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Disclaimer: I don't own The Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Chapter List
- 1-Discoveries
- 2-Two
- 3-three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 12
- 13
- 14
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Violence
Rating: FRT
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Chapter 13
A soft beeping was the first thing he became aware of, the next being the feel of a strong arm laid across his stomach. He smiled, the sound he'd heard must be Dale's alarm going off. Joe moved to turn off the alarm; the chain on his wrist made a clinking noise as it stopped his movement. "No," he whispered as memories rushed back. "Please God, help me." Instinctively he shifted, desperately wanting Biff's arm removed from his body.
"Anxious darling?" Biff whispered, a small smile crossing his face. "It won't be long I promise, but we have to wait for the right moment. I want our first time to be special, something you'll always remember." As he spoke, his hands moved gently over Joe's body, caressing and teasing him.
"Get your hands off of me," Joe growled. The feel of the other man's hands on him, touching him as if they were lovers, sickened him.
"You don't mean that Joe," Biff protested.
"I damn well do mean it."
"Why are you acting this way darling? I know you love me."
Joe glared at the other blond. "I hate you Biff! I love Dale, not you."
Biff sighed, "Please don't say that Joe," he plead. "I don't want to have to punish you again, but I will."
Joe paled, the thought of being whipped again brought the pain he felt to the forefront. "No, don't punish me," he whispered.
"I won't, but you can't love Dale."
Joe swallowed hard. He told himself if he couldn't escape, he'd never make it back to Dale. It didn't help; deep inside he knew it was the fear that drove him to cooperate. "I won't," he softly agreed.
"You have to love me," Biff continued. "We were meant to be together Joe, you see that don't you?"
"I see it Biff," he quietly answered, though he couldn't look the other man in the eye. "I'm not ready to be with you though, could we wait?"
"You're just nervous Joe, you'll enjoy it, I promise." Leaning over, Biff pressed his lips against Joe's.
He couldn't do it. Joe turned his head away, ending the kiss before it had really began.
Biff's eyes darkened with anger. Grabbing Joe's chin, he twisted his head towards him. "You don't see it do you Joe? You still want him," he growled.
"No, that's not it Biff, I'm just not ready..."
Biff cut him off, "Well you better get ready, because we will be together. I will make you mine," he vowed.
"How close are we?" Dale asked.
"Not far," Frank replied, letting his father concentrate on the road. "We should get there just before sunrise."
Dale glanced at the sky, if he was judging it right, they should be there within the next thirty minutes. He just hoped they would get there before it was too late. It amazed him that Joe, in only a few short months, had so completely claimed his heart. He couldn't lose Joe. He would never survive, wouldn't want to survive, if he lost his lover. As he silently prayed that they would reach Joe before it was too late, he was vowing that if Joe were gone, Biff would be die as slowly and painfully as he could manage.
Fenton pulled off the road and parked when they were still half a mile from the cabin. "We'll walk from here," he announced, mostly for Dale's benefit. He knew Frank would have already realized why he was parking. "Frank, make sure you bring the first aid kit." Checking his gun, he made sure he had a full clip. He hoped it wouldn't be necessary to shoot Biff. Fenton had never liked shooting, possibly killing, any of the men and women he'd brought to justice over the years; this time was even worse. Closing the car door, he silently led the way towards the cabin.
"It's time darling," Biff softly spoke next to Joe's ear. "The sun will be up soon," he continued as he reached for a jar of vaseline.
"No, please Biff...I'm not ready," Joe plead as he struggled uselessly against the chains.
"Shhh, you're just nervous Joe, that's all. You'll enjoy it, I promise," Biff soothed. Moving his fingers lower, he kept his gaze focused on Joe. He wanted to watch his love's face through each second of their first time together.
"No, no, no," Joe whispered like a mantra. He felt fingers brushing against him and then...pain, wringing a cry from his lips.
Sound carried well in the quiet woods; thirty yards from the cabin, they heard a cry of pain. Exchanging frightened glances, the three men took off at a run for the small building.
"Yes," Biff hissed, desire rushing through him like an all consuming fire. Shifting, he moved between Joe's outstretched legs. "Look out the window darling, watch the sun rise over the horizon as I claim you," he softly spoke.
Joe violently shook his head, this couldn't be happening. Unable to stop Biff, with no escape in sight, he protected himself the only way he could; he fled into his mind, hiding from the horror of reality.
