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Discoveries	By : vinsmouse Category: G through L > Hardy Boys Series Views: 2987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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
- 16
- 17
- 18
Disclaimer: I don't own the Hardy Boys, not making any money, just cheap thrills.
Warnings: Slash, Angst, Violence
Rating: FRT
Discoveries
Chapter 17
It had been ten days since he'd spoken to Vanessa and Biff was once more anxiously checking the mail. She had called him two days after he had contacted her, with the news that she had mailed what he needed and a reminder to keep her up to date on Joe. He'd been checking the mailbox every day for the past five, with no results. He grinned when he saw a small box, post-marked Japan. Finally, he'd be able to find Joe.
"Hey little brother," Frank smiled as his brother's voice came over the line. He wished he could see him in person, but he understood why that wasn't possible. He'd just have to live with it, at least it wouldn't be much longer.
"Frank," Joe grinned. "Everything okay?"
"Better than okay."
"What do you mean?" Joe asked.
"The prosecutor was able to get the trial date moved up. You'll be able to come home sooner than we thought."
"Oh, that's good."
Frank frowned, he didn't like the subdued tone Joe's voice had taken on. "Don't you want to come home Joe?"
Dale had only been listening with half an ear to Joe's end of the conversation. Nevertheless, the change in his lover's voice caught his attention, bringing him into the kitchen where Joe stood, leaning against the counter.
"Of course I do Frank," Joe quickly affirmed. "It's just, well I'm not in any hurry to testify," he admitted, leaning against Dale as he spoke; he was grateful for the support.
Frank felt like smacking himself. "I'm sorry Joe, I should have realized..."
"Don't Frank, you're not a mind reader."
Frank smiled, that was just like Joe. He was always quick to forgive. Frank envied that ability in his little brother. Sensing that Joe could use a change in subject, Frank deftly steered the conversation towards ordinary topics. They talked for a while longer of everyday things, the older boy catching the younger up on what their friends were up to. Too soon for both of them the conversation dwindled to a halt and they were saying their good-byes.
"You okay baby?" Dale softly asked, pulling Joe into his arms.
Joe leaned his head on his lover's shoulder, "Yeah."
Dale wasn't convinced, "You sure?"
Joe smiled, pulling Dale down for a soft kiss. "I'm sure. Like I told Frank, I'm just not in a hurry to testify, but I will. I'm not going to let him get away with what he did to me."
"Good," Dale whispered. In spite of his lover's words, Dale could feel Joe trembling as he held him close. "Come on," he said, pulling away, but keeping his hand wrapped around that of his lover.
"Where are we going?" Joe asked.
"You'll see," Dale winked.
"Dale," Joe playfully whined.
"Joe," Dale returned, his voice holding the same playful whine. Glancing at Joe, he bit back a laugh at the mock pout on the younger man's face. He wondered if his lover had any idea how sexy he was when he did that. Probably, he quickly decided upon spotting the twinkle in Joe's deep blue eyes.
Joe followed Dale, the whole time wondering what he was planning. He had learned, early in their relationship, that he couldn't predict what his lover might come up with next. A couple of minutes after leaving the kitchen, they were stepping into the master bedroom.
"Take your shirt off and lay down so I..."
Joe could see Dale's lips moving, but he had no idea what he was saying, it was as if his hearing had turned off after the first part of the sentence was spoken. Unconsciously, Joe began to shake his head, taking a step away from his taller lover.
Dale saw the panic setting in. Cursing himself for not realizing how Joe might take his words, he quickly moved to block the door. Just in time he stepped into the doorway, grabbing Joe's upper arms as he tried to leave. "Stop it Joe," he firmly ordered, ignoring the desire to simply hold him close while murmuring soothing words in his ear. Soothing could come later, first he had to convince the blond to stop fighting him.
Joe struggled in the larger man's hold for several minutes, but eventually he was forced to accept that he wouldn't break free. Sagging in Dale's arms, he sighed, resigned to accepting whatever his lover wanted.
Dale felt torn between the desire to comfort Joe and the desire to kill Biff Hooper, slowly and painfully. As he could have predicted, giving his younger lover the comfort he needed won out over everything else. "Joe look at me please," he spoke softly, infusing his voice with all of the love he felt for the man in his arms. "Do you trust me?"
"Of cccourse," Joe stuttered.
"Then why are you shaking worse than a toddler confronted with a clown?"
