Rating: PG-13 for topics involving sex. Nothing explicit, not even close, but safety is the best policy!
Disclaimer: I don't own them Duke boys, although it sure wouldn't hurt my feelings if Bo wanted to let me borrow him. D I don't own "The Balladeer" Or anything like that.... Funny how life goes, huh?
Author's Notes: This is my first time delving into the Dukes of Hazzard fandom... I'm a long time fan of the show, but I hadn't seen any episodes for a long time. Up until my cousins got the DVD set. Then I got one today! Yay me! Any reviews are appreciated! Thanks!!!! Anything in bold in this story is a Balladeer comment. D
Chapter 1: Bo and Becky
Bo Duke was never happier than when he was doing what he was doing right this moment. Sitting in the driver's seat of the Dodge Charger he shared with his cousin Luke, who just so happened to be in the passenger's seat. The Charger was the one thing that had saved the Duke boy's hides on repeated occasions, and was known fondly as the General Lee. Bo was enjoying himself entirely too much, and that was because he was doing what he did best. Irritating the sheriff and his deputies. He and Luke had had years of practice in that particular activity. A glance in the rearview mirror brought a smile to Bo's face. They had Sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane mad...real mad. And nothing was more fun than making Rosco mad.
Bo hit the dixie horn as he shifted gears, then let out his signature rebel yell, "Yeeeeeeeeehaaaaaaaa!" Boy, this was fun!
He grinned like a possum as he realized they were coming up on a low ditch, with a neat pile of dirt right in front of it. They were going to have to jump it. "Hold on, Luke!" he yelled, as the General soared over the ditch, and landed hard, but safe, on the other side. Bo looked back over his shoulder and laughed, as he saw Rosco swing the car around and slam on brakes, skidding in the dirt to avoid the ditch. He looked a Luke with a grin before he skidded onto another dirt road.
Bo smiled again, when they pulled into the driveway of a two story white house with two fancy cars in the driveway.
Have ya noticed yet how them boys are always smilin'? Well, that there is about to change.
Bo's girlfriend, Rebecca Dover, lived in the big house and she was the only thing Bo loved more than making Rosco mad.
Bo had met Rebecca in school two years earlier, at the beginning of their Junior year, when Rebecca had just moved to Hazzard County. She had walked into school with a button-up top, jeans, and a pair of glasses, toting an extra book under her arm to read on her free time. Bo had nearly laughed at her. She didn't fit in with Hazzard County girls, most of whom were more concerned with their hair than their grades. But not Rebecca. She took all the hardest classes. And aced them. Bo was used to all the girls who just dated him because he was Bo Duke. Every girl wanted to date him anyway. But Rebecca had shown no interest in him whatsoever. He didn't try hard enough in his classes to suit her. And she only dated the really smart guys. The simple fact that she didn't like him was enough to make Bo like her. He'd worked hard to prove himself to her, and apparently, it had worked. He'd asked her to Junior Prom, and she'd gone with him. They'd been together ever since, nearly inseperable. He was totally sure he was in love with her.
Rebecca's father, however, did not share his daughter's love for the tall Duke boy. He hated him, in fact. He considered the Dover family far above a bunch of moonshining Georgia hicks like the Dukes.
But Rebecca had fought for Bo until her father had given in, and allowed her to date him. They made quite the couple, Bo, the suntanned, six foot three, blue-eyed blonde with the rebel yell, and the smile that would melt a week's worth of snow, and Rebecca, the fair-skinned, five foot five, blue eyed brunette, with glasses, and the best grade in Hazzard. Period. Class valedictorian...That was Rebecca.
Boy, what that girl's doin' runnin' around with a good ol' boy like Bo, nobody'll ever know.
Bo climbed out the window of the car and said, "Luke, you take the General on home. Tell Uncle Jesse we'll be there for supper in a little bit."
"OK. See ya later, cousin." Luke replaced his cousin in the driver's seat, and took off.
Bo walked up to the door and knocked as politely as he could.
Rebecca's father answered the door. "Oh...it's you."
"Nice to see you, too, Mr. Dover," Bo replied, just as if the older man had greeted him kindly.
"Rebecca, your friend's here."
"Be right there, Daddy," Rebecca said, running to her bathroom to wash her face before heading down stairs to see Bo.
Now that there, is a flower of southern womanhood. Underneath them glasses, that's one of the pertiest girls in Hazzard County.
"Hey, Bo," she said.
"Hey, Becky," he replied. He was the only person on God's green earth that Rebecca allowed to call her Becky.
Mr. Dover shot a dirty look Bo's way and reminded him that her name was Rebecca.
Is it just me, or is that fella one pain in the rump?
Bo nodded with a semi-respectful, "Yessir."
"Daddy, I'm eatin' supper with the Dukes," Rebecca said, in her light Southern accent.
"Rebecca, your mother already fixed your supper."
