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

Bo* still on the ground looked on in shock at what just happened. How could Clark toss him like a rag doll 30 feet away? He then quickly stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes subconsciously as he walked towards Jonathan and Clark.

“What the hell are you?” Bo* asked about 10 feet from them.

“Don’t ever touch him again,” Clark warned stepping forward, but then pulled back by Jonathan.

“Clark it’s ok, Bo* if you just calm down I’ll explain,” he said looking at Clark, “we’ll explain,” Jonathan took a step towards Bo*.

“No.” Bo* said, “Just stay the hell away…don’t get near me, just stay the hell away, you and your freak of a son,” Bo* put his hand up, “the rocks… they hurt him because he isn’t normal,” Bo* said starting to put together the pieces, “the cave, what is he? Do the others know he’s some freak?”

“I’m not a freak, you’re the freak, always trying to hurt others that seem to care about you though god knows why anyone would care about you, you’re crazy, unpredictable and that’s why no one told you about me” Clark told him.

“If I had known I would have made sure I brought the General back home with the trunk full of those rocks,” Bo* said walking away, “go back to Smallville where you belong, and out of Hazzard,” Bo* said walking off angry towards the car, “get your own damn ride out of here,” he added.

Bo* was angry, angry that his cousins, his uncle, everyone lied to him and kept this secret from him, this secret about Clark being some freak of nature…. and he was about to express his feelings.

Bo* sped straight to the farm ignoring every possible traffic sign from the cemetery to the farm. The car swerved left and right numerous times to avoid stray dogs, and even roaming cattle that seemed to have gotten too far from their grazing fields. Nothing was going to slow him down, and nothing did until he hit the brakes as he screeched up to the house. He was even more pissed off to find no one home.

Back at the cemetery Clark stood his face now looking away from his dad, he didn’t know what to say to him.

“Clark,” Jonathan called out, “look at me son.”

Clark sighed and turned around slowly, “Dad…”

“Don’t say anything Clark,” Jonathan walked up to him and grabbed him into a tight death grip hug as his eyes swelled up with tears, “I’m sorry Clark, I’m so sorry, I can’t excuse what I did, and I’ll never forgive myself for the way I acted that day, I didn’t… I was… I miss her so much,” Jonathan cried.

Clark was hugging his dad back as tight as Jonathan, “Me too dad, I didn’t want to miss her, that’s why I did it, I didn’t want to feel anything, I didn’t want to miss her,” Clark cried, “and now I do, and it hurts more than anything, I’ve never been hurt, I can’t feel pain, but I feel this and it’s like someone’s stabbing me in the heart, It’s like I can’t breathe.”

“I know son, I know,” Jonathan sobbed, “your mother was our life.”

Back at the house Bo* sitting on the couch when Luke* walked in, Bo* looked up with an ice cold stare on his face.

“Bo…” Luke* looked around for any sign that Jonathan was there.

“Where are the others,” Bo* asked.

“What did you do to your dad Bo*,” Luke* asked.

“Don’t call him my dad Luke*,” Bo* said standing up as the others walked in, “glad you can make it,” Bo* said walking around behind the couch.

“Bo*, where’s Jonathan,” Luke asked walking into the house.

“You’re just in time Uncle Luke,” Bo* said picking up a baseball bat from behind the couch.

“Put the bat down Bo*,” Jesse said, “don’t do something stupid.

“Don’t do nothing stupid?” Bo* snickered, “like this you mean?” Bo* said smashing the bat into a family portrait of him, the boys, and Luke, “how about this!” Bo* shouted slamming it into a picture of him and his uncle. Then he smashed a picture of Jesse, Daisy, and Enos, “how’s this?” he said slamming the bat into a picture of Luke and John.

“Bo* Aaron Duke put that bat down now!” Luke shouted slamming his fist down onto a low book shelf. Luke never used Bo’s full name, but he had enough, “I’m sorry for everything you think we put you through with Jonathan, and I’m sorry you feel like a victim, but it’s stop here, right now!” Luke shouted at him walking up to him and yanking the bat out of his hand, “where is Jonathan.”

“With his freak of a son,” Bo* said looking Luke in the eyes, “yeah I know, I know he’s a freak of nature, a freak who gets sick with those rocks, a freak that YOU ALL KNEW ABOUT! A FREAK YOU DIDN’T TELL ME ABOUT!” Bo* said pushing Luke back towards the wall where the bedrooms were.

At the sight of Bo* pushing Luke away John leaped over the couch where Bo* stood and went at him.

“Don’t!” Luke said gaining his balance and rushing to separate them, with Jesse and Luke* running towards them too.

John got in a punch to Bo’s* right cheek before Luke got in between them, and Jesse held John back while Luke* held Bo* back, or at least tried to.

“Let go of me!” Bo* said pulling away from Luke*, “how could you all lie to me, keep that from me, he tossed me 30 feet! He’s not right, he’s not human, and what the hell else can he do? WHAT ELSE HAVE YOU LIED TO ME ABOUT?!” Bo* yelled at them.

“That you’re a selfish bastard,” Clark said as he and Jonathan walked into the house.

“Get the hell out of here,” Bo* said walking towards Clark.

“Or what?” Clark asked.

“Clark don’t son, just leave him be,” Jonathan said.

“No, I’m sick and tired of his attitude,” Clark said looking Bo* in the eyes.

“And I’m sick of you and your father,” Bo* said throwing a punch at Clark’s face, but Clark ducked and then picked up Bo* on his way back up and tossed him out the front living room window, glass shattering and flying everywhere.