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| SamwiseAtHeart | Fri Oct 6, 2006 4:52 pm Post #41 |
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I'm glad too. Now I'm happy ot announce I got another chapter done
:D Enjoy --------------------------- Chapter 17 That night at the Duke farm, there was a wonderful celebration. Friends and neighbors all came over to welcome Bo home and to also congratulate him and Luke on winning the demolition derby. Clark was amazed at how many people came that knew his father. Older men a little younger than Uncle Jesse, guys his dad’s age, and also a bunch of women all came to see (and flirt) with Bo. Clark sat in the living room with his cousins. “Hey, Mark? Why are there so many ladies looking at my dad like that?” The younger sapphire eyed cousin put his hand on his older cousin’s shoulder. “Clark, I’ve heard stories that your dad was once a lady’s man, and dated every girl in Hazzard before your mom found him. I bet them ladies’re some of them girls he dated way back when. I bet they’re hopin’ that your dad ain’t married. They’re in for a surprise though.” Clark chuckled. “Yeah they sure are. He’s definitely married. My mom will make sure they know it too.” Those said single ladies actually did wonder if Bo had ever settled down. They came to see if they could catch that Duke boy who had been gone for so long. They came by to flirt with Bo. But they were sorely disappointed when Mindy Sue stayed at the handsome blonde’s side, showing that she was his, or maybe it was the other way around. That he was hers. In any case and much to their disappointment, the ladies found out that Bo Duke was not on the market. Jonathan and Martha loved seeing everyone again. It was a wonderful reunion for the both of them. All their friends from their child and young adulthood somehow made an appearance. It was a wonderful gathering of friends and family. This celebration went on past evening and into the night. At midnight, Jesse Duke called a halt on the party and sent everyone home. He knew that everyone was excited, but they also needed to go to bed since in the morning they’d all be attending church, and it ain’t respectful to the Lord if the entire congregation was asleep during the preacher’s sermon. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Early that Sabbath morning Jesse Duke’s internal alarm clock woke him up to the sounds of birds and a soft breeze coming from the window. He tuned an ear out the door and heard that nobody was up yet. Jesse got out of bed and looked out the window and saw the rays of sunshine piercing the clouds creating the most beautiful sunrise he had ever seen. The Duke patriarch closed his eyes and said a silent prayer of thanks for the day, that he was still alive, and most importantly that all his family was together once again. The elderly Duke stood at the window side for quite a while in quiet contemplation. Jesse thought over the last week, and the last couple days. He figured that Bo’s homecoming was the happiest he’d ever felt in sixteen years. Yes Daisy’s and Luke’s weddings were happy occasions but they were missing one very important element. One blonde haired blue eyed Duke. Jesse closed his eyes and sighed and thought that it would once again be sad to see Bo go when this week was over. Suddenly the old man’s eyes popped open and a smile crossed his features. He had an idea. “Maybe I could get them to stay...” On that thought, Jesse stood up and took on his paternal duty of waking up the rest of the household… his loved ones. Waking his family was the one thing that he loved to do the most. It gave the clan patriarch the time to reflect on each and every one of his family and see them when they’re most peaceful. With the help of Jesse’s wake up calls, soon the calm serenity of the morning was broken by the hustle and bustle of the family getting into their Sunday clothes, doing morning chores, and making and eating breakfast. Soon enough the entire Duke clan, the Kents, and the rest of the town of Hazzard (except two angry fellas who had gone back to their spying place behind the Duke barn) was sitting in the chapel, awake thanks to Uncle Jesse, and worshipping the Lord with a sermon on love and family. Taking his attention away from the pastor, Jesse gazed across the pew he was in and saw all the people he loved sitting there. He felt so blessed that the Good Lord had allowed him to live to see this day. Jesse focused his gaze on his youngest nephew and his wife and son. Jonathan had one arm wrapped snugly around Martha, and the other around Clark. He smiled when he saw Mindy Sue snuggle down into Bo’s arm. Dang Bo picked a good one. Jesse suppressed a chuckle and then turned his attention back on the sermon. When the service was over, all the Dukes were in high spirits. They piled into the family cars and went back to the farm to spend the day doing just what was taught, to be together as a family and love each other. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Monday morning Clark woke with a start when a pillow landed forcefully on his face. From the sound of mumbles on the other side of the room, it looked like Mark had been awoken in the same manner. Two giggles could be heard from the door to the bedroom. Clark’s cloudy head hadn’t had the time to process who that voice belonged to before his attempted thoughts were broken by what felt like a football tackle to his midsection. Two loud “oof!”’s came from the teenaged boys as their fathers tackled them. The young boys’ eyes went wide when they saw who had so rowdily taken them from dreamland and what they were about to do. Jonathan grinned at Luke and then the next phase of operation “Child Wake Up” began. Luke pulled up Mark’s shirt exposing his belly and quickly taking advantage he pressed his face to it and blew, giving his son a raspberry like he hadn’t done since Mark was a child. Jonathan enthusiastically did the same thing on the other side of the room to his incredibly shocked alien son. “Dad quit it!” one of them spouted in indignation trying not to laugh, the other nodding in agreement. “Not ‘til we’re done with you.” The sapphire eyed adult said with a slightly playful evil glint in his eye. “Oh dang…” The boys pinned to the beds were suddenly assaulted by the deft, wiry, tickling fingers of their fathers. Clark may have been super strong, but he was also super ticklish, and his dad knew just which spots that were the most prone. “Dad… no!” Clark managed to say through his squirming and laughter. Luke was asked a similar plea from Mark. Finally after what seemed forever to the two under attack, the older Duke Boys met each other’s eyes, nodded and then ceased their offending hostilities. Just as swiftly as they came in, Bo and Luke left the bedroom. Bo peeked his head back in the door and grinned at the two boys who were catching their breath. “Good morning sleepyheads, up and at ‘em, rise and shine, wakey wakey.” He said brightly and then shut the door with a thunk. “Like we weren’t awake before?” Mark sassed to the door. Clark who had recovered quicker stood up and got dressed and then sat on Mark’s bed shaking his cousin who had lain back down and covered his head with a pillow. “Aww come on Mark. Our dads were just having a little fun.” “At our expense…” Clark ignored his cousin’s sassy comment. “Come on, it’s time to get up.” “Okay, okay.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As soon as Jonathan shut the door, both he and Luke, who was waiting for him, burst out laughing as they headed towards the kitchen. Martha looked up from her cooking when the two, once again, inseparable cousins came into the kitchen talking and laughing. Jesse glanced up from his paper and asked gruffly. “Do I even wanna know why I let you wake up the youngins or why you boys are laughing?” Bo stifled a chuckle, and then both he and Luke together answered “Nope” and “No sir” respectively. Jesse just raised an eyebrow and turned back to his reading letting his older boys get away with whatever it is that they just did. A half hour later, the chores were done and breakfast was long gone, and most of all, all the Dukes were full and happy. There weren’t any uncomfortable silences between the young cousins and the old. The incident in the bedroom was forgotten… well not by the fathers who still grinned at each other once in a while remembering what they got away with. About an hour later, Mark had gone to school and the rest of the family was just resting. Finally becoming more serious after the playfulness of the morning, Jonathan asked Luke if it was okay if he took Clark on a ride in the General Lee. He wanted to show Clark around Hazzard. “The General’s half yours cousin. I think my half’s more ‘n okay with it. He hasn’t been out much an’ I bet he’s jumpin’ ta go out again.” Jonathan gave one of his long sultry half smiles that was more Kentish than Dukeish. “Thanks Luke.” A few minutes, and an explanation why the doors were welded shut, later, the General Lee tore out of the Duke driveway carrying Jonathan and Clark Kent with it. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That night after the derby, Dirk and Norm licked their wounds, filched a pair of cars and then stashed them for later when they’d finally be able to go through with their plan. They made themselves as comfy as they could hiding behind the Duke barn and waited out the night. Sunday morning came and went. Much to the anger of Norm, all the Dukes got in more than just the orange car so they couldn’t go after them. Dirk told Norm to keep his cool and that he had a feeling that things would be going their way soon. The rest of Sunday passed by. The Dukes came back and then none of them left until late that night when the Deputy, that pretty chestnut haired curvy lady and their daughter went home to bed. Monday morning Dirk woke up with a funny feeling. And folks, I don’t think it’s that bad bowl of beans he ate last night that he’s feelin’. “Norm, we’re gonna get somewhere t’day, I’m sure of it.” It turns out that Dirk’s hunch was right. The blonde Duke that helped put him in jail came out and got into the car with his son. Dirk started to creep away from the barn to where one of their stolen cars was hidden. He whispered to his partner in crime, “We’re gonna tail’ ‘em and see where they go but not be seen. We’re scouting out to see where they go often that would be a good place ta do the job.” Soon, in a small grey Sedan, the felons were easily following the cloud of dust that belonged to the wake of the General Lee. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jonathan drove the General Lee just as enthusiastically as he did when he and Luke were in it the other day. He tore up and down the hills, through the canyons, near the caves, jumped a couple creeks, and then went up into the cliffs. He took it nice an easy driving on Mourning Mountain, and especially Crying Curve. That certain piece of road got that name because of what people did when they found their loved ones at the bottom of the cliff when they unfortunately didn’t make the turn. Jonathan eventually got out of the mountains and took Clark through the town of Hazzard. They stopped at Cooter’s Garage. Clark had briefly met Cooter at the victory party and saw him at church, but Jonathan wanted Clark to know the grease monkey a little more than just a greeting. The mechanic was pleased to meet the son of Bo Duke and they visited a while. When his dad and Cooter were talking by themselves for a minute, Clark looked around and saw something, or rather someone, disturbing. He tapped his dad’s shoulder. “Dad? “Yeah son?” “Who is that old fat guy in the white suit going into the police station? He’s acting kind of suspicious right now, and I don’t like that look on his face.” Both Cooter and Jonathan looked, and there sure enough was the County Commissioner skulking into the Police Department with a scowl on his face. “That’s Boss Hogg son. You’re right. Whenever he’s got that face on, you know he’s up to something.” The greasy mechanic pitched in. “Well y’all better check it out. I overheard Boss Hogg and Rosco the other day. Boss wasn’t too happy about you comin’ back buddyro. I think he’s aimin’ ta fix a way ta get you an’ your family outta Hazzard.” “I think we’ll do that, thanks Cooter.” Jonathan bade Cooter farewell and then he and Clark crossed the street to the side of the police station. Jonathan was headed toward the closed window in order to peek in, but Clark stopped him just before he got there. Clark gestured for his dad to stop and be quiet. He then pointed to his ear. Jonathan grinned as he knew what Clark meant. There’s nothing like a son who can eavesdrop on anything, at any time and at any place. Clark quickly focused on his super hearing so that he could tune in to what was being said inside the Police Department. Clark got the focus he needed and heard the voices clearly. He heard the voice of the sheriff who pulled them over. “Boss, me an’ Enos still can’t find those two escaped convicts. I know they’re still in Hazzard. There’s been reports of a couple stolen vehicles. I promise though that when we do find those felons, I’m gonna cuff ‘em and stuff ‘em. Kyew kyew.” Clark then heard slimy voice which was also slightly angry, he assumed it was Boss Hogg, reply. “No you dipstick! You’ll do no such thing. Not until their job is done. When I say you can, and only when I say so, then you can cuff ‘em.” “Oh oooh and stuff ‘em right?” “Yeah. Now get outta my sight and get out there and pretend to keep lookin’ for them escaped convicts.” “Alright Little Fat Buddy. I’m gone.” “Rosco, I ain’t your ‘Little Fat Buddy.’ Now get outta here!” Clark stopped eavesdropping since it appeared the conversation is over. He looked over at Jonathan who had his eyes at the window. The blonde had only heard muffles coming from within, but he could see that Boss was angry at Rosco. Clark met eyes with his dad and then told him the entire conversation. Clark was smarter than the average cookie. With the words Cooter had told them and what he overheard, he came to a very wise educated guess. “Dad. Do you think that those bad guys Rosco mentioned could be coming after us?” Jonathan knew what Boss Hogg was capable of. He was sure that the escapees “accidentally” escaped with the help of a certain swine… uh Hogg, and that they were going to be coming after him, and maybe his family too. He just didn’t want to worry his son, but he didn’t want to lie to him either. “Maybe Clark. We’ll just have to keep our eyes peeled and ears on. This sort of thing has happened before to me and Luke. Everything turned out okay. We’ll just need to be a little more careful these next couple days, alright son?” “Okay Dad.” The two Kents got back into the General and headed back to the Duke farm to help Luke out with the crops. They never saw the little grey Sedan that was still tailing them all the way back to the farm. |
