Hey! Ok, so I'm super sorry (again) my internet is... Fucked up. I don't know what's wrong with it. It'll go in and out like every minute. But good news, I'm at the beach this week and am using their Wifi. So remember when I said this will be the trial chapter? I lied. Sorry. I really don't know how to write that. So... Help?

Hardydrewsgirl- Ehhhhh, I don't know. How often do lawyers and their clients hang out? And oh my god EWWW, that would be so weird. Frank is like 11. I'm 17 and I haven't dated anyone or kissed anyone or anything. Haha. And I honestly don't like the whole Frank/Nancy thing. Franklin W. Dixon wrote Frank/Callie, so I'll stick to that. Sorry about that. And yeah last choppy wasn't the best, I had no idea interrogations could last more than one day! *gasps* yeah, I'm not that good with emotional touchy stuff. But I'm trying :) there's a little one in this chapter. The last part of your review made me laugh really hard.

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Uhoh- heh I tried. Like I said my internet connection was being stupid.

Chapter 6: Dancing in the Rain

(Frank/Michael is 11. Joe/Daniel is 10)

Fenton and Laura's eyes brimmed with tears of joy as Dr. Bates beamed at them. They finally had their boys back! They finally had answers! Fenton's eyes narrowed as he recalled the boys' scarring past. This case was personal now, no one hurts Fenton Hardy's kids and gets away with it.

"Would you like me to help explain the genetics to the boys?" Dr. Bates pulled Fenton from his trance and he nodded.

"Just give us a second to tell Gertrude." Laura smiled happily at her husband, and the duo rushed down the hall to Gertrude's first floor bedroom.

They opened the door to find Gertrude pouring over photo albums that were spread across her flowered bedspread.

She looked up as Fenton and Laura entered the room. "Who was at the door?" The prudent woman inquired.

Fenton moved a photo album and sat down next to his sister, he took her hand. "That was Dr. Bates. Gertrude, Frank and Joe are alive!" He told her excitedly. "In fact, they're sitting in our kitchen, enjoying your pie as we speak!"

Gertrude gasped, then broke down into tears of happiness as she clutched a photo to her chest.

The photo was taken on Joe's second Christmas, their last Christmas as a family. Frank had been looking forward to this day for over six months and woke his parents and brother promptly at four in the morning to open presents.

He came into the Hardy's bedroom and jumped on their bed until they got up. Laura had told him to go wake up Gertrude, who had spent the night, while she got Joe. Frank had ran down the stairs and leapt into the guest bed, where his Aunt slept peacefully. "Ok, ok, Frank! I'm up!" She had said briskly. Frank jumped off the bed and ran into the living room.

He stopped dead in awe. The fresh evergreen tree was decorated beautifully in lights, candy canes and ribbons, as well as glass and homemade ornaments. The gold star was placed perfectly at the top of the tree. But Frank was gazing at the base of the tree, which was surrounded by lavishly wrapped presents, and full stockings hanging from the mantle above the lit fireplace.

"Frank, pose with Aunty Gertrude and Joey, in front of the tree for me please." Laura straightened her eldest son's Santa hat pajamas. She handed a still groggy Joe to Gertrude as Frank wrapped his arms around his favorite Aunt. They smiled brightly as the camera flashed.

Gertrude was pulled from her memory by Fenton who was gently squeezing her hand. "Have you told them yet?" She asked softly.

Laura shook her head. "We were going to tell them after we told you."

"Well, let's not waste any more time!" Gertrude chided.

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The elder Hardy's and Dr. Bates joined the young boys at the kitchen table. The boys were still enjoying their pie and even had small pieces of the crust on their small faces.

An awkward silence filled the room. Fenton didn't know where to begin. Or how to break the news.

"This is very good pie, Miss. Hardy." Michael broke the silence hesitantly.

"Thank you, Fr-Michael. But you can call me Gertrude." Their biological aunt said kindly.

Fenton cleared his throat. "Boys, there's something we need to discuss."

He was met by anticipated silence and blank stares.

"This is Dr. Bates, our physician." Fenton introduced the man and he shook each boys hand.

"Well, when I first saw you in that barn on that night," He paused, seeing the boys physically cringe at the memory. "It struck something deep in my heart. You looked so very familiar and I just had to be sure. I asked Doctor Gray to run a DNA test on you both, and the results just came in." He gestured to Dr. Bates, who was sitting next to Fenton. "You remember how we lost our sons all those years back?" The boys nodded. "Well, we found them." Fenton finished smiling.

"So, now that you found your sons, do you not want us anymore?" Daniel asked, not fully understanding.

"No honey, of course not! I don't think you understand. What Fenton is trying to say is-" Gertrude said before being quickly interrupted by Fenton.

"You are our missing sons."

The clatter of forks hitting the hard wood flooring was the only sound to be heard in the house.

