Author's Note: Okay, Vinsemouse was the one who wrote a story about Martha and Kent being parents of Bo, as always with ther stories I hated the fact that it ended, and wanted a sequel, which she made me write. So here it is, the sequel to Reunion, Smallville Crossover.
Big thanks to Vinsemouse for beta work.
Warning: The warning is placed here for vinsmouse, who wanted a spew warning here, claiming it might be a bad idea to drink while reading the funnier parts. So please keep in mind that drinking any kind of beverage while reading this, might be hazzard'ous to the health of your screen.
Disclaimer: The Duke Boys are not mine, I don't own the Duke boys, nor the General Lee. I promise that once I'm through with them, there will be nothing broken that a trip to Cooter's garage can't fix….
Getting To Know You
Chapter 1: Mom, Dad, I'm home
It was quite an unusual situation for Bo. Not only was he going somewhere on his own in the General Lee. Even more so, to be going to spend the summer with his parents. Luke would be joining him later in the summer for the last bit of time there, but for a few months it would be only Bo. It had been Jesse's idea. He wanted Bo to be allowed to really spend some time with his other family and get to know them now that it was safe to do so.
Once Jesse had suggested it, and had asked Martha and Jonathan what they thought, they had insisted on it. Luke had done his own share of insisting that he take the General. Saying that Bo'd have more need of a car there than he'd have back in Hazzard since he could always borrow one from Cooter.
He was right. The Kents didn't have much more money than the Dukes and definitely not an extra car that he could use. The fact was that Bo was used to being able to drive around as he wanted. The solution suited them both.
So now he was coming up on Smallville, following the directions of a map from a gas station. He wasn't worried about finding the Kent farm. All he'd have to do would be to ask someone in town.
He pulled up on the main street thinking that it was sure different from Hazzard. For one thing, people kept staring at him. He was however starting to get used to the kind of attention the General drew. It seemed that people wasn't used to seeing stock cars. Funny, it made him wonder what they did for fun. If they didn't go racing, would they even go jukeing?
He picked a group of young kids to ask for directions, avoiding the Sheriff he saw out of sheer habit. He got a level look from her as well, and he was not risking anything. After that it didn't take him too long to find the Kent farm. They had told him that it was really easy to find and it was. All you had to do was pick the right road, and then follow it until you came to the farm.
He pulled up just as his father was coming out of the barn, Jonathan grinned at him as he came over to the car. Bo was grinning just as much as he slid out of the window and got down on the ground.
"Hello Dad," he beamed at him. It was still a bit strange to have someone to call mom and dad, but they had objected over the use of their first names and he could understand that. Besides, that didn't feel right either. What felt right and more was the way his father hugged him.
He couldn't really imagine what it would have been like to grow up with them. He was sure he would have liked it, but he was still happy that he had been raised by his uncle together with Luke and Daisy. However it was an amazing thing to be allowed to get to know your birth parents. He felt a bit bad for Clark that he would never get that chance. Luke and Daisy remembered theirs, it had been just him that didn't. Besides, seeing as he and his cousins were more like siblings half the time, it was kinda hard for Jonathan and Martha to get Bo and not the other two as well.
It was just that they had thought it might be good for him to get some time alone with them, and for once he had agreed- even if it meant leaving Luke behind.
"Sure is great to have you here, son." Jonathan released his hold but held him at an arms length to study him.
"It's great to be here Dad," Bo said looking around. It was a very different farm, but he was pretty sure that he'd love it. "Looks really great here."
Jonathan nodded. "It's a good piece of land," he agreed. "Listen Bo, why don't ya run inside the house and say hello to your mother. I'll be inside as soon as I've finished this." He motioned to a large pile of sacks that he was loading up in the bed of the pick up truck.
"Okay, I'll go inside and say hi, an' then I'll be back out ta give ya a hand." Bo darted off towards the house. Running up the steps he opened the door. He could tell his mother was in the kitchen, not only because he could see her but also because he could smell her cooking.
"Whoo, that smells great," he beamed at her. "Hi Mom." Martha Kent could hug just as hard as her husband.
"Oh Bo, it's so great to have you here." Martha kissed him on the cheek. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed ya an' dad too," Bo told her. "I really love ta be here."
She smiled at him and ruffled his hair. He was the spitting image of Jonathan at the same age, though Bo wore his hair just slightly longer. It was still the same color and just as wavy. There was no doubt to anyone that Bo was Jonathan's son… not if you saw the two of them together.
"I guess we should get your things and get you settled in," she suggested.
"Nah, that can wait. I didn't bring much anyway," he beamed. "I thought I'd go back out and help dad with them sacks."
Martha shook her head, "You're not here as a worker Bo."