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| Carrie01 | Fri Oct 6, 2006 5:10 pm Post #42 |
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Wow! What a great update! I liked Bo and Luke's idea of an alarm call! :LOL: This is getting exciting now! I want to know what happens next! :bounce: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Fri Oct 6, 2006 5:18 pm Post #43 |
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I had so much fun writing that part of the chapter. I had hoped I'd make you smile with that wake up call. :LOL: I'm getting excited for the rest too. I've recently gotten more inspiriation and I have a general idea of what those two badguys have up their sleeve. |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Tue Oct 10, 2006 11:14 am Post #44 |
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I was so excited for what's going to happen, I wrote this chapter zippy quick. Enjoy. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter 18 Jonathan and Clark helped Luke out in the fields for the rest of the morning and into the afternoon. All three of them worked in the same area. In that configuration, Clark was able to witness a special something that had re-emerged within his dad... the inner child. Clark got to see his dad and Uncle Luke banter back and forth, teasing each other about petty things from the past and new petty things as well. Things like the women that had come to flirt at the victory party. It was like his dad was twenty years younger, and that he didn’t have a care in the world. Luke grinned playfully at Jonathan. “You know Bo, I think Becky Mae had been savin’ herself for you all these years. Did you see her disappointment that you had Mindy Sue as your wife and that you had a son too?” Jonathan smiled and shook his head. “Becky Mae never really was my type.” “Yeah, I remember you always liked girls built like a trucker, not pretty little fillies like her.” “Sure Luke, this comin’ from someone who liked them built like a linebacker.” “I did not.” “Did too. Last one I saw you with even had a mustache.” Clark inwardly laughed as his dad and Luke went back and forth, and on and on with their witty banter. He loved this carefree dad. In Smallville Jonathan had always been sort of uptight and not much fun. As a family, they were always keeping secrets from everybody, and they stayed to themselves so they didn’t get to do much socializing, so he never saw his dad act like this. Clark was beginning to really like Hazzard, and the effect that it had on his dad. Sometime in the early afternoon, Clark’s enhanced hearing picked up on something. “Dad, Uncle Jesse is coming.” Luke looked around and didn’t see any sign of his uncle. “Are you sure Clark? I don’t see or hear him.” Jonathan knew Clark had used his super hearing. He gave his son a look telling him to find a cover up fast. “Uh yeah Uncle Luke. I uh… I heard that old truck backfire as it turned on. Uncle Jesse should be here in just a minute or two.” Sure enough, Jesse pulled up a minute later in that old white pick up that he’s owned for over thirty-five years. The patriarch slowly got himself out of the truck, took a look over the fields, and made his way over to his boys carrying a picnic basket. “Well boys, it looks like yer doin’ good work out here.” Jesse pointed to the basket. “Mindy Sue sent me out here with refreshments for ya so ya don’t ‘waste away’ in this heat.” “Thanks Uncle Jesse” All three of the hot, sweaty, and hungry men said as dug into the basket. Jesse didn’t leave when the basket was broken into and the food being eaten ravenously. Instead, Jesse looked on his boys as they ate, and thought some. Finally when Jonathan was done, Jesse asked. “Bo, can I talk to ya for a while?” Jonathan looked over at Luke who nodded saying that he’d be alright out there working with Clark. He then went wrapped an arm around Jesse and began to walk with him into the forests of the Duke land so they’d have some privacy. “Sure Uncle Jesse. Is something wrong?” “No son, nothin’s wrong. Can’t an old man be allowed a visit with his nephew?” Jonathan chuckled, “Yeah he can, but you’re wrong about one thing Uncle Jesse. You’re not an old man.” Jesse grinned at the compliment from his nephew and changed the subject. Jonathan and Jesse talked as they walked. They didn’t talk about anything in particular, but it was comforting to both of them just to hear what the other had to say on whatever the topics their conversation went to. Eventually they found themselves deep into the Duke forest. They found a small boulder where they sat down. Jesse decided then to talk with Bo about what he’d been thinking about the past couple days. “Bo have you been enjoyin’ yourself since ya’ve been home?” “Yes Uncle Jesse I have, and so have Martha and Clark. It’s wonderful to be home. I’ve come to realize just how much I’ve missed Hazzard unconsciously.” “It’s good ta hear. Well let me tell you now that your homecoming has made Hazzard a much happier place than its been in a long time. I’m sure you could tell you were missed by all them cheers at the derby and how many people came out ta see ya at the party. Most importantly though is that in the last sixteen years Luke an’ Daisy and I missed havin’ ya in our lives sharing the good times and the bad times. You were sorely missed son.” “I know.” Jonathan gave a half smile and then hugged his uncle. When they pulled out of the embrace, Jesse placed a hand on Jonathan’s arm. Bo, I have somethin’ I wanted ta ask ya.” “What is it?” “Well I’m not as young as I used ta be. I ain’t much use around the farm anymore. One day soon I ain’t gonna wake up in the mornin’, an’ when that day happens, Luke will be even more alone in takin’ care of the farm. An’ you know from experience when you were here that it ain’t easy ta keep up this farm even with three men on the job. I don’t know how he’s done it, but Luke has kept up the farm practically single-handedly. I just know it’s been real tough on him havin’ ta do this with only Mark ta help him.” Jesse sighed as he continued his thought. “Bo, I love you and your family so much. I wanted ta ask ya if you might consider taking some land from the back forty, and movin’ back home ta Hazzard.” Ever since Jesse pulled him aside, Jonathan had had a feeling in his gut that this was what Jesse was going to ask. And to tell you the truth, Jonathan had been thinking about an answer to that question ever since Luke gave him that fierce hug when he first stepped onto Hazzard County soil. While driving in the General Lee with Luke and with Clark over the past couple days, Jonathan had been remembering old times, and pondering on the times he’d have ahead, if he were to come back for good. By this point in time, the blonde had an answer that he wanted to tell Jesse. He just needed to talk it over with Martha and Clark and see how they felt about it. “Uncle Jesse, I actually have been thinking this over since I’ve been back. Over the past couple days I‘ve been the happiest I’ve ever been since the accident that wiped y’all from my memory. In Smallville I’ve never really gotten to know the neighbors and have a good base like I had and apparently still have here in Hazzard. I miss that family base. I really do. I want to come home to Hazzard for good, but I need to talk it over with Martha and Clark and see if they want to uproot from Smallville or not.” Jesse was pleased with what Bo had to say. It showed that his nephew had really grown up a lot since he’d been away with an answer like that. Jesse put a hand on Jonathan’s shoulder and then pulled him into a hug. “You’ve grown up Bo. I’m proud of you. You go ahead and give me an answer later, when you and your family have come to a decision.” “Thank you Uncle Jesse.” There was silence for a little while as both the Dukes sat there on the rock and just enjoyed the other’s very presence. Both of them were lost in their own thoughts. Jesse thought about which part of the land he was going to give Bo and his family and how that was going to work out. Jonathan thought on how he was going to go about asking Martha and Clark, and also how to tell Uncle Jesse and the rest of his family about Clark’s secret before they accepted living back here. The Dukes had to know where Clark came from and what his abilities are. Jonathan sighed and muttered to himself still in thought. “I just don’t know when or how we’re gonna tell them…” Jesse heard that quiet whisper. “Ya don’t know when ta tell us what?” Jonathan realized that he had vocalized his thoughts out loud. He cleared his throat and licked his lips before he could answer. He told the clan patriarch. “Uncle Jesse there’s something we haven’t told you yet. Clark, Martha and I wanted to tell y’all as a family. With all the Dukes in Hazzard all together. All three of us want to tell all of you all at once. Uncle Jesse, please don’t ask me to tell you now, I promise we will tell you later. Jonathan held his hand up. “Duke’s honor.” He then stood up and offered his raised hand out to Jesse so that he could help his uncle up. Jesse looked into the baby blue eyes of his nephew who was more like a son, and then took his hand and pulled himself up. “Alright Bo, I trust ya.” The two men walked together all the way back to the fields where Jonathan went back to work and Jesse drove back to the house with a small smile playing about his lips. “Bo’s comin’ home.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirk and Norm hid their car again after their little adventure of following that Duke and his son. Both of these guys realized that Bo Duke loved to drive and that he was especially good at it too. There was only one spot that the Duke slowed down to be careful at, and that certain stretch of road was the perfect place for “getting rid” of the Dukes for the Boss. “Norm, we found the perfect spot ta finish our job. We’re gonna send ‘em over the cliffs of Crying Curve.” Norm chuckled maliciously. “That’ll do it.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Later on, but still early in the afternoon, Mark came home from school and helped out in the fields. Around three o’clock the men folk had a little problem. The tractor broke down. All of them were tired so they decided to come in for the day and call Cooter to see if he or the General Store had the part that they needed to fix the tractor. Lily came over to visit soon after the men had come back into the house. Daisy now worked at the local newspaper as a reporter, and unfortunately, she got tied up in a story the editor told her he needed by the end of the day. Enos was still on duty looking for those stray convicted felons, so neither of them could come over and visit. Lily hung around Mark for a while since that was why she came over. She and Mark were study buddies. They were supposed to be helping each other with math and writing. Little did their parents know that their version of “studying” was learning the finer points of how to catch the most amounts of fish, tip the most cows on a cow tipping spree, they’d terrorize Rosco and see how long it took for the old sheriff to react, and do other things of that nature. When Luke hung up the phone with Cooter, he announced that Cooter did have the part they needed and that he and Bo would go and pick it up from town. At the mention of ‘town’ Lily and Mark jumped to their feet and asked if they could go and get a soda. Clark didn’t want to get left behind so he said “Me too. Can we go get a soda?” Martha shrugged and said that she didn’t see anything wrong with it so she agreed that the teens could go to town with Jonathan and Luke. She had a funny feeling though and felt compelled to tell them something. “Just make sure you all are careful. And Jonathan, try and drive safely.” Jonathan assured that he would be careful. The five Dukes all exited the house and slid into the General Lee. Five loud whoops could be heard as the General once again threw gravel skyward and tore out of the driveway in a cloud of dust. Dirk and Norm heard the goings on of inside about going to Cooter’s garage for a tractor part. In fact they were the ones that broke the tractor when nobody was looking, in order to get the Dukes to take another trip in the car. They were glad to hear that the three meddlesome teenagers were coming too. It was perfect. A