Hey, guys so I wasn't planning on updating, but I felt bad and wanted to. So, REVIEWS!

Cherylann Rivers: I know I hope that last chapter wasn't too long of a wait. A lot of whump is always create! ;)

ErinJordan: Here ya go!

Penlew: Yeah that crash was really annoying. Heres a chapter to make up for that horrible cliffhanger!


Fenton was overjoyed. He and the police had raced down to the docks, searching all the boats that were hooked up to the piers, and scanning the boats on the harbor. A search boat had been set up and the rescuers were about to go out on the water when they spotted his sons. It was hard to make out the details, but through binoculars handed to him, Fenton could see Frank waving, and Joe standing by his side.

One of the officers had pulled out a megaphone, and called out to them, confirming it was them and the police were here to help. Fenton could almost feel the relief of his sons from the docks. Then something had taken Frank's attention away, a small boat off to the side of theirs. A single man was standing on it, hands in the air. Then Frank and Joe's boat exploded.

Fenton was devastated. But there was always a chance. The police boat started to pull out of the harbor, and Fenton was desperate to be on it. Collig was already on, and he ordered the officer to pull back and pick up the elder Hardy. Once aboard, the little police boat sped out into the open water, towards the fiery remains of the boat.


Frank first thought when he saw Antonio with the detonator was, "We're going to die."

His second thought, however, was a little different. "Gotta get Joe." Even in life and death situations, his first priority was his little brother. In the half a second before the deadly button was pushed, Joe was running towards the side of the boat, and Frank grabbed his arm and threw him forward, ahead of himself. Then Frank jumped over beside him. While they were in the air, the ship exploded, the heat and the fire and debris hitting the brothers before they even touched the water.

Frank must've blacked out for a second, because when he woke up, he was underwater, dying for air. He swam up to the surface and gulped massive breaths of the sweet air, choking on it with water that was in his throat. He brought his hand up to the back of his head and groaned, it came back slick with blood. That's how he was knocked out.

He took inventory of the rest of his body in seconds, and besides his aching back from the previous fall, pounding head and ringing ears from the explosion, he didn't think anything was wrong. There was a sharp pain in his leg every once and a while, but he didn't think much of it when a more pressing matter came to mind.

Where was Joe?

Frank scanned the top of the water, looking around frantically, finding nothing. Joe would've grabbed onto a piece of debris and floated on it if he was above water, so that must've meant he was below the surface.

Frank took a deep breath and dove into the water, opening his eyes. He blinked a few times to clear them from air bubbles, and he started searching for his brother. Luckily, it was light out and the fire from the boat gave enough light to see across the floor. There! He found him!

Joe was sinking closer to the bottom, eyes shut and air bubbles rapidly escaping from his mouth. Frank was running out of air, but he had to reach him. With large stroked, Frank swam as fast as he could to Joe. He grabbed the collar of Joe's shirt and dragged him upwards with him.

When they broke the surface, Frank was relieved and concerned all at the same time. They were back on the surface, but Frank could tell his Joe was breathing. Using his legs and one arm to tread the water, he brought Joe's head close to his ears, where he couldn't hear anything.

"Dang it, Joe, breathe!" Frank shouted, and hit his fist against Joe's stomach. After three hits, Joe's head whipped forwards and he retched up water, coughing loudly, eye's still shut. After the coughing subsided, Joe opened his eyes and looked around, voice hoarse.

"Are we alive?" Frank laughed.

"Yeah, we're alive baby brother." Frank looked at the dock and saw the police boat speeding towards him, with their dad on it. "And here comes help now." He waved his hands in the arm, catching the attention of the boat.

Joe was smiling, until he looked over at the side, and saw Antonio, still in the boat.

"Frank get down!" He shouted and pushed Frank under the water, diving down with him, just as Antonio shot at them with his gun. The brothers stayed under until the shooting stopped, and when they came back up, they saw a couple of the police officer dripping wet, on Antonio's boat, putting him in handcuffs.

Then Fenton and the police boat came forward and pulled them out of the water, immediately wrapping them in blankets. Fenton ran forward and pulled his boys into a tight hug, not wanting to ever let go.


This is almost finished, a few more chapters. I hope you guys have enjoyed it!