A Home In Hazzard?
Part 3 in the Dukesville Series (a Dukes of Hazzard / Smallville Crossover)

Bo* stormed over to where Luke* was standing, on the other side of the highway a few feet in from the road.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” Bo* said getting into Luke’s* face, “because I am getting sick and tired of this. You either trust me, or you don’t! I’m not some fucking baby for you to monitor what I do and say, and where I do and don’t go!”

“It’s not about whether I trust you or not Bo*!” Luke* finally shouted at him, “and I can’t explain to you, or tell you why we came to get Clark without you, other than the obvious, which is YOU – DO – NOT – LIKE – HIM!”

“John and Jesse, what the hell is that shit then! They NEVER once look to you before doing something I told them, now they both need your damn approval!” Bo* was getting more and more agitated.

“It’s because of Clark, you don’t think right when it comes to him or you… Jonathan,” Luke* sighed.

“Bullshit, enough of ‘this is about Clark’ shit, you want to treat me like some psycho, fine, I’ll act like one,” Bo* shoved Luke and headed back to the cars.

“Bo*, just wait,” Luke* went after him, picking up speed as he realized Bo* was running to the General.

“Get the fuck out of my way,” Bo* said shoving John who had started to get into the driver side, because he had seen Bo* heading to the General and decided maybe he should get in, just in case Bo* was doing what he thought, and he was.

“Go with your saint of a cousin, I’m out of here,” Bo* said putting the car in reverse and hitting the gas. Luke* trying to stop him got in front of the General.

“Bo* stop! You can’t take the car like this, you’re to pissed off, your gonna…” again Luke* stopped what he was about to say, and again it was too late. It was like pushing the nail in the coffin.

Bo* put the car in drive, and hit the gas, Luke* barley jumping out of the way. They watched the smoke clear from the tires, and watched Bo* drive off.

“That went well,” Jesse said.

“Get in, take that rock out of Clark’s shirt,” Luke* said getting into the driver side of the car they had borrowed from Cooter.

“I already did, just holding it near him,” Jesse replied, who was in the backseat with Clark.

John got into the passenger side and they took off.

When Bo* got to the Duke farm, he screeched in and jumped out the window. No one seemed to be there, he knew he’d beaten the others back since he drove double the speed limit most of the way back, but he thought his uncle would be there.

“Uncle Luke,” Bo* called out stepping into the kitchen.

“He’s… not here,” Jonathan said stepping out of the living room into the kitchen. He was shaved, dressed, and look like he had finally showered.

“He left you alone?” Bo* asked.

“I was sleeping, I guess he didn’t think I’d get up,” Jonathan replied.

“Why are you up?” Bo* asked, still standing on the side of the table, near the door, as far as Jonathan as possible.

“I don’t know really,” Jonathan replied, “but now that I am… can we talk?”

“About?”

“You, me, Clark.”

“Then no.”

“Just hear me out,” Jonathan sat down on the chair nearest the living room, Uncle Jesse’s chair.

“I haven’t thanked you for saving Clark,” Jonathan began, “and I haven’t told you that I’m sorry if I hurt your ma.”

“Don’t talk about my mom,” Bo* warned, “you got no right to even think of her,” he slammed his fist onto the table.

Jonathan put his hand up, giving Bo a stop motion, “just hear me out.”

Bo* reluctantly sat down… on the opposite end of where Jonathan was sitting.

“I cared about your mother, I loved her, if I hadn’t left I’d have married her,” Jonathan said, “but I did. I can’t say that I regret it, because I wouldn’t have met Martha, or adopted Clark, but I do regret that I let my mother’s fears control me, and keep me from coming back, to visit, to find out about you, to set things right with your ma.”

Bo* just stared at Jonathan with cold eyes.

“When I left, I thought your mom understood, I thought we parted on good terms, I thought it was mutual. I told her she could come with me, but she wouldn’t. I told her we could continue to be together, but she didn’t want that. She said it was best we broke it off then and there; I thought we both understood each other. I knew there would be hurt and pain from breaking up, but I didn’t know she really didn’t feel the same about breaking up,” Jonathan explained, “for her to not want anyone to tell me about you, I know I hurt her more than I ever knew, more then I could imagine.”

“Don’t tell me, tell her,” Bo* said getting up and heading to the door.

Jonathan sat there and watched Bo* about to leave, but then Bo turned back and looked at him.

“Come on,” Bo* told him.

Jonathan for a moment wasn’t sure about going, or what Bo* was up to, but he didn’t care. He got up and followed Bo* out the door.