full car load of Dukes to get rid of… The two felons retreated to the bushes and each got into their separate stolen cars. Dirk took the grey Sedan, and Norm drove a small midnight blue Civic. The felons pulled out and drove not too far behind the General Lee. Dirk drove in plain view behind the General while Dirk drive off to the side of the road out of sight. Inside the General there was a cheery mood. Everybody was joking with each other and having a good time when suddenly Clark became aware of a grey Sedan tailgating them. “Dad, there’s a car behind us.” Jonathan looked in his mirror. “There sure is and he looks like he’s in a hurry too.” He pulled off to the side of the road so the car behind him could pass. Instead of doing as Jonathan had expected, the Sedan rammed into the back side of the General Lee making a large crunching sound and eliciting a bunch of complaints and angry comments coming from the jostled occupants. The crunching stopped for half a second and then there was a second jolt as the Sedan struck again. Mark stuck his head out the window and yelled at the Sedan. “What are you doin’ that for! We didn’t do nothin’ ta you, leave us alone!” Luke who was sitting shotgun looked back and saw his son, and also what was going on with the car behind them. “Mark! Get your head back in the car! Bo he’s about to hit us again. Punch it!” Luke had not even finished saying the words before Jonathan hit the gas. He didn’t need to be told twice. The strength of the acceleration physically made everyone sit back in their seats as the laws of inertia kicked in. For not having a good racing engine, the Sedan accelerated and kept up surprisingly well. It stayed along with the General and remained hot on its tail. Jonathan pulled onto a side road and plowed on forward. The Sedan followed just as close if not closer than it was before the turn. Jonathan looked in the mirror again. “This guy’s not givin’ up. Lets see how long he can keep up when we drive country style. Kids, hang on, this is going ta get bumpy.” Bo turned off once again onto a very gravelly dirt road and headed towards the hills. Dirk in the Sedan took the turn and once again came up close on the General’s back end. They went on for a while until they made it over one of the mountains. They were on the other side of the mountain when Bo smiled. “Alright, let’s see if you can jump.” Bo made a sharp turn and accelerated hitting a dirt ramp that was just before a creek that was between the mountain he was on, and Mourning Mountain. The first twelve notes of “Dixie” sounded through the air as the General soared across the creek and landed on the other side. “Whoa!” Clark was wide eyed in the back seat with his jaw open along with his two cousins. That was the most thrilling thing any of them had done, but there was something special about that feeling of weightlessness that stirred in the young alien’s chest. It felt so right and it felt natural. Clark’s million dollar smile went from ear to ear. “That was awesome Dad!” “Thanks son, but let me concentrate.” Jonathan had slid to a stop out of the way of the landing spot and waited to see the outcome of the other car. Both Luke and Bo were amazed that the Sedan actually made the jump. They didn’t stick around to ponder on it though. Bo hit the accelerator and headed up the mountain. All who were in the General Lee were focused on the Sedan and the road ahead of them, that they didn’t notice a little blue Civic climbing the side of the mountain a little ways away from them. The Civic shot forward, took a shortcut and parked right in the middle of the road on Crying Curve, cutting off any chance of anyone passing. Norm sat there with a sinister grin on his face while he waited for Dirk to herd the Dukes up to this fatal trap. Jonathan wasn’t too happy at where he was headed. He was going straight for Crying Curve. He didn’t know how it happened, but somehow that Sedan had stopped him from turning off. And the dang thing was still on his tail. “Dang it!” Luke could see the problem and tried to calm his little cousin. “Bo, just be careful around that turn.” “I’ll do my best.” Jonathan crossed that final stretch of road and began the turn at a slower speed, but faster than he had ever tried doing it before. The blonde’s eyes went wide when he saw the Civic in the way. With lightning reflexes, Bo hit the breaks and turned the steering wheel. That maneuver caused the General to turn ninety degrees outwards, straight towards the cliff’s edge. With the momentum of the car still going, the General moved forward until the front two wheels no longer touched the ground. The General Lee finally stopped, but it hung precariously over the cliff that had claimed so many people already. The moment the front of the General Lee went off the edge, Bo, Luke, Mark, Clark, and Lily all instinctively held their breath and didn’t move. They knew that any sudden movement could mean their life since they were teetering on the edge of a cliff. The next five seconds seemed to pass like molasses on a cold January morning. The Dukes could hear the distinct engine of the Sedan behind them rev. At that point each one of their minds went into overdrive, they were likely going to die. Mark held tightly to Lily’s hand as she buried her head in his shoulder. Clark looked pensively out the window and over the edge of the cliff. Luke put a hand on Bo’s shoulder, and Bo looked guilty and miserable. In his mind this was his fault. The blonde Duke closed his eyes and whispered, “I’m sorry,” just as the Sedan smashed into the back end of the General Lee, giving it that last nudge that would send it over the edge. The back end of the General lifted almost vertically into the air, and the nose faced the ground a hundred feet below. The last thing any of them heard was Jonathan shout “Clark!” before gravity finally kicked in, taking them over the cliff and to their imminent doom. Uh oh… the end of the Dukes? I cain’t watch. |
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| Carrie01 | Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:20 pm Post #45 |
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Oh, no!! How is Clark going to save them?
:o This was a great update! I liked the touching scene between Uncle Jessie and Bo and the chase scene was really exciting! Great work! :clap: :clap: :clap: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Thu Oct 19, 2006 10:25 pm Post #46 |
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Thanks Carrie
:D Well I have the next chapter, enjoy
:hyper: Chapter 19 As soon as Dirk hit the General Lee that last time, both he and Norm got out of there as fast as they could. They knew that nobody could survive that fall off the cliff. It was sure to make a loud noise, maybe even an explosion, when the car hit the ground that someone would surely come to investigate. The felons did not want to be anywhere near there when that happened. So they sped away at top speeds, not sticking around to see the results of the encounter of the Dukes and the bottom of the cliff. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Clark!” The dark haired Kent boy heard his father yell as the car began it’s descent off the cliff. Clark could hear the emotions in his father’s voice. It was scared like all other people would be if they were falling off a cliff, but Clark also read the real meaning in that one word. His dad was telling him to do something that only he could ever possibly do… Save them. At that instant Clark initiated his super speed. Sometimes when he super sped, things looked blurry as he passed by at speeds faster than a bullet. Other times when Clark sped, it was as if everyone and everything else was either stopped, or in very very slow motion. This was one of those slow motion times. The General Lee was falling at the speed of gravity, most of the occupants of the car hiding their faces as they fell. They all seemed to freeze and so did the General Lee in its descent to the ground a hundred feet below as Clark unbuckled and leapt up from the left back seat of the car at super speed. The young alien squeezed past his father in the driver’s seat. Clark took a quick glance at his dad. Jonathan had frozen with a fairly calm, resigned look on his face. It was everything that Clark wasn’t feeling. Clark was scared. He didn’t like heights and he wasn’t sure what exactly he was going to do to save his family. Clark shook his head and proceeded to climb out the window intending to do something to try and somehow save his family. He held onto the General and crawled (at super speed) to the hood which was closest to the ground below. Clark looked up had his dad through the windshield. His father’s expression had changed in those couple milliseconds he took to get out of the car. Jonathan’s face now more hopeful then it was before. That gave Clark more hope and strength to be able to do this. Clark held onto the grill of the car so that he was in a position to be able to catch the General Lee when they reached the ground. That was the best position he could be in order to be the most help. At least his family wouldn’t die with him taking the hit rather than the car doing so. In that position, Clark stopped super speeding, letting gravity kick in and take him and the General to the ground at a more normal breakneck speed. A pit formed in the young alien’s stomach as he saw the ground come up quickly. Clark cringed, closed his eyes and braced himself for impact. Suddenly something felt different within the teen’s body and all around him. Clark could feel himself and the General Lee slowing down. He kept his eyes tight as they continued to slow down. Clark could feel the weight of the General Lee as he held it, but the wind wasn’t blowing in his hair anymore. The dark haired teen could feel that he and the car were no longer moving, but something about that didn’t feel right. His feet hadn’t touched the ground yet and it confused him. Clark peeked open an eye and looked down. Solid ground was sitting there three feet below him. Somehow, he had stopped in midair! “Dad!” Clark yelled in alarm. This had never happened before. Clark then realized that the General Lee was still vertical which was probably uncomfortable for his family that was in it, so he turned the car so it was upright in a normal horizontal position. “Dad!” Clark called again. Jonathan snapped out of the shock of not being dead quickly. He heard his son’s cry and answered. “Clark are you okay son?” “Dad what do I do? Look…” Jonathan looked out the window and saw that Clark was hovering three feet above the ground still holding them in the car. “Hovering? That’s new.” He thought. He figured the best way to approach this new power would be with him safely on the ground coaching his son on ways to control it. He stuck his head out the window and met eyes with his son. “Clark, can you set us down?” “I’m scared Dad. I don’t know what will happen if I let go.” “You don’t have to let go of the car Clark, just put all four tires on the ground so I can get out and help you with this.” “Okay, I’ll try.” Clark took a deep breath in to try and calm down. He then bent his knees and brought his arms down low bringing the General Lee and his family safely to the ground. Clark made sure not to let go of the window which he had taken hold of when he righted the car. He took another breath in as he tried to calm his nerves. “Dad…” Jonathan as soon as the General hit the dirt slipped out from the car and stood behind his son. “Okay Clark. It’s going to be okay. We just need to figure out what is triggering this and learn to control it. It’s just like what we’ve done with your other powers. Son, I’m going to ask you a couple questions so we can pinpoint what it is that has made you hover.” Clark bit his lip and nodded. “What were you thinking when we were falling?” “I didn’t want you all to die Dad. I knew I had to do something to stop the car. I was dreading impact with the ground which might have hurt you. I was expecting it to happen, so I braced myself against it.” The blonde father thought out loud. “So you were scared of us getting hurt by hitting the ground?” His head popped up as he came up with an idea to try and bring his floating son back to the ground. “Alright Clark, I want you to concentrate. All the danger is passed. We are safely on the ground and nobody is going to get hurt. Focus on bringing yourself back to the ground. You don’t need to be afraid of the ground anymore. The ground is your friend.” Clark closed his eyes again to try and block out all the feelings of fright and anxiety. He took a deep breath and focused on his dad’s words. “The ground is my friend… the ground, is my friend. The ground is my friend. Clark, the ground is your friend.” Clark could feel his body slowly inching earthward. “The ground is my friend. I like the ground, the ground is my friend. The ground is my friend.” Finally his toes reached the safety of the soil. Clark opened his eyes and smiled as the rest of his two feet firmly planted themselves on solid ground. He did it! He willed himself to move through the air! Jonathan smiled as he came up and embraced his teenager. “You did it. That a boy son.” Clark sighed deeply into his dad’s shoulder as he finally relaxed. Suddenly he blanched as he looked over his father’s shoulder at the General Lee. Luke, Mark, and Lily were blinking wide eyed and slack jawed at Clark trying to figure out if what just happened was really real or not. The dark haired Kent boy tapped his father on the shoulder and pointed in the direction of the people in the General Lee. Jonathan nodded and the both of them approached the bright orange car. The Blonde haired Duke poked his head in through the window and met eyes with Luke. “Is everybody okay in here?” Luke nodded, unable to say anything for the moment. Jonathan looked in the back and saw that Mark and Lily were okay too. Bo took his head out from in the window and let Clark hop into the General through the window and find his seat in the back again. Bo then slipped in himself and sat quietly in the driver seat knowing that any second his cousin would say something. Luke tried a couple times to speak but his voice wasn’t working quite right. Finally after a minute, he found his voice and asked the questions both he and the two teens in the back of the General had to ask. “Bo… what just happened? Why ain’t we dead like we should have been after falling off of the cliffs? And how was Clark able to hold the General not to mention float like he was doing?” Jonathan was quiet for a second, met eyes with Clark, and then looked over at Luke. He then answered his cousin with a sigh. “Luke, kids, there’s something very important we need to talk about.” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dirk and Norm drove back to the town of Hazzard, and discretely had a meeting with Boss Hogg in the back room of the Boars Nest. They told the county commissioner all of what happened. Dirk’s eyes gleamed with evil, “We “got rid of them Dukes” for ya Boss… they ain’t in Hazzard anymore.” Norm snickered “Yeah, they ain’t even in the land of the livin’ anymore. They had a uh accident. With a little help, they took a little tumble off the cliffs at that really sharp curve on the mountain.” “What!” Boss’ eyes went wide as he dropped his cigar. “You sent them off Crying Curve? What in Betsy’s name did you do that for?” Dirk chuckled with an evil twinkle in his eye. “Simple Boss… Revenge. The blond and dark haired Duke was the ones that put us in jail. We wanted to get them back for sendin’ us to the slammer for nearly twenty years.” Norm chuckled. “When you had us freed, you told us to “get rid of at least three Dukes in that orange clunker car.” And to make sure they didn’t come back to Hazzard. We did exactly what you told us to do. Fact is, we did better ‘n that, we got rid of not just three, but five of ‘em. That Bo and Luke, and then the three teenagers.” The county commissioner was stunned into silence, but that didn’t stop his mind from working. About a thousand thoughts went through his head right then. “Bo and Luke… dead? The kids too… dag blast it it’s my fault.” He whispered disbelievingly “Bo… Luke…” Dirk watched the emotions on Boss’ face. He could see the fat man’s mind at work, and see the guilt start to show beneath his eyes. Dirk chuckled again and began to push the pudgy old man a little further. “Now I seem to remember Boss, when you had us freed, you mentioning that there was a financial benefit on our part if we did the job. Well we did the job. Better than you obviously thought we’d do. We earned our pay, you wouldn’t be thinking on going back on your word to us now would you?” Dirk flashed a recently acquired gun to the still shocked Commissioner. Boss Hogg looked at the gun, buried his shock and anger for the moment for his personal safety, and plastered on his sugar coated, oh so sweet and fake smile and voice. “No need for that… I wouldn’t dream of not giving you your well earned reward. Now if you’d kindly turn around, I’ll get you your dues.” Norm sneered “No funny business Boss.” But humored the fat man and turned around, as did Dirk. Boss made sure they weren’t looking and then pulled out his safe from beneath the drink cooler. The corpulent commissioner cleared his throat as he turned the dial to the correct combination to open the safe. Unhappily he pulled out a hand full of stacked bills and slowly counted out the due amount. He closed the safe and hid it again. “Alright, here’s your money.” Boss reluctantly let it go. When the bit of green finally left the commissioner’s fingers, Dirk smiled again and began to walk out of the room. “Thank you kindly Boss, now I think we’ve worn out our welcome. Come on Norm. Let’s not trouble the County Commissioner anymore.” As soon as the felons left, Boss’ shock and alarm returned in full force. He frantically picked up the old CB mike. “Breaker breaker! This is J.D. Hogg. Rosco! Rosco you lug nut! Get your behind to the Boars Nest pronto! I need you, this is an emergency!” In his police car, Rosco picked up his CB “Alright little fat buddy, I’m gone.” Boss was so distressed that he didn’t even tell the sheriff off for calling him the pet name he so despised. A few minutes later Rosco came in to a very flustered Boss Hogg. “Boss what’s got your britches all in a bunch? Is it Lulu’s cookin’ again?” “No you dipstick! I’ve been robbed! By those two escaped convicts…” Boss hesitated as he calmed down a little and thought back. He added almost somberly. “…and there’s been an accident too. Rosco, they ran the General Lee which had the Duke boys and the kids in it off Cryin’ Curve… and dag nab it, this is all my fault!” Rosco was lost for words. The Duke boys gone? And Boss feeling guilty? How could that be? The Duke boys couldn’t die, and it wasn’t like Boss to feel guilt. Had he gotten soft in his old age? Whatever it was that had happened, it was not normal. Rosco really liked the Dukes. He didn’t want to see them hurt, let alone dead. This was some pretty tough news to take all in one swallow. Unlike what he would normally say, Rosco borrowed his deputy’s favorite saying in this time of tragedy. “Possum on a gumbush…” He took a short breath in as he tried to get his emotions which had crept up, under control. “Nobody’s ever survived falling off that cliff. Are you sure that really happened?” “Deathly sure. Those guys wouldn’t lie. Rosco, I need you to go and check it out to confirm it. You need to do this yourself, don’t tell Enos yet. I think his daughter was with them when they…” Boss bowed his head unable to say anymore. Rosco said quietly. “Alright Boss. I’m gone.” Rosco left the Boars Nest tears twinkling as they trickled down his cheek as he sped off to the mountains to find the wreck of the General Lee. Rosco made it out to Mourning Mountain with a heavy heart. Rosco smiled sadly as he talked to his loyal droopy faced basset hound Flash. “Whoever named that mountain musta been feelin’ like I am now Flash darlin’. I ain’t feelin’ happy at all, and the Dukes ain’t even family. I wish Boss was wrong about this accident. If it’s true and they really are gone…I hate ta say it but it’ll kill Jesse for sure.” As he came to the end of this thought, Rosco came up on that fateful curve that had claimed so many innocent Hazzard County citizens. The sheriff sighed and shut off his engine. He scratched Flash’s ears, closed his eyes and said a little prayer that he wouldn’t see what Boss told him that he’d see. Slowly Rosco opened the squad car door and walked around the curve. He could see scuff marks in the dirt everywhere. “Oh no…” Rosco could see a pair of fresh tread marks going off the cliff. The sheriff quickly went up to the edge and cautiously looked over, dreading what he might find. Rosco gasped. The General Lee wasn’t there. “Praise the Lord, they’re alright.” Rosco jumped back in his police car and drove around down to the bottom of the cliff to look a little closer, just in case. He looked around thoroughly. There was no sign of a crash anywhere that he could see. That put a feeling of joy in Rosco’s heart. He let out a choked out teary giggle. “Those guys were wrong. Thank goodness Boss was wrong. Bo and Luke and the youngin’s are alive.” Rosco returned to his car and sped back to the Boars Nest to tell Boss the news on what he had seen, or rather not seen. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jonathan and Clark managed to convince Luke, Mark, and Lily that they’d explain everything once they got back to the farm and had Daisy and Enos there, as well as Uncle Jesse. They reasoned that they wanted to tell the whole family altogether rather than having to explain more than once, and that was a good enough reason for the Dukes. On the car ride back to the farm, Mark and Lily kept on giving Clark funny looks. They weren’t mean looks, but they were just looks of disbelief and unsureity about this new almost otherworldly power showing up in their cousin. Finally Mark couldn’t take the silence anymore and blurted out “How strong are you really?” Clark kind of smiled and decided to answer his cousin with some truth. “I can bench press a tractor for hours…” Jonathan laughed “I’ve seen him do it too.” Three quiet almost inaudible “wows were whispered by the three Dukes in the car. The rest of the ride home was a little easier after that. Lily and Mark kept on asking questions about their cousin’s strength like what types of things he had done with it. “Clark, have you ever uprooted a tree? How about lifting a train? I bet you can easily swoop a girl off her feet eh?” Jonathan smiled and let Clark answer those questions and others of the sort. When they got home, Bo went to Uncle Jesse and told him that they needed a family council right away. Rosco had called Enos on the way to Mourning Mountain and told him he had the rest of the day off. So Enos had gone and picked up Daisy from work and the both of them were almost at the Duke farm when Bo had made his inquiry about a council. Soon, sitting in the Duke family living room were the three Kents, the Straits, and the rest of the Dukes of Hazzard. Uncle Jesse slowly stood up and cleared his throat. “You all know that this is a family council. Duke family councils have been called in the past. Most of them because of things that were important was happening or was goin’ ta happen. This here family council has been called by Bo. I’m gonna let Bo take charge of what will be said since he’s got somethin’ he needs ta say.” Jesse sat down and got comfortable in his old rocking chair and then looked over at his blonde nephew. Bo stood up and took the center of the floor. It was now or never. He took a deep breath in. “Well, I’ve called you all together because there is something very important that Martha Clark and I haven’t told you yet. We’ve been meaning to tell you. This is something that we all want you all to know since Dukes don’t keep things from each other.” Martha stood up and took her husband’s hand and began the story. “It all started one day when we went to the store to buy some flowers...” Woowee! The Dukes and General Lee are alright, but ain’t it strange how complicated a simple story can get? I wonder how the rest of the Dukes is goin’ ta take the news. Y’all better hang on now. |
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| Carrie01 | Thu Oct 19, 2006 10:44 pm Post #47 |
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Sammi, that was a great update! Your description of Clark saving the falling car was excellent and I liked the way you described the reactions of the Dukes in the car. Aww, so Roscoe has a heart after all, it might be well hidden but it's there! I hope those Duke boys sort out Bogg Hogg ... that man is evil!! Great update! :clap: :clap: :clap: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Thu Oct 19, 2006 10:53 pm Post #48 |
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Thank you Carrie. you succeeded in making me smile. You know what? Boss didn't want the badguys to kill the Dukes. He didn't know that it was the Dukes that put them in prison. He had thought he had made it clear that the bad guys were to run the Dukes out of town, not kill them. Boss isn't evil enough to wish death upon the Dukes. Rosco really does have a heart. He shows it more than Boss does in the show too. I'm glad you think I described it all real well, thank you so much Carrie :hug: |
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| Carrie01 | Thu Oct 19, 2006 11:02 pm Post #49 |
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Sammi, I think you are doing a really good job with this story. You've kept the pace up, which is difficult to do, and you nicely combine the humorous and exciting strands. You are also portraying the characters just like they are in the DofH and SV so that you feel that it could be an episode from the show. Often when people write crossovers they try and change the characters, but you've avoided that pitfall and all the Dukes and Kents, plus the peripheral characters ring true. Even the evil Boss Hogg! |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Wed Oct 25, 2006 4:14 pm Post #50 |
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You are too kind Carrie