Dale was the first one through the door. For one horrified moment, he stared at the scene in front of him. With a cry of rage he rushed forward, knocking Biff off the bed. "You son of a bitch," he growled as he pummeled the younger man with his fists.
Biff closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he began to move forward. Before he could complete the move, something shoved him off the bed, away from Joe. Stunned, he looked up into the furious eyes of Dale Morris. Biff had always thought himself tough, had been in his share of fights; he was no match for the enraged man pinning him to the floor.
"Oh god," Frank whispered as he took in the damage done to his brother. "Joe." He stepped closer to the bed, growing more horrified the closer he got. He was oblivious to the fight on the other side of the room as his father attempted to pull Dale away from Biff. Staring at his baby brother, he wanted to scream at his dad to let the other man do what he wanted with their former friend. How could anybody, especially a friend, do this to another human being?
Sitting down next to his brother, he reached out to brush his hair from his forehead. "Joe," he called again. No answer was forthcoming. Thinking maybe Joe was unconscious, he gently grasped his chin, turning his head towards him. Stunned, he felt his heart breaking as he took in the empty stare aimed his way, knowing his brother didn't see him.
Forgetting about his desire to see Biff pay, he turned towards the other three men. He was just in time to see his father succeed in pulling Dale away while he cuffed Biff. "Dad...Joe, he..." Frank trailed off uncertainly.
Moving as one, Dale and Fenton left Biff lying on the floor. Both men stared at Joe, horrified at what they were seeing.
"What did he do to him?" Fenton softly asked.
Frank looked up, all too familiar with the horrified tone of his father's voice. "I'm not sure but it's bad." He glanced away, unable to meet his father's eyes. "Oh no," he cried out.
"What?" Fenton asked, confused by his son's outburst.
"There's a," Frank swallowed around the lump in his throat, "jar of vaseline."
Fenton's agile mind immediately made the connection. "No, please God no."
"He didn't rape him," Dale quietly came out of his shocked stupor. Sitting on the bed, he lovingly stroked Joe's cheek. "I knocked him away from Joe before he could," he explained.
"We need to find the keys to unlock these chains."
"Hold it right there," a voice called from behind them, catching them by surprise.
Slowly turning to face the new threat, Fenton let out a relieved sigh when he saw who it was. "Sheriff, I'm Fenton Hardy," he introduced himself.
"You're the one that needed back-up?" the sheriff asked suspiciously.
"That's right, did Chief Collig tell you everything?"
"He did," Sheriff Enright replied. "I'll need to see some I.D.."
"Of course." Very slowly, Fenton reached for his wallet, holding it out to the local sheriff.
Enright looked it over carefully, comparing the picture on the card to the man standing in front of him. Nodding, he handed the card back to the detective as he holstered his gun. "This is Sheriff Enright, we need an ambulance," he called into his radio.
Fenton ignored the sheriff's conversation, as he began to search for the key that would free his son from the chains. It didn't take him long to find it, resting in the pocket of Biff's discarded jeans.
"No! You can't take him, he's mine," Biff protested, coming out of his daze as they carried Joe from the cabin a short time later.
The sheriff shook his head, disgusted with the young man who lay on the floor of the cabin. Grabbing his arm, he jerked him to his feet, leading him from the building.
Dale rode in the ambulance with Joe while Fenton and Frank followed behind in the car. Fenton knew he needed to call Laura, but not yet. He wanted to wait until they knew more about Joe's condition. Arriving at the hospital, it took him a moment to find a parking space. By the time he and Frank made it into the emergency room, Joe had been taken to the back. They saw Dale, sitting dejectedly in one of the uncomfortable chairs, his head resting in his hands.
"Dale, how are you doing?" Fenton asked as he sat beside him.
"I'm fine," Dale snapped. He sighed, it wasn't fair to take his fear and guilt out on Joe's dad. "I'm sorry, just worried."
"It's okay," Fenton assured him. Tentatively he laid a hand on the younger man's back, when Dale didn't pull away, he began to rub soothing circles on his back. "It's not your fault, you know that, right?"
"I should have been watching closer. If I had then Joe wouldn't have gone through this."
"Dad's right Dale," Frank spoke from his other side. "This isn't your fault. The only one to blame is Biff Hooper."
Frank spoke with such surety that Dale found himself believing the brunette's words. "I don't understand why he did that to Joe. How could he?"
"I don't know," came the quiet answer.