"Oh my God." Muttered Daniel after a moment, gazing into his plate as if it might have answers.

"How do you know?" Asked Michael, dumbfounded.

"As Fenton was saying, he asked Dr. Gray to run a DNA sample, and there is direct correlation to Fenton and Laura. It proves that they are your biological parents." Dr. Bates stepped in to explain.

"What we think happened is, Louis was waiting in the woods on July 4th." Fenton continued softly. "And when you went in to get your ball, he grabbed you."

"But, how can that be? That doesn't make any sense! Why? And what if the tests are wrong?" Michael was full of questions.

Dr. Bates scoffed. "I assure you, my boy, they are not."

"So, you're our, our real parents?" Daniel questioned.

"Yes, Daniel. We are." Laura smiled, her eyes brimmed with tears.

"How did you know where to find us?" The blonde boy was willing to accept the news.

"I didn't. It was a call from one of your teachers. She saw one of our missing persons posters and recalled Daniel's eyes. She called police who called me."

"Then, what now?" Michael asked, reality sinking in.

"I guess you should call Mr. Drew and share the news with him. It might help the case." Dr. Bates said to Fenton as he got up to leave. It was out of his hands now.

Gertrude and Laura showed Dr. Bates to the door, and the boys went upstairs to their rooms, while Fenton called Carson Drew.

"What!" The man was in shock. "Yes, yes of course this helps the case! It will be easier for you two to get custody of the boys."

"Fantastic!" Fenton said and said his goodbyes.

Meanwhile

"I don't know how to handle this." Daniel told Michael as they sat on the bed in the elder boys room.

"I guess just go with it" Michael paused, gathering his thoughts. "I think, deep down in our hearts, we knew Louis and Viv were not our real parents. Parents are supposed to love their children, and they didn't love us for a second."

"Mom did." Daniel said quietly. "Before i killed her."

Michael got up from the bed and got down on his knees in front of the bed. "Do not say that. You did not kill her. Louis killed her. He tried to manipulate you in to thinking that so you'd take the blame and not him. He is not our father, he is the man who kidnapped us, abused us, killed his wife and then tried to kill us. You did nothing wrong."

Daniel sniffled. "So, what do we do now?"

"I think we should give the Hardy's a chance. I find it a little hard to believe, but DNA doesn't lie. They are our parents, and Miss. Hardy is our Aunt. Let's put the past behind us and move on with our new lives." Michael said gallantly.

"Sounds good, Michael." Daniel smiled.

Michael scowled. "Those are the names Louis gave us. A big part of moving on would be to go by our birth names." He smiled. "And plus, I think Frank sounds a lot smarter than Michael."

"I think I like Joe better too!" The smaller boy exclaimed.

"Than it's settled. We live out our childhood here, as Frank and Joe Hardy." The boys rushed to tell the Hardy's the good news.

"Hi boys, what's up?" Laura asked, seeing the boys come down the stairs.

"It may take a little getting used to, but we accept the fact that we are your sons." Michael smiled weakly.

Laura and Fenton beamed at them. "That's fantastic, Michael. Thank you."

"We've decided to put our past behind us. And part of that is going by our real names." Michael continued.

Fenton and Laura's smiles widened. "Ok, Frank. That sounds perfect. Why don't you guys get ready for bed, then come back downstairs and watch TV with us for a bit?"

"That sounds nice. See you in a few minutes." Joe said as he and Frank raced up the stairs to put on their pajamas and brush their teeth.

"They're being so mature." Laura commented to Fenton. "Is that normal?"

"I think they just want to forget about the Callaway's and their brains are repressing the memories. It is perfectly normal." He put his arm around his wife and steered her towards the living room, where Mickey Mouse cartoons were playing.

Fenton was in the kitchen getting a beer when he heard the sound of pattering feet coming down the stairs. He headed into the living room and sat on the couch next to Laura.

"Ok, we're-" Joe's excitement died the second he saw the beer bottle in Fenton's hand.

"What's wrong, Joe?" Fenton asked, seeing the color drain from his youngest son's face.

"Whenever Louis drank, he would hurt us." Frank said quietly.

It was Fenton's turn to go pale. "Oh boys, I'm so sorry. I totally forgot." He went to the sink and poured his alcohol down the sink, vowing never to drink again.

After that, the family enjoyed a nice night together. They laughed, joked, watched tv and played games until Frank and Joe fell asleep on the couch.

"They're precious." Gertrude said as she helped the couple carry the children upstairs to their bedrooms.

Once each boy was tucked in, Laura planted a kiss on each of their foreheads. "I'll never let anyone hurt you, I promise."

The adults left the room, turning off the lights and closing the door quietly. Then they turned in for a good nights sleep.

XXXXXXONE WEEK LATERXXXXXXX

The sound of pure terror awoke the Hardy's at approximately two in the morning about one week later. By that time a terrible thunderstorm was showering the house in lightning and rain.

