Crash and Burn Chapter 2: The Call, a hardy boys/nancy drew fanfic

So I hear y'all wanted to hear a little bit about the call…thanks to my reviewers:

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D'Angelo's Song

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So here it is…

Nancy lay stretched across her bed watching as the rain ran down the darkening windowpane, wondering if she should call him. She unfolded the now creased paper and somewhat rumple sheet of paper and read the words that weren't starting to fade even though she must have read it a thousand times in the two weeks since she last saw Frank:

Nan-

When you feel all alone,
And the world has turned its back on you,
Give me a moment please to tame your wild, wild heart.
I know you feel like the walls are closing in on you,
It's hard to find relief and people can be so cold,
When darkness is upon your door and you feel like you can't take anymore,

Let me be the one you call,
If you jump I'll break your fall,
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night.
If you need to fall apart,
I can mend a broken heart,
If you need to crash, then crash and burn,
You're not alone.

When you feel all alone,
And a loyal friend is hard to find,
You're caught in a one way street,
With the monsters in your head,
When hopes and dreams are far away and
You feel like you can't face the day,

'Cause there has always been heartache and pain,
And when it's over you'll breathe again,
You'll breath again.

When you feel all alone,
And the world has turned its back on you,
Give me a moment please,
To tame your wild, wild heart.

-Frank

She felt alone…and she desperately wanted to hear Franks voice. She wanted to hear him talk just to fill the suppressive empty space, she wanted to forget about the last six months, and she sighed. She didn't dare admit what else she wanted.

So she dialed.

And waited silently for someone to pick up at the other end of the line.

And prayed it would be Frank.

And knew it would be okay if it was Joe, he would at least make her laugh.

And was about to hang up when there came the breathless voice of one Frank Hardy, "Hello?"

"Hi Frank, it's me…can you talk?" Nancy swallowed, determined not to burst into tears.

Unknown to her, Frank's smile was a mile wide as he plopped down on his bed, glad he had run to the phone in he and Joe's bedroom rather than the one in the hall, "For you I sure can. Whatcha need?"

"I just wanted to talk." Frank though her voice sounded very small, very lost, and very un-Nancy-like.

"About It or about something else?" Frank asked.

"Tell me about your new case…you do have one, right?" She smiled lightly at the other end of the line, Frank could sense it.

He laughed, "You know me to well. Well, we were hired by a man named Andrew Malone who wants us to find a 1966 Corvette of all things…"

Nancy smiled as Frank explained all the details of the case with his familiar logic. It was nice just to listen to him talk.

As night slowly fell, Nancy's comments and questions slowed to a trickle then stopped. Frank could just make out soft breathing at the other end of the line.

What he didn't know was that the girl lay with the phone cradled between her arm and her pillow, with the note clasped tightly in her other hand, sleeping and dreaming peacefully for the first time in months.

He smiled, "Nan?" he asked quietly. When there was no reply, he smiled, hoping that he had been able to give her what she needed, "Sleep tight Nan; just remember you can call me anytime," he whispered then hung up the phone gently.

Frank flopped back on his bed, but for once his mind wasn't filled with the facts and questions of his most recent case. It was filled with a certain girl detective that had somehow managed to steal his heart right out from under his nose.

The end! :) Short but sweet…hope it wasn't too confusing and y'all liked it!

~Agent Striker