"He never said a word in the ambulance," Dale quietly told them. "I don't think he even knew where he was."
"Shock," Fenton said. "I'm sure that's all it is," he assured both of the young men beside him. Silently, he wondered if he was right. He'd dealt with enough victims to know that Joe's state of mind might be more then shock and that he might never come out of it.
"We need to call Mom," Frank said.
"I will, but I want to wait until we talk to the doctor."
Nothing more was said as the three worried men waited for news. It took less time than they had expected for the doctor to come out from the exam area. "For Joe Hardy?"
"I'm his father," Fenton quickly stepped forward. "This is his brother Frank and his friend Dale Morris," he introduced. "How is Joe?" he anxiously asked.
"I'm Dr. Milton," the gray haired doctor introduced himself. "Physically he'll make a full recovery Mr. Hardy," the doctor assured him.
"Physically?" Dale questioned.
"Yes, unfortunately at the moment he's in a catatonic state. I can't predict when, or if, he'll come out of it." Though he broke the news as gently as he could, it didn't prevent the three men before him from paling significantly.
"What exactly are his injuries?" Fenton asked.
"He has a large number of cuts and welts from being whipped, severe first degree burns over his chest and genitals as well as large areas of abrading."
"Jesus," Dale whispered.
"Was he raped?" Fenton bluntly asked.
"No, though he was penetrated by something. Judging by the marks I found, I would guess fingers." Dr. Milton paused, giving them the chance to take in all he'd told them. "I know you're probably anxious to see Joe, but it'll be a little while before he's in a room."
Fenton nodded, "Do you know what room he'll be in?"
"They can tell you at the admitting desk. The cafeteria is open if you'd like to get something to eat while you're waiting."
"Thank you doctor," Fenton acknowledged. Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Frank and Dale. "He's going to be okay, you'll see," he assured them. "Joe is too strong to let this beat him, he will come back to us."
Dale nodded, the firm conviction in the older man's words convincing him that there was hope. He knew, though, that as long as there was breath in his body he would never give up hope that Joe would fully recover.
"You boys go get something to eat, I'm going to call Laura."
"We can wait for you Dad," Frank offered.
"No, you go on Frank, I'll be there soon." He waited for the younger men to leave before he walked outside. Opening his cell phone, he dialed the number. "Laura honey, we found him, he's alive."
"Thank God," Laura breathed. Legs weak with relief, she collapsed into a nearby chair. "How bad is he hurt? What did Larson do to him?"
Fenton sighed, he'd forgotten that Laura didn't know about the recent developments. "It wasn't Larson," he began. As succinctly as possible, he explained the turn in events, telling her all he knew.
"Biff? My God Fenton, why would he do something like this to Joe? He was his best friend, how could he hurt him like that?" Laura was horrified. She could well imagine how much worse the torture must have been for Joe, knowing that it was coming from the hands of a friend.
Fenton sighed, "I'm not sure honey."
Laura nodded, forgetting that Fenton couldn't see her. "I'll be there as soon as I can," she told him. Her tone making it clear that she wouldn't listen to any arguments from her husband.
"Have Jack Wayne fly you up, it'll be faster and easier."
"Okay," Laura readily agreed, anxious to be with her baby. "I'll see you soon love," she softly said.
"I love you Laura," Fenton responded. Saying his good-byes, he ended the call and headed for the hospital cafeteria.
Exactly thirty minutes after speaking to Dr. Milton, Dale pushed open the door to Joe's hospital room, followed closely by his lover's dad and brother. Silently he slid into a chair next to the bed and picked up Joe's hand. He barely noticed the Hardy's as they took up position on the other side of the bed.
"You're safe now Joe," he softly spoke in his lover's ear. He couldn't help feeling disappointed at the lack of response. "I love you baby, please come back to me," he plead. He didn't no how long he continued to plead with his lover, never getting a response. Unaware that the Hardy's had left the room, he lay his head down on the mattress next to Joe's head, keeping a light grip on the younger man's hand. As he silently prayed to a God he wasn't sure was there, he didn't notice the return of Frank and Fenton, nor the light blanket Joe's brother laid over his back.
"He's going to be okay, isn't he Dad?" Frank whispered. His eyes never left his brother as he resumed his vigil.
"He will," Fenton promised, even as he prayed it wasn't a lie.

A/N: I have splashed boiling water on myself. It is possible, if the water is distributed over a large area in a quick way such as was done to Joe, to receive only severe first degree burns.
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