Hey! Sorry for the Malfunction in the update! I freaked out when I realized what had happened. Hopefully it'll work this time.
***PLOT TWIST*** Guys, THIS IS NO LONGER a two-shot! :O
Nope. I think it may have turned into a small firing squad. But we'll see how it ends up!
Soooooo, I'm not completely positive what to do about our dear blonde one's leg... I STILL cannot decide whether or not to amputate it. Amputation is easier and creates more DRAMAA, buuuut even *I* have my Cruelty limits and am rather willing to try and save his leg if y'all REALLY want... ;)
I do not own Nancy Drew or The Hardy Boys. If I did I'd probably have a car.
Enjoy!
Frank dragged himself down into the small cafeteria for an over-priced, under-prepared meal the next morning with Bess and George, while Nancy and Joe fared hardly better with the food delivered to them in their rooms. He swirled a plastic spoon apathetically in his bland coffee until it turned cold.
"I'm not really hungry," Frank finally sighed and pushed his chair back from the small table with a screech. "You guys go ahead and eat."
Bess and George exchanged a worried glance, then focused their eyes on the lonely figure of the older Hardy boy walking dejectedly away.
As he walked, Frank continued to replay in his mind the scene, all the way up to the chilling crack of bone and his little brother's anguished scream.
Walking up to Joe's door, Frank peered in. Maybe he was sleeping.
Scrape… Scrape…
What's he doing in there? Frank wondered. For no reason, worry clenched in his throat. If he was in trouble again…
Bursting through the door, Frank ran in and stopped short.
Joe lay on the bed, sleeping.
Then what was that noise…? Was someone in here?
Looking around warily, Frank turned, backing towards the window by the head of Joe's bed.
A waft of fresh air registered in Frank's mind. A car horn sounding from the street nearby came clearly. He gasped and turned around, staring.
The window was open a little. Okay, Frank, calm down. It's okay. They just cracked the window to give Joe some fresh air. No need to go into overprotective mode. Besides, this IS pretty high up. It's not like someone's going to –
Suddenly he noticed something. Frank's eyes narrowed. Then they widened in fear and realization, his heart beginning to pound rapidly.
Crouching, Frank fingered the cleanly cut edges of the missing bottom half of the window screen. Bits of screen still littered the sill.
*Foxy's evil laugh entered the fandom once more*