:blush: Thank you Well, here's another update -------------------------------------------------- Chapter 20 All the Dukes of Hazzard were gathered in the family room of the farmhouse listening intently to Bo and Mindy Sue, so that they would understand what it was that they needed to be told. Mark, Lily, and Luke were listening a little more intently than the rest, since they had witnessed some pretty strange things in the last hour of their lives. They needed the explanation that had been promised to them in order to account for the strangeness of those events. Martha held her husband’s hand as she began. “It all started one day when we went to the store to buy some flowers. This was about twelve years ago. We’ve actually mentioned this day to you before, just not told you everything about it. Anyways, on this day there was a meteor shower. On the way home from that run to the store the meteors hit.” Jonathan squeezed Martha’s hand as he continued the next part of the story. “Martha and I were driving home in the truck when a meteor flew over us and struck the ground not ten yards away from where we were. The impact of the meteor was strong. It flipped the truck completely over. Martha and I were dazed but alright.” Martha smiled as she recalled what happened next. “We were trying to get free from the truck when I saw two little bare feet. The owner of the feet bent down and looked in at us through the window, his angelic face in a big smile. That was the first time I laid eyes on our baby Clark.” Clark smiled his million dollar smile to his mom. He loved hearing this story. Martha smiled back at her son. “We made it out of our truck and bundled Clark up in a blanket. We looked around to see if his parents were anywhere nearby, but there was none to be found.” Martha squeezed Jonathan’s hand. “Clark was like an angel who came to us from the heavens.” Jonathan continued. “While searching the area for anyone who Clark belonged to, we went and looked at the crater the meteor that nearly hit us made. In the center of the crater we found a uh…” He took a breath readying himself to finish the sentence. “…We found a small spacecraft…a… an alien spacecraft” Jonathan paused and looked at the reactions of his family. Mark who was sitting next to Clark looked at his cousin with an awed face. His expression was so readable. You could see what he was thinking almost as clearly as hearing the words. Mark’s face clearly said, ‘How awesome is that? My cousin is an alien and he saved my life!’ Lily’s expression was a similar one of her younger cousin. Enos and Daisy looked at Bo trying to see if he was telling the truth or not. They hadn’t been told what had happened out at the cliff, so they didn’t know that Clark was a lot different than the average person. Enos looked Bo and Mindy Sue up and down and saw that there was no lie in their faces. He trusted them, so he believed them. Daisy took a little longer, but in turn a few seconds after Enos had been convinced, she squeezed his hand and smiled. She believed now too. She could have hit herself in the head with the doubt that she had had for just a moment. She should have known better than to doubt. She knew Bo well. And as such, Daisy knew that that Bo would never ever lie. She believed him and Mindy Sue now without a doubt. Uncle Jesse was slowly rocking back and forth in his rocking chair with a contemplative look on his face. You could see the thoughts going through his head. He had never imagined that something like this could ever actually be real, let alone become a big part of his life... part of his family. Jesse trusted his nephew though, and smiled when he made eye contact with Bo. Last of all Bo looked over at Luke. Luke’s face seemed puzzled at first but then a twinkle passed through his eye as he accepted the idea, and figured on that’s why Clark was different. He quietly commented. “That’s why Clark was able to catch the General when we got run off the cliff…” Bo nodded. Martha, Jesse, Daisy, and Enos were alarmed. The clan patriarch stood up and faced Bo with a scared and upset look in his eyes. “What in tarnation happened?…You got run off a cliff?!” “Yes Uncle Jesse, but we’re alright. I’ll explain how we’re fine in just a little bit. Just let me continue the story and we’ll get to it.” Jesse sat back down still a little unruffled, but was quiet and listened to his nephew. Jonathan continued. “We took Clark and the spacecraft with us, and gave our son a home.” Martha went over to where Clark was sitting, brushed her fingers through his hair and kissed him on the head. She then turned back to the rest of the family. “Clark was a handful growing up, just like any other kid. He was just a little extra special. He had some different abilities regular kids don’t have that we discovered he had as he grew up. We worked together to learn to control and understand them as they came along.” Jonathan went over to his son and gave him his set of keys. “Clark can you run home to Smallville and get that special video tape of you growing up? You know where it is right?” “Yeah, it’s hidden in you and mom’s dresser just under Mom’s hidden stash of chocolate.” Jonathan nodded and gave Clark a wink. “Alright, I’ll be back in just a minute.” The next instant Clark was gone in a gust of wind. Jonathan explained to the startled Duke family. “Clark can run at incredibly fast speeds. I’m not even sure how fast he is but it’s pretty dang fast. He can run from Smallville to Metropolis and back in less than three seconds. That’s just about like from here to Atlanta and back. Anyways, speed is only one of his powers. The other powers he has are that he’s incredibly strong-“ Mark cut in “- He can bench press a tractor…” Jonathan acknowledged Mark “Yes. He’s also invulnerable, has super hearing, and has x-ray and heat vision, and also ice breath.” All the Dukes were wowed, but Mark remembered what happened out with the General Lee and the cliff. “What about the floating?” Martha looked over at Mark. “He was floating?” Jonathan turned Martha’s head gently with his hand. “Yes Martha. He caught the General Lee when we went off Crying Curve. He caught it in midair, and stayed in midair until I was able to talk him down.” “That’s new…” “Yeah, that’s what I thought. We need to work on that one and make sure Clark has it under control.” At that moment there was a whoosh of sound and a little burst of wind as Clark reappeared in the Duke family room holding a videotape. The Dukes and Straits gasped at Clark’s sudden entrance, that he was holding the video tape, and that he wasn’t even breathing hard. Jonathan smiled as he saw his son “Welcome back son.” “Sorry it took me so long Dad.” Mark raised an eyebrow. “So long? You were only gone a couple minutes…” “Yeah, but there was a nasty storm in the middle of Arkansas. I got slowed down ‘cause I had to stop a couple of massive car accidents from happening. “Did anyone see you son?” “No sir. “Good.” Clark felt glad that he had made his father proud. Speaking of his dad, Clark snapped out of his thoughts. “Oh, and here’s your keys and the tape Dad.” He said handing them over. “Thanks Clark.” Jonathan held up the tape and explained to the family about why he had Clark go and retrieve it. “This video I asked Clark to bring back is one that Martha and I made of him as he grew up. It shows most of those powers that he’s developed.” Clark blushed recalling one of the events, “It shows me learning how to control them…” Jonathan popped the tape into the VCR and it began to play. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The screen filled with a four year old Clark running around the Kent farmyard barefoot chasing a tennis ball that Jonathan had just thrown and the little boy had missed. The ball bounced and landed in a deep crack beneath a root of a nearby tree. Little Clark laughed, ran to the tree and grabbed hold of a root with his tiny hand. He pulled up hard on the root. Surprisingly it came up along with about half of the other roots making the tree lean at an unnatural angle. Clark held onto the root and reached with his other hand and grabbed the tennis ball. He then pulled down on the root sticking it back in the ground and righting the tree as if nothing had happened. “Thank you twee.” He waved at the tree and ran back to his father holding the ball out in front of him as if it were a trophy. “Daddy! Daddy! Ball got stuck. I got it!” Jonathan who was startled at what his son did snapped out of the amazement at seeing his son move a tree. Yes he had seen Clark lift a 400 pound bed frame, but a tree was much… much different. He popped into parental mode. “You got it Clark. But son, remember we need to be careful outside and not pick up trees or heavy things like that.” “Okay Daddy. Wanna play again?” Jonathan laughed, “Okay son.” and threw the ball for his son to catch again. -- “You can’t catch me Daddy!” six year old Clark yelled as he ran from Jonathan in a game of tag. “Oh I think I can catch you Clark, better run fast ‘cause you’re going down.” “No way Dad!” Clark suddenly turned a little blurry as he disappeared from the foreground and then showed up in the background behind the side of the barn. Jonathan stopped in his tracks since he couldn’t see his son where he was a second ago. “Clark?” Clark who was surprised at what had just happened came out from behind the barn. “I’m here Daddy.” Martha’s voice could be heard as she and the camera ran towards her son. “Are you okay Clark?” “I’m fine Mommy. Dad told me to run fast so I did. I’m getting better. I can stop when I want now and go faster and slower…” Clark ran over to the front porch of the house and to the barn and then back to his parents again at a speed faster than an Olympic runner, and then in a speed that had him look like a little red blur. “See Mama, see Daddy?” Jonathan smiled proudly. “That a boy Clark.” -- Seven year old Clark stood at the base of the same tree he had lifted when he was just a little tyke. In the branches of the tree there was brand new tree house about fifteen feet above the ground. Clark stood at the base of the ladder leading up to the tree house, and Jonathan was a few feet to the side of Clark holding a ribbon and a pair of scissors. Jonathan looked at the camera snipping the ribbon in half. “And I officially declare that this tree house is operational and fully functioning. Clark. Would you do the honors of being the first one to enter this fine new establishment?” “Alright Dad!” Clark called excitedly and then immediately scaled the ladder. He made it into the tree house and looked around every nook and cranny nodding in approval. He then climbed the side of the tree house and perched on the roof of it with a big grin on his face. “This is awesome Mom, so cool Dad. I think I can see Pete’s house from here…” Martha’s voice was heard, laced with a little worry. “Clark, be careful up there. Please get back into the tree house sweetie.” “Alright Mom.” Clark started to crawl off the roof of his tree house, but suddenly his foot slipped and he fell off! “Clark!!!!!” The mother of the precious boy who fell let out an earth shattering shriek as she dropped the camera and ran to her son who had just fallen twenty feet. The picture of the tape became tilted and half covered by grass when it came into contact with the ground, but the Kent family was visible. Jonathan quickly looked over Clark to see if he was breathing, had a pulse and if he had any broken bones. “Clark can you hear me? Can you tell me where you hurt son?” Martha was on the verge of panic, already in tears, and was clinging to her son’s arm for dear life. Between sobs she managed to mumble out. “Oh Clark, please be alright… My beautiful baby.” Clark’s fingers visibly squeezed Martha’s arm as he opened his eyes. “Mommy. I’m okay. I’m okay Daddy.” Clark slowly sat up and then stood. There wasn’t a scratch on him. No broken bones, no scrapes, not even a bruise where he hit the ground. The only mark to be found from the accident was the crater in the earth that Clark had made where he landed. Jonathan was mystified, he looked over at Martha. “He really is okay.” -- Eleven year old Clark sat on the couch in the loft of the barn looking at his dad who was hiding something behind his back. “Alright Clark, concentrate, lets get this x-ray vision under control. What am I holding behind my back?” Clark squinted at his father as he tried to look through Jonathan’s body. Suddenly his eyes opened wide as he saw what it was his father was holding. “It’s a gift box with a big red bow. The label says it’s for Mom.” “Right son, now can you tell me what’s in the box?” Clark squinted again this time blushing crimson as he suddenly covered his eyes and looked away. “Dad! What are you doing having that for me to see behind your back?!?!” Jonathan laughed “I think you’ve got it under control. Lets go on inside.” -- In the barn loft on the table sat about twenty candles. Twelve year old Clark sat in a chair facing the table. Clark took a deep breath as he thought of those feelings that made him feel hot, and then squinted his eyes focusing on one candle. Suddenly that candle burst into flame. Seconds later another and then another candle burst into flame. Soon all twenty of the candles were lit and a gigantic smile crossed over Clark’s face. -- “Okay Dad, I’m going to try and cool this down” twelve year old Clark told his dad pointing to a boiling hot pot of water. Clark took a breath in, held it for a second. He could feel within his lungs the air cooling down at a rapid rate. Finally Clark let out a small stream of cold air from his lungs straight at the boiling water in the pot. The water in the pot instantly stopped bubbling. The camera zoomed in on the pot. A film of ice began to form on the top of the water as Clark kept on blowing. A minute later Clark stopped blowing and picked up the pot. He raised it in the air and then turned it over. The water that was boiling not two minutes before fell with a small cachink to an awaiting pan in a solid chunk of ice. Clark then squinted at the pot shaped ice cube. The ice began to melt again as soon as Clark’s heat vision hit it. A minute later the water was up to a rolling boil once again. Jonathan’s voice could be heard as the camera zoomed into Clark’s grin of triumph. “Great job son.” “Thanks dad.” -- Fourteen year old Clark stood in the middle of the barn with all of the farm equipment on creating a large amount of noise. The camera zoomed in on Jonathan’s face. He yelled over the noise that he was going to go to the other side of the room and whisper and that Clark had to try and listen and hear what he said. Clark, who had been wearing shades since the accident that blinded him, nodded in understanding. Jonathan walked to the other side of the barn to a particularly loud piece of equipment and began to whisper. Reading Jonathan’s lips we could see that he was whispering. “Concentrate Clark. Concentrate on my voice.” Clark tilted his head as he began to listen. He began to sort through all the noises being created from the equipment searching for the comforting sound of his father’s voice. Finally he caught hold of Jonathan’s very quiet whisper. “Clark, concentrate. Concentrate on my voice, son” As soon as Clark heard Jonathan, he called out “Dad!” and smiled. Jonathan stood and smiled proudly at his son. And then the screen went black. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jonathan pulled the tape out of the VCR ad sat back down watching the reactions of his family. Most of them were simply amazed at what they saw. They’d never seen anything like it, except for maybe from a sci-fi movie. Mark was excited. His cousin was an alien. This was so awesome! He ran upstairs and brought down a candle, he had to see for himself. “Hey Clark can you light this for us?” Clark chuckled, took a glance at the candle, and it burst into flame. “Awesome!” The Duke family then started asking questions about if they knew anymore about where Clark came from, what it was like having Clark have powers, how he developed them, how he had been blinded and then gotten his sight back, and just general stories of Clark growing up. The Kents happily answered, giving them full detail. They explained that the ship had set out a hologram of Clark’s biological father Jor-El telling him that Clark’s name was Kal-El and that he hailed from a planet called Krypton. Jonathan explained that Clark’s planet had somehow imploded, and that his son was the only known survivor since he had been sent away in the space pod, that they found, just before its destruction. They also told the Dukes about Kryptonite, the green meteor rocks that were once part of Clark’s home planet. He told them that they could seriously hurt Clark, if not kill him if he was exposed to them too long. It appeared that the Duke family was perfectly at ease with the information that was given to them about Clark’s alien-ness. Clark was still Clark. He was still part of their family. It didn’t matter that he originally came from outer space, and had inhuman powers. In their eyes, he was a Duke. And Dukes don’t turn their backs on Dukes. Jonathan and Martha continued to tell stories at the Dukes’ insistence, many of which made Clark blush profusely. They were all about him growing up and little glitches with his powers and mishaps that happened. He did admit they were funny, but they were embarrassing. Jonathan laughed. “The one time that Clark ever got sick and sneezed, we had to get a new barn door… He accidentally sneezed the old one off. We found the remains of it seven miles down the road.” Martha and Jonathan spent a good hour telling The Dukes stories that embarrassed Clark to the point that the teen was hiding his head in a couch cushion. Eventually to the relief of Clark, the topic of discussion went back to more serious things, like the General Lee and the trip it had off the cliff. Uncle Jesse and Martha were particularly interested in the details. Those who had been in the car when it happened, told those who hadn’t been there all about it. After he heard the details from Bo and Luke, and then Clark’s perspective on the incident, Jesse said a silent prayer of thanks that his kids had not been killed. The family deduced that those in the General Lee had been run off the cliff by someone who wanted them dead. And Bo and Luke made it known that they wanted to find whoever it was that did it and stop them. Bo said, “We need to catch these guys, they might just try and get us again when they find out we didn’t die after falling off the cliff. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to have to attend any of your funerals any time soon.” Clark grinned, “Don’t worry dad, we’ll find whoever it was. I know the sound of their engines, and guess what? I can hear what direction they’re headed right now.” Smiles cracked on every single face in the room. They had a secret weapon. “We’re gonna get ‘em.” With Clark’s abilities, I got no doubt that the Dukes’ll have them felons behind bars by the end o’ the day. Stick around. |
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| Carrie01 | Fri Oct 27, 2006 2:31 pm Post #51 |
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That was a really good update, Sammi! I loved the stories of Clark growing up with his abilities and I liked the way that the Dukes have accepted him as one of the family. Good work! :clap: :clap: :clap: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Tue Nov 14, 2006 11:29 pm Post #52 |
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Thanks again Carrie for your wonderful comments. Well here's the next update. -------------------------------------- Chapter 21 The corpulent county commissioner puffed on a cigar and paced the back room of the Boars Nest as he tried to process what his Sheriff told him and what it could mean. “Boss, I tell ya nobody was out there. There wasn’t no accident.” Rosco explained again to Boss Hogg about his findings out on Mourning Mountain. “I know you dipstick! I heard you the first time. It just doesn’t make sense. Why would those robbers lie about sending the Duke boys off the cliff?” Rosco shrugged and added trying to help. “Maybe they only imagined hitting the General Lee…” “No you numbskull! They wouldn’t do that! They specifically said that they sent that danged stock car off the cliff.” He sighed. “We’ll just figure this out later. Rosco, go track them down and confiscate back the money they stole from me. …Well what are you doin’ just standin’ there for? Git goin’ ya bonehead!” “I’m gone.” Rosco left the Boars Nest and began patrolling Hazzard looking for any sign of the escaped felons. He went up and down all the streets in town and then branched out checking all the main roads in the county. He had been out for about an hour without any sign of anything when suddenly a voice from the CB startled him out of his concentration on the landscape. “This is Deputy Enos Strait calling Sheriff Rosco. Sheriff ya got your ears on?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A train of cars raced away from the Duke farm. Bo, Luke, Clark, and Mark in the General Lee were in the lead. They were followed by Enos in his patrol car, Daisy and Lily in Dixie, Mindy Sue in the blue pick up, and then Uncle Jesse in the old white pick up. Now ain’t that a sight? Them crooks better run right quick if they don’t wanna get caught by that trail of Dukes. What do ya reckon the Dukes got as a plan? At Clark’s declaration and the subsequent grins on their faces, all the Dukes all got up and scrambled to the cars. Luke got everyone in order and laid down a plan. And then they were off. After driving for a while hot on the trail of the bad guys thanks to Clark’s super hearing, on the private channel only the Duke family used, Luke picked up the mike and began to address the other cars. “Alright everybody, we’re just about ready to put the plan into action. Enos, now’s the time ta talk ta Rosco. Everyone, switch to the police channel.” All those that were in the line of cars chasing Dirk and Norm obediently switched their CB channels. Enos picked up his mike took a deep breath in and thought “Well... here goes nothing” and then began to speak. “This is Deputy Enos Strait calling Sheriff Rosco. Sheriff ya got your ears on?” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rosco jolted out of his concentration, picked up his CB handle and answered slightly annoyed, “This is Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane. I’m listenin’ you dipstick, what do you want?” “Sheriff, I’m requesting to be put back on duty.” Rosco’s eyebrows came together as he wondered why Enos would ask to be put back to work. He answered confusedly “What for?” Enos’s voice almost contained a giggle but it was well hidden. “Bo, Luke and the kids nearly got run off Cryin’ Cliff by a couple of no gooders. The Dukes and I are on their trail and I wanna be able ta bust ‘em when we catch ‘em. Over.” Rosco’s answer was immediate. “Alright ya dipstick, you’re on duty. You go and cuff ‘em and stuff ‘em. An stuff ‘em good.” “Yes Sir.” Rosco knew that he wouldn’t be able to find the escaped felons by himself. He knew that with Enos and the rest of the Dukes on the case that it would get done right away. He just needed to know now where the Duke party was. “Enos what’s your twenty?” “We’re on Snake Nation Road headed north towards Chickasaw County, just past the abandoned barn.” “Alright, I’m a comin’ I’m a comin’” Rosco giggled before he signed out and changed directions heading north. He pet Flash on the head and whispered to her, “We’re gonna get ‘em Flash.” and then rushed off towards the Dukes and their prey. He was ready to search with an even greater fervor. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Dirk and Norm fled from Boss Hogg’s office in the Boars Nest, they drove off and hid in an old abandoned barn for a little while. They had to come up with a game plan. They knew they had to get out of there and away from anyone who would try and recapture them. They would not go back to prison without putting up a fight. After a long deliberation, they decided to get out of Hazzard by way of Chickasaw County and then head west out of Georgia. Going into the lion’s den with Sheriff Little, they figured the closer they were to danger, the farther away from harm they’d be. It would be the last thing anyone would expect. That don’t make sense to me, but hey, I ain’t a villain in this story. Dirk and Norm got back into their stolen Sedan and Civic and headed out. Unfortunately for them, they had just gotten on the road when Clark tuned in his super hearing and caught hold of the sound of their engines. They didn’t know that there was no way that the Dukes would let them go now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The General Lee roared as he tore up the roads charging forward leading the Dukes to their prey just like old times. Clark gave his father directions when the felons made any change in their direction. Jonathan with great skill turned and kept up the fast pace of this car chase, as did the rest of the Dukes and Rosco since he had joined the train of cars soon after his CB conversation with Enos. The General pressed forward with zeal. Soon Clark told his dad that they were only about a hundred yards away from the two cars carrying the bad guys. He gave Luke a nod, and Luke picked up the CB. “Alright, time for part B. They’re about a hundred yards ahead of us. We’re comin’ up on Miller’s Field, we’ll have space there. When we get there Uncle Jesse and Daisy split right and take their side, Mindy Sue and Rosco, split left and take their other side. Enos keep where you are behind. You all follow them on the loop, we are gonna take a shortcut and get ahead of ‘em.” With and a giggle of “Cuff ‘em and stuff ‘em” from Rosco, and acknowledgements and sign outs from the others, they did precisely what Luke said. Bo took a hard turn and cut through the brush that kept the Hazzard loop, a loop instead of a circle, and came out just before the field and in front of the felons. Dirk who was ahead of Norm in the escape cars swore as he saw the General Lee cut in front of him. “I thought we ran you off the cliff!” he yelled angrily. Through gritted teeth he pressed his foot down on the accelerator and sped up quickly with the intent of running the General Lee off the road. At that moment, five other cars became visible to the upset crooks. Four of the cars split to the sides and sped up catching them. One set of cars was on both sides of his car, and the other on the sides of Norm’s car. The fifth car, a cop car sped up and was uncomfortably close to Norm’s bumper. Dirk saw what the Dukes were trying to do. His eyes darted everywhere trying to find a way to get out of this trap. He figured the best way would to be hit that danged orange stock car, make it wreck badly, and while the other cars stop to make sure they’re alright, make a get away. Dirk put the petal to the metal and surged forward. Suddenly the General Lee began to slow down. Dirk instinctively hit the brake pedal at the lit brake lights ahead of him even though he had originally intended on hitting the General. The four cars on the sides of them slowly began to creep inwards, and the police car behind got even closer to the tail of Norm’s car. Both crooks tried to squeeze out of the small spaces between the cars, but were sorely disappointed when they couldn’t get out. They merely bumped the cars that were slowly enclosing them in. Dirk hit the General, but with Bo driving, there was no chance that the General would crash. The blonde Duke slowed down even further once Dirk’s front bumper collided with the General’s fender. All the cars slowed down and moved in until there was no more room for the Civic and Sedan to move. Dirk and Norm were forced to stop. He didn’t stop happily. Dirk bumped the General Lee one last time with an irritable punch of the accelerator before he finally came to a stop. Enos and Rosco jumped out of their police cars and ran to the driver’s doors of the Sedan and Civic respectfully. Rosco’s voice overpowered the silence of the air as he pulled out his gun. “Awwright Freeeeeeze!” Enos followed suit with his superior officer and pulled out his own gun and looked