Title: Changes

Rating: PG-13

Author: Mac (col_sarah_mackenzie@yahoo.com)

Disclaimers: Nancy Drew, the Hardy Boys, and all related characters are property of Carolyn Keene and Franklin W. Dixon.

Notes: I have to warn you, this fanfic isn't Ned friendly. In fact, he is so very much OOC in this fic that he could be a completely different person.


"Nan, telephone!" George called. Nancy walked over to her friend, who seemed a little confused. "It's Ned," she mouthed.

Nancy nodded, eyes wide, as she took the phone. The first man she had ever loved and the first man who had ever dumped her. What could he possibly want?


"Hi, Nan. I know this is late notice, but I was wondering if I could see you tonight."

"From the way you acted, I got the impression you wanted nothing to do with me," she replied.

Ned sighed. "I didn't mean it that way... Look, this would be better if I explained it in person."

"I can't tonight, I have plans."

"Oh," Ned answered, sounding a little disappointed. "Maybe another night then. Bye, Nancy."

Nancy started at the phone before placing it back on it's cradle. "Nancy? Earth to Nancy?"

Nancy shook her head. "Huh? Oh sorry, George."

"What was that all about?" she asked, sitting cross-legged on the couch.

Nancy joined her. "He wants to meet somewhere and talk."


Nancy shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. I haven't seen him in about a year."

"Maybe he wants to get back together," her friend suggested.

"Maybe." Nancy replied, "But then he'd be too late."

"So you really think Frank is going to propose tonight?"

"I do!"

Just then, Bess rushed into the apartment. "Joe Hardy asked me out on a date!"

George and Nancy grinned. "Finally!"

"Be quiet," Bess said. "And, Nan, you shouldn't be talking."

"I know. I know. Of course, if Ned had broken it off sooner or told me how much of what I did bothered him, I would have been able to."

George patted her shoulder. "Speaking of Ned... Bess, he called about 5 minutes ago."

"What?" she exclaimed, sitting down. "Details, please!"


Nancy and Frank were finishing dinner at a wonderful French restaurant when Nancy mentioned Ned's call. "Really, what did he want?"

"He wants to talk, he didn't say what about. However," Nancy said, taking Frank's hand, "I was quite busy this evening so I couldn't go."

Frank smiled. "Is that so?"

"It is."

"I love you, Nan."

"I love you too." She took a sip of her wine. "So where are we headed next?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out."

Nancy laughed. "YOu sould like a little kid."

"I feel like one."


From across the restaurant, he seethed. How dare he take her away from him! Frank Hardy was going to pay. The man took care of his bill, then went outside for his opportunity...


The couple walked hand in hand to the park next to the restaurant. The moon was shining brightly above the lake. "Nan," Frank said.


He stared into her crystal blue eyes. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Frank leaned in to kiss her lips. "I love you," he whispered.

Nancy knew in her heart they would be together forever just by that kiss. Or, so she thought... She heard a loud 'ping' and suddenly Frank was falling to his knees.

"Frank!" she cried, guiding him to the ground. She felt wetness on his back and brought her hand around. It was blood! "Frank! Answer me!"

Frank gritted his teeth against the pain. "Are you all right, Nan?"

"Of course, I am! I'm not the one who's been shot, remember?" she exclaimed through tears.

"Go, Nancy! Whoever shot me could still be out there!"

"You're delirious if you think I'm going to leave you. Now, where's your cell phone?"

"Back...pocket," Frank gasped.

She quickly grabbed it and dialed 911. She explained the situation, hung up, and returned her attention back to Frank. She shivered as she glanced down at her white jacket, it was soaked in Frank's blood.

"Frank, are you still with me?"

"Always, Nan."

"The ambulance should be here soon. Just hang on."

Frank nodded slowly. "For you," he whispered.