bed, making Joe scramble towards his closet. "I'm your father." Star Wars fan or what? He wanted to roll his eyes but he didn't knowing that it could anger the man to pull the trigger of the weapon.

Joe's eyes widened and he groaned hoping that this was just a cruel joke. "This is getting insane."

"What? I am your father and you're coming with me!"

"I'm not coming with you! I'm not going anywhere with anyone!" Joe nearly shouted as the man reached for his arm. "Let me go! Let me go!" He could definitely not have three fathers total! He only had one! This was such a sick joke! Had Chet done it? His so called family? He hated this situation- this messed up freaking situation!

The man sighed and pulled out a cloth from a jacket. "If you're going to struggle, I'll have to use this, son,"

Chloroform. Joe's worst enemy in life!

"FRAAAAAAAAAAAAANK! " Joe screamed with all of his heart- hoping Frank would hear him and aid him unless he knew it was a prank... but of course, he wanted to be optimistic so... Suddenly Frank came in, slamming the door open with an angry look on his face. Joe inwardly cheered. Thank goodness for Frank.

"HEY! Don't mess with my brother!" Frank glowered.

"He's my son," Joe could tell his brother (he didn't notice at the moment he thought of Frank his brother but oh well) was holding back a graon. It was annoying so he could understand Frank's frustration. Frank took in a deep breath and tried to calm down. "Now if you let me through, I won't hurt him, okay?" Joe blinked a few times and gave Frank a look begging to save his life. He had already gotten beaten up, kidnapped and now he had "three" fathers? What was this? A Twilight Zone episode?

"Its okay, Joe, I'll save you." Frank said with confidence in his voice. Joe rolled his eyes, seeing the big brother in his um brother come out in his personality. The man smiled and motioned for the older Hardy to get out of the way. He did. Joe was suddenly being dragged away by the arm even if he struggled as hard as he could, but of course he was still healing from those stupid wounds he had gotten four days ago...or was it five days ago? He didn't know.

"You're Always a Hardy, Joe, remember that!"

What the... Is that all you have to say to me?! Joe wanted to slap a hand against his forehead. Yeah, I'm always a Hardy, whatever that means. Thanks for the confidence, bro.