Dirk in the eye. “Y’all are under arrest now. Please put your hands up in the air and get out of the car so we can take you into custody.” Dirk scowled darkly and in an instant pulled out the gun in his hand that he had been holding in his pocket, and aimed it at Enos’s chest. He held it there just long enough for everybody to gasp and Daisy to scream her husband’s name before he pulled the trigger. “EEEENOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” The bullet left the barrel of the gun at what seemed a snail’s pace. In the blink of an eye Clark Kent ran from his parents’ side to his Uncle Enos at super speed. The teen as quick as lightning reached his hand out and caught the bullet, reached forward and bent the barrel of Dirk’s gun and ran right back to his original spot next to his mom and dad as if nothing had happened. Enos stood still with his eyes closed. When the sound of the shot quieted down he peeked open an eye. When he decided he didn’t feel any pain he opened the other eye and then got to business. He saw that the barrel of Dirk’s gun was bent so he saw his chance. Enos rushed forward, opened the car door and roughly pulled Dirk out. He grabbed the felon’s wrist, jerked the gun out of this guy’s hand, and twisted his arm behind his back sliding a handcuff on it. The deputy then just as quickly grabbed the other wrist and cuffed it just the same as the first. No matter how hard Dirk could squirm or fiddle with the cuffs, there was no getting out. There was no doubt about it, Dirk was caught. Rosco at Norm’s car had a little less difficulty than Enos did with Dirk. Rosco had grabbed Norm and cuffed him before Dirk even pulled his gun on Enos. The sheriff let out a surprised and scared “gyuu…” at the sound of the gunshot but smiled when he saw that the gun had misfired out of a busted barrel. Everybody else was in shocked surprise as they saw what happened. Daisy let out a breath that she had been holding since after her scream. Watching the events unfold, she finally relaxed when she saw that her husband was alright and that he had caught the bad guy. Daisy and the rest of the Dukes were so very proud of both Enos, and of Clark. Thems that were in the know shot Clark a glance with twinkles in their eyes knowing what that special teen did to save Enos’ life. There were especially big smiles at Enos’ capture of the bad guys. It just went to remind them at how good he had gotten as a cop. Enos had really developed from that shy and insecure young deputy he used to be, to the calm and confident police official he was now. Enos took Dirk and stuffed him into the police car just after Rosco stuffed the baddie’s partner in crime into it first with a “I cuffed ya and now I’m stuffin’ ya. Get in there.” Enos approached the window and addressed his prisoners. “Alright now, no more foolin’ around.” Enos then proceeded to read Dirk his rights, and he did it from memory and fairly quickly too. Bo was impressed. Enos sure has come a long way ain’t he? Enos took Dirk and Norm back to the Hazzard Police station and then called into the state saying that they finally caught the escaped convicts. Dirk and Norm were sent off to the state Penitentiary where they stayed for the rest of their original sentence and then a lot more beside. Jail break, Grand theft auto, and attempted murder landed them a good deal more years, they weren’t gonna see the light of day anytime this century. The Dukes all returned to the farm and the next day passed without much incident. Bo and Luke put their heads together and realized that the two bad guys were men they had put in prison almost twenty years ago. The two had done something very illegal and had very nearly made the Dukes lose the farm. Dirk and Norm must have wanted revenge… the Duke Boys just shook their heads and Bo smiled… “Only in Hazzard.” Boss Hogg came to the farm the day after the capture and personally asked if everything was alright and if anybody was hurt in the incident with the escaped convicts. Boss then offered to pick up the bill if anybody was actually hurt. Although aware of Boss’ tie to breaking them out and hiring Dirk and Norm to mess with his family, thanks to Clark telling him, Uncle Jesse wasn’t angry. He sensed that Boss hadn’t meant for things to happen how they did. Boss Hogg went to many lengths to get Bo and Luke in jail, but Jesse knew that Boss would never intentionally hurt or have someone hurt any of his family that way. Jesse Duke had known Jefferson Davis Hogg for over seventy years. They’d played together as children, chased women together as teens, and ran moonshine together, being the closest of friends for the longest time. But then J.D.’s priorities changed from importance on family and friends to gaining power and money… and their friendship drifted apart. Then one time J.D. betrayed Jesse. Jesse ended up unscathed, but that incident marked the end of the friendship between him and Jefferson Davis. They became more like enemies, no longer the friends that they had once been. They may have been enemies longer than they had been friends now, but J.D. occasionally showed some sign of that precious sense of friendship and care for the Dukes that he had once had. Those moments were few and far between, but this was one of those times. At this time Jesse could see that Boss’ feelings of concern and his apology were genuine. The Duke Clan patriarch sighed and placed a wrinkled and well weathered hand on his old friend and enemy’s shoulder and simply told him “Thank you”. In that fleeting moment, the two elders locked eyes and a certain amount of understanding passed between them. All was forgiven, nothing else needed to be said. |
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| Carrie01 | Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:34 pm Post #53 |
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That was great! I liked it when Clark caught the bullet and bent the gun barrel, that was a nice touch.
:D Please tell me that wasn't the last chapter! :unsure: I want to know what happens next! :supes1: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Wed Nov 15, 2006 3:43 pm Post #54 |
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Thank you dear Carrie
:D :hug: I thought that Clark saving Enos would be interesting. You're right, that's not the last chapter. I think I may have one more chapter in me in this fic, but don't worry, I have a sequel in mind. I just need to organize a plot... |
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| Carrie01 | Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:03 pm Post #55 |
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Yippeee! Another chapter!! :bounce: :bounce: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Sun Dec 3, 2006 9:12 pm Post #56 |
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Alright, here's the last chapter of Bo Kent Who? I hope you all enjoy it. This has been a blast writing it. Thanks for all the support and great reviews. ------------------- Chapter 22 The sun was shining and the birds were singing within the depths of Hazzard Forest. The squirrels were chattering away collecting food for the winter, and the newly independent baby birds were singing their triumph over their childhood song that day. The hustle and bustle of Mother Nature’s daily life took a pause, and the flora and fauna witnessed something that none of them had ever seen in any of their lives before, and would likely never see again. A person flying. Clark Kent stood on the twenty foot cliff within the Hazzard Forest, looking dusty, dirty, tired, and frustrated. Jonathan Kent stood at the base of the cliff and looked up at his son with an encouraging smile on his face. “Alright Clark, I need you to concentrate on that feeling you had a little bit harder. You hovered a little in the air on your last jump. That feeling is the key. Find it and then use it. You can do it son. I believe in you.” “Alright Dad, I’ll try one more time...” Clark said with a tired but determined look on his face. He stood there on the edge of the cliff for just another moment, and then stepped off the edge intending to get a hold of the power to defy gravity and hover. Clark felt the familiar pit in the stomach everyone gets, as he fell. The lightning quick mind of the young alien changed from focusing on the ground to what his father had just told him. He concentrated hard and forced the offending pit in the stomach to go away. Now feeling calm, he then concentrated on thinking up, and that the sky was his friend. If all went right, according to his dad he’d be able to hover. Gravity had taken him half the distance to the ground when the thought of friendly skies crossed Clark’s mind. In that instant everything slowed to almost a stop. Clark looked around at the stillness all around him. Finally he looked down and noticed that he had stopped in midair! A small smile crossed his lips as he looked down, and then up. There was a knowing look in his eyes. That thing that had impaired him from flight before was now gone. He knew how to do this. This felt natural. This felt…right. Clark smirked, clenched one of his hands into a fist and then raised it up into the air. At the same moment he raised his fist, Clark began to ascend higher and higher into the air. Time sped back up into normality seconds after Clark began to move. The teen ended up fifty feet higher than the top of the cliff he had stepped off just a moment before when he decided to stop and look down. Jonathan stood proudly as he watched his son soar into the sky. From his point of view, Jonathan could see the joy and elation in Clark’s countenance. He could see the triumphant look in his son’s eyes when Clark leaned forward, becoming horizontal and begun to move. He was getting control of movement up there! Now would you look at that…? Folks, ain’t that an incredible sight… Once moving up there, everything felt natural to Clark. He knew exactly what to do and how to do it. With a thought, Clark turned and leveled himself with the trees. He smiled and then surged forward heading straight for a trunk. At the last second before impact, he turned with a thought and weaved around the tree. He did the same thing with the next tree, only he weaved the other way. Clark spent the next five minutes weaving in and out of the trees practicing speed, precision, and agility. When satisfied at the proficiency of this new skill, Clark flew up to the top of a tree and paused for a moment. He looked down at his dad with a grin and then dove head first towards the ground. Clark recalled the excitement of when his dad jumped the General Lee with him and did exactly what Bo did in the General, and what Bo would have done had he been the one diving at speeds faster than an eagle chasing down a rabbit… He let out a mighty yell. “YEEEEEEEEHAWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” At the very last second, the young teen pulled up and sped past his dad dragging his toes on the ground. With a jubilant smile, Clark picked up his feet and flew around his father a couple times. Finally Clark brought himself down and landed gracefully. As soon as his feet touched the ground Clark ran, flung his arms wide and embraced his father. And what a hug it was. Neither of them had held the other with that amount of happiness and love. Jonathan with great pride held his son in the embrace and let the tears flow from his eyes. He held onto his only son with a fierceness that would rival a bear hug. The blonde haired father held his son tight and whispered in his son’s ear just how proud he was of him. Clark let a few of his own tears slide. For a few moments the father and son held each other there in profound understanding and happiness. After a few minutes, Jonathan let go of his son with a squeeze of the shoulder. With a playful spark in his eye, Clark saw a chance of a surprise for his dad, and took it. He grabbed Jonathan and then quickly reached for that feeling of weightlessness. Instantly Clark soared into the air with a very surprised Jonathan in the crook of his arm. Clark raised his free fist above his head and used it for balance and steering… but mostly it was out there like that because it just looked so dang good. Clark took Jonathan high into the air, above the canopy of the trees, and then headed straight towards the mountains. Jonathan marveled at the feeling of weightlessness, and the sensation of the wind blowing on his face...and everywhere else. It reminded him a little, of the very first time he jumped the General Lee. Rosco had been chasing him and Luke for speeding, even though they weren’t speeding for once. Somehow Rosco was able to cut off all escapes and had them cornered up against a creek. Bo surprised Luke when he didn’t stop the General, but accelerated. The adventure through the air lasted only a few seconds but the feeling in both their stomachs during that time was indescribable exhilaration. To top off their indescribable and joyous feeling, they had cleared the creek by over twenty feet which was an amazing feat by someone who had never done that before. Pulling out of his thoughts, Jonathan reveled in the thrilling feeling of speed and nothing else but his son being in charge of where they went. Bo and Clark met eyes and then both burst out into wicked grins when they saw what was nearby. They were coming up to the cliffs, and the same thought went through their minds. “Lets do it!” Clark clinched his fist even harder which caused him to speed up. Reaching the edge of the cliff, he pitched himself and Bo headfirst over. As fast as a peregrine falcon, Clark and Bo dove towards the