"I'll eat it for lunch tomorrow. Uncle Jesse's fryin up a mess of fish, and I promised I'd be there."
Bo thought Rebecca's voice sounded strained and tired. As if she hadn't gotten any sleep, and there was a dang good reason. He figured on asking her what was wrong on the way to his house.
"Fine!" he said, "Go on. When'll you be home."
"Late. I gotta work."
She reached for her light sweater and hung it gently around her shoulders. "Let's go, Bo."
Bo nodded, tipping his hat to Rebecca's mother. He took Rebecca's hand and closed the door behind them.
Uh-huh. Free at last.
As they were walking down the dirt road, Bo turned to face his girlfriend. "Becky, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she said, her voice breaking a little.
"Nothing, my backside!" he replied, toning down his language in the presence of a lady.
"It's nothing, Bo. I don't wanna talk about it.""
"Is it college? Did you not get in?"
"I got in, no problem. I just can't go."
"Why not? You've got more than enought money."
"It's not money. It's something else."
"Well, what the heck is it?"
"Bo..."
"What? It can't be a big deal. You'll find a way to go. And besides..." he said, pulling her close. "It can't be anything..." he kissed her, "...that a little bit of love can't fix."
Well, ya see, it was that little bit of love that got that girl into this mess to start with.
"No!" she said, pushing Bo away. "Lord, Bo! Don't you ever think about anything other than that?"
"Well, sure I do," Bo replied in a deeply offended manner.
"Well, act like it! Bo, we messed up."
"Don't follow," Bo said, looking deep into her eyes.
"We made a big mistake.
"What kinda mistake?" he asked fearfully, pulling her close again, all the mischief gone from his demeanor.
She looked back into his eyes, hoping to find him stronger than she was. Hoping to find something that could be strong for her when she was weak. But she saw only fear. She took a deep breath and let it out. "Bo, I'm pregnant."
"Oh, my Lord!" Bo exclaimed. In that moment, he had been transformed from a cocky teenager to a frightened little boy. "That ain't funny!" he declared.
"It's not a joke, Bo. It's not supposed to be funny. I'm pregnant, and you're my baby's daddy. We are having a baby, ready or not."
Bo wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Not when Becky wasn't crying. He tried to hug her, but she wouldn't let him. She walked past him, and he just stood there a few seconds, listening to her bare feet falling on the dirt road. "Becky?" Bo called, his voice trembling.
"What is it, Bo?"
He studied his dusty boots. "I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry, too," she said, sounding resigned, like a little girl who had finally realized that her dreams were going to be crushed.
Bo sighed. Thanks to him, she was going to be forced to give up her dreams of going to college and studying medicine. He had ruined her life. He swore under his breath, knowing full well that it mad her mad to here him cuss. She said that only unintelligent people cussed. Bo figured he was pretty darn unintelligent anyway.
"Bo," she said, tears beginning to fill her eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Bo, please don't leave me," she whispered against the knot in her throat.
"Oh, no!" he said, opening his arms. A whole river of relief washed over him as she accepted his embrace. "I'll never leave you. Especially not now."
"My Lord, Bo! What have we done?" she sobbed into his chest.
"I don't know, Baby. I'm sorry. It's my fault."
"Bo..." her voice faded with the sobs.
Bo held her a while, then said, "Honey, we have to make it through supper without lettin' on."
"I know," she sniffled. "I know.
Bo took her hand and they walked to the house that Bo shared with Luke, their other cousin, Daisy, and their Uncle Jesse. "How am I gonna tell all them that Becky's pregnant?" he wondered.
Becky held on to his hand for dear life as they walked into the Duke home, which smelled of fish and onions.
"What took y'all so long?" Daisy asked as Bo and Becky stepped into the kitchen.
"Nothin'," Bo said quickly. "We're teenagers. We don't know what time is."
Daisy smile at her youngest cousin. "Uh-huh. I'm still a teenager, too, in case you forgot, Bo Duke.
Bo smiled, "Yes ma'am."
Daisy swatted him with a dish towel. "Wash up," she said, "Uncle Jesse's ready to eat."
Uncle Jesse agreed whole-heartedly. "Hurry along, young'uns."
Bo and Becky hurried out to wash up. Bo looked at her. "Don't say anything to anybody, Becky. We'll tell 'em when we're both ready."
Becky nodded. "I agree. Keep it to yourself."
Bo looked at her a long moment, as if trying to figure something out. "That hand always bein' on your belly might be a giveaway.
Becky hadn't even realized that she'd been holding her hand protectively over her stomach. "Yeah," she agreed, dropping her hand. "Right."
"Becky, I know I messed up. I know this is mostly my fault, but I love you."
"Love you, too, Beauregard Jackson Duke." Becky was the only person on God's green earth who he allowed to call him Beauregard.
He gave her a hug, and they headed back to the kitchen.
Y'all hang on!