Joe blinked, "A clown?" he asked, the absurdity of the analogy catching him off guard so that he forgot his fear long enough to give Dale the chance to explain.
Dale nodded, "I only want to give you a massage gorgeous."
"A massage?"
"A massage," Dale confirmed. "That's not what you thought was it?" he gently asked.
Joe shook his head, "I'm sorry. I know you'd never hurt me, I don't know why I reacted like that." He dropped his eyes to the floor, seemingly fascinated by the piece of carpet between them.
Dale sighed, "You don't have anything to be sorry for Joe. I should have started off by telling you that I wanted to give you a massage. It's no wonder you misunderstood what I meant."
"Don't," Joe bit out, pulling away from Dale and moving to the other side of the room.
Following after him, Dale stopped, at a signal from Joe, half-way across the room. "Don't what?" he carefully asked.
"Don't make excuses for me."
"I'm not, " came the immediate protest.
Joe shot an incredulous look his way, "Of course you are, but I don't deserve your understanding."
Dale frowned, "Why do you say that?"
"You're kidding? I just treated you like you weren't any better than B...him. How can you say that it's okay to do that to you?" Joe asked, his voice rising. "You've been nothing but good to me from the moment we met. You even forgave the lies I told you, accepting that they were necessary for the job, and this is how I repay you? Acting like you were going to tie me to the bed and... God," Joe moaned, wrapping his arms around himself, "how can you be okay with me treating you like you're going to do the same thing he did?"
Dale ached to take Joe in his arms, to comfort him, but he forced himself to wait. "Because I love you and I know you don't really think I'm going to hurt you. I'd be more worried if you weren't reacting like that."
Joe looked up at that, "What do you mean?"
"You were put through hell by somebody you had thought, only a few days before this, was your friend. Your best friend from what you've told me?"
Joe nodded, admitting the truth of Dale's words.
"It doesn't take a shrink to know you're going to be upset for a while, afraid of people getting too close, even me and your family. If you were acting like you did before the kidnapping I'd be thinking there was something wrong with you."
"But I've always been able to bounce back before," Joe protested, referring to the many times he'd been kidnapped by enemies of both him and his father.
Dale sighed, silently asking for the right words from whatever deity was listening. "How many of those people were your friends?" He took a step forward, moving closer to Joe, smiling in relief when his lover made no effort to stop him. "You have every right to take however long you need to recover, please believe that baby."
"I don't want you to get tired of waiting," Joe admitted in a barely audible voice.
He didn't wait for an invitation this time, rushing forward, he closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around Joe and holding him close. "I love you Joe, I could never get tired of waiting for you."
Joe shuddered, burying himself in his lover's embrace. "What if I never get past it?"
"You will," Dale assured him.
"But what if I don't?" Joe persisted.
"Then I'll still love you."
Joe drew back enough to look Dale in the eye, he gasped in surprise at what he saw. "You really mean that, don't you?"
Dale nodded. "When I said I love you Joseph Hardy, that included all of you baby, the good, the bad, and well can't see there ever being any ugly, but that too." As he'd hoped, the last part of his declaration brought a small laugh from his lover. "How about that massage now?"
"Yeah," Joe sighed, offering the older boy a small smile. He didn't know how he had gotten so lucky, and as Dale led him to the bed, he silently promised them both that he would find a way past this. He wouldn't let the actions of his former friend ruin his future with the man he loved.
Biff waited impatiently for the lights at the Hardy house to go out; forcing himself to wait another thirty minutes after that. Finally satisfied that the family was asleep, he quietly crept up to the van Frank shared with his brother. He was aware that the black van had a state of the art alarm system, and he was prepared for that. As he slipped the tracking device under the back bumper, he smashed the back window with a crow bar, before running for the bushes in the backyard of a nearby house. From his hiding place, he watched as Frank and his father came running outside, cautiously scanning the yard and surrounding areas for any threat before moving past the porch. He could hear them talking and as he had hoped, when they saw the broken glass they assumed it was a simple attempt to break into the van, perhaps to steal it. Mr. Hardy sent Frank inside to call the police, neither of them even thinking to look for a tracking device. "Soon Joe, soon we'll be together and nobody will ever take you from me again," he whispered his promise into the dark night.
The alarm was turned off and neighbors began to spill from their houses, curiosity overcoming fear now that they were sure any threat was gone. As the crowd grew, Biff used the opportunity to slip away, the only witness to his passage, a large tomcat perched on a nearby fencepost.
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