"The boys!" Laura exclaimed.

The couple ran as fast as they could down the hall and into Frank's room, followed quickly by Gertrude. Seeing the bed unoccupied, they raced through the bathroom and flung open the door to Joe's room. The poor boy was on the floor and had his head buried into Frank's chest. His shoulders shook with sobs.

Laura, Fenton and Gertrude rushed to Joe's side. "Sweetie, what's wrong?" Laura was panicking. She tried to put her hand on the quivering boy's shoulder, but he flinched at her touch and shrugged her off.

"Don't touch me. Please." He whispered, his voice full of desperation.

"He had a nightmare, that's all. It's nothing I can't handle." Frank said, his eyes never leaving Joe. "Sorry for waking you, go back to bed."

"Honey, are you sure? We can help." Laura tried to console the boys, but was lead away by Fenton.

"Turn on the lights on your way out." Frank asked. Gertrude flicked the light switch, but nothing happened.

"Power outage." She muttered, and left to find flashlights.

Out in the hallway, Fenton held a crying Laura to his chest. "They need time alone, Sugar. Joe only wants Frank's company right now. We have to respect that."

"I know, It just hurts me to see them like that, and I can't do anything about it." She whispered.

The couple listened through the door as Frank began consoling Joe.

"What was it about?" He asked calmly.

"I saw Mom. Like I did in the church. She was d-dead." The blonde boy was shivering and his pajama top was soaked in a cold sweat.

"Is it the storm?" Frank asked quietly, still holding his brother.

"I guess." Joe mumbled.

"Let's go downstairs. Maybe find something to eat."

Fenton and Laura dashed downstairs as they heard the boys move towards the door. They were sitting on the couch when the boys came down the stairs.

"Everything ok, boys?" Fenton asked, seeing Joe still shaken up.

"Yeah. It's just the storm." Joe responded weakly.

"You know, Joe, rain is Poseidon's tears of joy, the lightning is Zeus' way of target practice, and the thunder? That's their laughter. See, they're playing a game." Fenton retold the story that his father told him.

"Really?" Joe asked, intrigue filling his eyes.

"Yup. And the only way to block out the noise is to dance in the rain." The older man grinned, seeing looks of bewilderment on the boys faces. "So go get dressed! Quickly!"

The boys were stunned, dance in the rain? What did that mean? But they did as they were told and threw on T-shirts and shorts.

"You can't be serious, Fenton! What will the neighbors think?" Gertrude whispered harshly.

"Nonsense." Fenton replied, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

When the boys came back down the stairs, Fenton, Laura and Gertrude were dressed, and had two yellow rain coats for their sons.

The five stepped outside into the pouring rain. It was mid-August so the water was fairly warm. Laura glanced uncertainly at Fenton, but he smiled and took her hand and led her off the safety of the front porch and into the front lawn. Laura continued to give her husband a questioning look as her bed clothes quickly began to become heavy with water. Fenton's smile widened and to her astonishment, started dancing with her.

A loud boom of thunder caused Joe to tremble as lightning lit up the night sky.

"Come on, dance!" Fenton laughed as he kicked some water onto Gertrude's nightgown, trying to lighten the mood.

The woman looked sourly at her brother before taking both boys' hands and dancing.

Giggling, the boys joined hands and spun, until Frank slipped and sent the three splashing into a large puddle.

Fenton and Laura laughed at the trio who were now covered in mud, and dripping wet. Gertrude took a handful of moist dirt and launched it at her brother, relishing in his stunned expression as it hit him in the chest.

Fenton stood in mock surprise, then with a whoop, lunged at his sister. She let out a yell of surprise and shoved him. They both were tumbling around the yard, laughing hysterically.

Laura approached the boys who were playing in the puddle, the three talked in hushed voices.

Fenton stood up and helped Gertrude to her feet. He looked around, trying to find his wife but to his dismay, saw nothing. "Laura! Boys? Where are you?" Panic filled his head as he searched.

Suddenly, something tackled him from his right, Fenton lost his balance, but quickly regained it. Until another force hit him from his left, and someone jumped on his back. The muscular man went down into a mud puddle. He rolled over while Laura was still on his back and she squealed as she was instantly covered in mud. Gertrude was laughing giddily from the sidelines as she watched the happy family.

Family. That wasn't a word she ever expected to use again. She smiled sadly at the quartet still rolling in the mud before heading inside to give them some privacy.

Fenton wrapped an arm around each of his sons shoulders. "I told you storms aren't that bad." The rain was coming to an end and it hadn't thundered in at least ten minutes.

"Let's go inside and dry off." Laura suggested.

"Ok," Joe paused, "Mom."

A little bit of fluff for an end? Ok this time I totally PROMISE next chapter will be the trial. It would help me if someone would help me with it since I don't know anything about law. just PM me. Ok. I hope everyone's having a good summer. Please review! 5 reviews for another chapter!