ground. Two magnificent rebel yells pierced the air and reverberated through the hills as the father and son plunged down at breakneck speeds. Then just as swiftly as they took off, they gracefully pulled out of the dive. Clark glided over to a nearby tree and landed in it perching both himself and Jonathan in the highest branch that would hold them both. Both of them caught their breath as they looked back at the cliff where they had just come from. They sat there watching for a few minutes until Clark spontaneously hugged Jonathan. “I love you Dad, and thank you.” Jonathan hugged his son back and then pulled back leaving his hand on Clark’s shoulder. He said sincerely “No, son. Thank you.” Clark looked at Jonathan, puzzled. “For what Dad?” “For taking me on that flight… for being the most wonderful son in the world, and also for being willing to come to Hazzard with your mother and me.” Clark grinned. “Hey it was no problem, and I love Hazzard. I’m glad you brought me here. It’s an amazing place.” “Yeah it is, isn’t it?” Jonathan sighed and thought that this was a good a time as ever. He took a breath in and said, “Clark, there’s been something I’ve been needing to talk to you about.” “What is it? Have I done something wrong?” He smiled. “No son, it’s nothing like that. In fact you’ve done so much that is right. I’m so proud of you for that.” Jonathan sighed and cleared his throat getting ready for what he needed to say. Clark sat dangling his legs over the branch that they still sat on, not sure what to expect from his father. “Clark, son, I talked with Uncle Jesse a few days ago and he asked me something that I had already been thinkin’ a lot about on my own. There isn’t any real easy way of asking you this Clark and it may sound blunt and come out of the blue, but what would you think if you, me, and your mother moved to Hazzard?” Clark sat stone still with no expression on his face. But in his head, thoughts went wild. ‘Stay in Hazzard? Is Dad nuts? What sort of question is that? He isn’t the only one who’s been thinking about living here. This place is awesome! There’s cute girls… I saw them when I was up in the air… there’s cars, and best of all… family. Mark is so cool. I’ve never had a real friend like him before. I can’t believe Dad is actually asking me this. I thought he’d think living here would be a shoo in. Oh well, parent’s are so dense sometimes. I better tell him what I think.’ Clark’s blank expression turned into one great smile. He said “Dad, I think it’s a great idea.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” Clark continued on in saying that he thought that it would be so awesome to live here around friends and family. He also asked when they would be moving. Jonathan’s eyes twinkled and his lips moved into that famous Bo smile of his as an idea flitted through his head. “I don’t know yet. I need to talk to your mother first, I haven’t even mentioned moving here to her yet, but I got an idea on how I’ll propose it to her.” Clark just smiled, took hold of Jonathan’s arm and then lifted off into the air with a laugh. “Then I suggest you get to it soon dad, I can’t wait.” Did y’all see that look in ol’ Bo’s eye? I wonder what he’s got cookin’ up. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jonathan and Clark got back to the Duke farm soon after Mark had gotten home from school, and the sapphire eyed teen was really excited when he spotted his cousin coming in from the door. He had been told that Uncle Bo and Clark would be going into the forest to help Clark learn how to control that floating power earlier that afternoon. Mark bolted towards Clark and tackled him in an excited hug and blurted out all the questions he had been thinking about all day instead of paying attention at school. “Clark, Clark! Did you get it under control? Can you fly? How high can you go? What is it like? I still think it is so cool that you are an alien. Did you learn anything when you were up there in the sky? Can you do loop de loops? What about flying upside down? Will you take me flying?” Jonathan just laughed, walked by the hyper young Duke, and let his just as excited son take care of answering all Mark’s questions on his own. Soon he heard the two teens talking animatedly. He just smiled and walked on. Bo headed to the family room where Mindy Sue was taking a break and just visiting with Uncle Jesse who was resting in his rocking chair. Bo came behind Mindy Sue and gave her a hug and a kiss on the neck. He then looked up and gave his attention to his uncle. Jesse smiled at his nephew and said. “Well how did things go out there? I can hear them youngin’s chatterin’ away, I assume it’s all good news.” Bo grinned “Yes sir it is. Clark got full control of that hovering ability. Better than that even. He can fly.” He added with a twinkle in the eye as he remembered that dive. “In fact he took me for a flight and it was… incredible.” Jesse looked over Bo’s face with a scrutinizing gaze and saw that familiar look his nephew always had when he had done something that was dangerous. “Now boy, I know that look. Ya sure yer alright? Anythin’ ya’ve done that could’ve gotten ya hurt ya wanna talk ta us about?” Bo chuckled and shook his head slightly. “Nothing could ever get by you Uncle Jesse.” Jesse stifled a smile “ Yer dang right Bo. Just ‘cause I’m getting’ old doesn’t mean I can’t see what’s right there in front of my face. ‘Sides, it’s my job. So… anythin’ ya wanna tell us?” He chuckled again and nodded. “Something exciting happened while we were out there practicing, but everything was under control.” Jesse’s gaze bored into Bo’s skull compelling Bo to continue. “Well, Clark was in control when we dove headfirst off a cliff…” He quickly changed the subject quickly when he saw Jesse and Mindy Sue’s shocked faces by grabbing Mindy Sue by the arm and smiling back at his uncle giving him a wink. “Now if you don’t mind, I’ll tell ya more details later, but there are a couple things I need ta talk with Mindy Sue about that are pretty urgent.” He jerked his head towards the direction of the General Lee. Since Bo had talked his plan for the afternoon over with Jesse earlier, the clan patriarch let his initial reaction of wanting to interrogate and chew his nephew out slide, and nodded. “Alright Bo, but I wanna hear every detail ‘bout this ‘venture o’ yours later. Mindy Sue, make sure he does now, okay?” Both Mindy Sue and Bo smiled and said. “Yes sir.” And then bid farewell to their Uncle, walking away arm in arm. Husband and wife walked through the kitchen, passed the two teens, who were still talking and laughing, and headed out the door without another thought. Bo reached the General Lee first .He bowed down low and held his hand out to Mindy Sue. “Your chariot awaits m’lady.” Mindy Sue took his hand and then Bo expertly picked her up and slid her in through the open window. He then slid over the hood and slipped into the driver’s seat and then they were off. Bo held Mindy Sue’s hand as they took a drive through Hazzard County. Bo drove them through all the sights that they normally visited, back when they were two young loves. He and Mindy Sue spent a lot of time reminiscing and remembering the fun they had in all the places they drove by, the fields, the caves, the mountains, they were all amazing. Finally Jonathan drove to the place he had purposely saved for last. Hazzard Pond. Martha saw where they stopped and looked over to her husband. “Bo, why did we stop here?” Bo kissed his wife, helped her out of the car, and then pulled out a hidden picnic basket from the backseat. “I thought I’d treat you to an afternoon outing where we can talk, and maybe have some dinner.” He motioned to the basket. He added waggling his eyebrows “And maybe some desert too.” “Oh you Bo Duke!” Martha smiled and playfully smacked her husband. Bo just smiled his famous Duke smile and kissed Mindy Sue again stopping whatever else she was going to say. The kiss lasted a few moments, but eventually they broke apart long enough for them to make it over to the shore line where Jonathan pulled out the old checkered picnic blanket, creating a nice area where he and Martha could enjoy themselves. Bo and Mindy Sue had spent a good deal of time on that blanket. It was the same one that they had been sitting on over sixteen years before, the day they first got engaged. They had used that old cloth many a time for a food place and for comfort, and now it provided them a place for a welcome distraction of the chaotic-ness of the rest of the world. For the moment, only the two people on that blanket in the secluded area by the pond existed. Jonathan and Martha sat together and just cuddled under the sunlight. There was a little bit of talking… it didn’t really matter what they talked about, they just enjoyed talking to the other with their undivided attention and affection. Both were enjoying it, and then Jonathan decided to get to the topic that he had been thinking about and what he needed to talk to Martha about. “Martha sweetheart. I’ve been thinking a lot since we’ve come home to Hazzard.” “I know that Bo, I have too.” “About what darlin?” “About a lot of things. About Smallville, about Hazzard. Mostly about Hazzard. Jonathan honey, there ‘s been something Uncle Jesse asked me and I’ve been thinking about it. And I’ve been wanting to ask you about it.” Jonathan placed lifted her chin with his fingers and gently laid a kiss upon her lips. “You don’t have to ask sweetheart. Uncle Jesse came to me with what he came to you with. An’ I’ve been thinkin’ on it too.” He kissed her again with a smile. “It’s what I wanted ta ask you while we were out here.” Mindy Sue’s eyes twinkled. “Well… I guess we have an answer. What do you think Clark will say to us coming home to Hazzard for good?” Bo caressed Mindy Sue’s face gazing deeply into her eyes. “He’s going ta love it.” Mindy Sue grinned and pulled away from her husband, standing up. “Well then, I guess we better get used to Hazzard again. What do you say about having a ‘dip’?” Mindy Sue didn’t let Jonathan have enough time to answer before she shot off towards the pond giggling like she was a little girl. “Last one in gets to give the other a foot massage!” Bo stared after her slack jawed for just a second his mind reeling ‘Dang, I forgot what Hazzard brings out in her.’ but then shot off just behind her giving her a run for her money. But it turned out that the beautiful redhead beat the blonde by a lot more than just a hair. And it was just the way that that blonde wanted it. Jonathan held his wife in a very wet embrace after catching her. “I love you Mindy Sue.” Martha melted into her husband’s arms. “And I love you Bo.” And here folks is the endin’ to our strange story, right where it started. With them two in each other’s arms. This tale of lovin’ began at Hazzard Pond and it ended at Hazzard Pond. Course it ain’t the end of their love. Oh no, far from it. They’re gonna love each other forever, just as it should be with any of the Duke family. … … What Ya’ll still doin’ here? Oh, don’t y’all get yer feathers in a tizzy. This ain’t the end of the entire story. The Kent’s in Hazzard’ll just be a yarn for another time. Until then, see ya’ll later. The End. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- If you have any ideas for a sequel, that would be awesome to hear about what you might want to see in my next story. |
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| Carrie01 | Mon Dec 4, 2006 2:10 pm Post #57 |
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Sammi, that was a perfect ending to your story. I loved the part where Jonathan was helping Clark fly and your descriptions of him flying were great. I hope you write another Bo, Kent, Who? story soon. Great work! :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: :clap: |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Mon Dec 4, 2006 2:14 pm Post #58 |
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Carrie, I want to thank you so much for reading my story and giving me such great feedback. It really does make my day every time I read it. Don't worry, the next Bo Kent Who story is starting to form a cloud in the brainstorming in my head if that makes any sence :LOL: I'll likely get the first chapter out soon into the new year. |
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| Carrie01 | Mon Dec 4, 2006 2:34 pm Post #59 |
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Protector of Jonathan's Legacy
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Sammi, it was a real pleasure reading your story. I liked the way you managed to include so many different aspects like relationships, humor, sadness and beautiful descriptive passages. Please write another story soon as I'm going to miss my regular does of Bo, Kent, Who? :sob: Inspired by the great writers on this board I've finally got up the courage to try and write my own fanfic. I've posted the first chapter here it's called Jonathan & Martha: The Early Years. I would really value your opinion on my first attempt at fanfiction. :) |
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| SamwiseAtHeart | Mon Dec 4, 2006 2:42 pm Post #60 |
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I'm glad that I could have made you happy with this story. It's what I was hoping I'd do. Make you and every other person who has read it to feel good and learn something, and just enjoy the growth of the characters. I will go and have a look at your story right now. I have no doubt that it is and will continure to be a great story. Thanks again for everything :hug: |
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