He shrugged, "Wouldn't really be work. Would be spending time with my dad. 'Sides, Uncle Jesse works us twice as hard any day o' the week. I want ta help."
"Well, then you take this with you." Martha took a plate with warm muffins from the table. "That should be enough for both of you."
"Thanks, smells great." Bo was unable to keep from breaking of a crumb from one of them to try and Martha laughed at him. "They're great," Bo gave her another hug and then he was out the door. He put the plate on the hood of the pick up and handed his father one of them, taking the one he had already tasted for himself.
Jonathan laughed as he leaned against the side of the truck eating his, smiling at the way his son was juggling sacks and food. "You know, you could wait two minutes with the sacks."
"Nah, this works good." Bo filled his mouth with the last of it and grabbed another sack. "I love those." He snatched up a new one just as he had finished the first one, thinking he'd have to be careful to make sure that his father got his share of them.
"Well you had better eat them then son, especially if you're gonna be working like that." Jonathan grabbed a sack himself and helped with the loading. He wasn't quite as skilled as his son at juggling one sack and one muffin. Maybe it was a talent of the young, maybe it was just the way the boy would refuse to waste food. When they visited his brother it hadn't taken him long to see that his son could put away with just as much food as he had done at his age, and maybe even more. At least he could be sure that the boy would not be picking at his food. It was far more likely that they would have to keep in mind to keep more food at hand.
While Martha had left them with four each he convinced his son to get one more himself instead. The truck was loaded in record time and Jonathan snapped up the tailgate. "I'll just run down the road and deliver those. Shouldn't be too long," he told the boy.
"I'll go along." Bo told him eagerly. "Help y'all ta unload it."
"Well if you want to," Jonathan couldn't say that he would mind the company. He was used to doing those kinds of chores on his own. Maybe he'd have more company now that Bo was there. It seemed that he thought that working was fun. At least he had never seen Clark that eager to go along to work. The boy was more inclined to sneak a few extra minutes with his friends, especially if you gave him the choice.
Bo ran back up to the house with the empty plate before getting into the pick up. Jonathan took the time to point a few landmarks out to him, so that he would find his way around there when he went of on his own.
A few hours later they were headed back to have supper, by then Jonathan had gotten a better idea of his son, or so it felt to him. Once the truck was unloaded Bo had climbed into the driver's seat for the way back. Giving him the opportunity to just sit back and relax, though his son's driving wasn't quite what some would call relaxing. He had an expert hand on the wheels, and the fact that he was often racing their own car at home made Jonathan allow him to drive at a speed where he would've asked Clark to slow down. Bo pulled up at the farm and grinned at his father.
"I'll just git my' stuff from the General," he beamed.
"I'll give ya a hand." Jonathan followed him over and watched as he pulled out one bag and one guitar case from the backseat. "That's it?" he asked.
"Well, didn't seem any point in bringing more than I'd need." Bo grinned at him, "Sides I ain't got much more'n that."
"Makes it easier to travel light I guess," Jonathan agreed. "Come on now, I think Martha said she'd be making fried chicken."
Hearing that, Bo gave a loud cowboy holler and Jonathan laughed heartily, taking his bag and carrying it into the house. They left the bag and the guitar in the living room while Bo headed out into the kitchen again. Once more hugging his mother and then he was sniffing at the pot.
"Mashed potato, fried chicken and corn," Martha told him. "Sounds okay to you Bo?"
"Sounds like one o' the best things I've heard today." Bo had his nose over the pots even as he spoke.
"Where's Clark?" Jonathan asked as he took the plates and started setting the table.
"He's out in the barn doing his homework," Martha told him handing him the pot.
"Want me to go get 'im?" Bo asked, since he couldn't smell the pot anyway when it had moved to the table.
"If you don't mind, that would be nice of you." Martha barely had time to say the words before Bo had headed out the door.
"That boy sure is eager to help out." Martha shook her head, "I'm almost afraid he'll think we'd not want him here unless he did.
"Seems to me its the way he is." Jonathan shrugged. "Even took over driving for me."
Martha smiled at him. "Well, if he works with you, the two of you are going to be able to spend more time with each other."
Bo bound up the stairs inside the barn, making enough noise that Clark looked up from his book. "Suppers ready," Bo beamed at him. "This is really a neat place here." He looked around for a moment.
"I like it up here," Clark agreed as he put the book down.
"Yeah, I can sure see why." Bo looked around again, "Ain't really no place like this back home on the farm. But me an' Luke don't really spend much time indoors anyway, we's mostly in the General."
He turned to head back down the stairs again, then he stopped and waited for Clark. "I ain't intruding here, am I?" he asked.
Clark shook his head, "No, I don't mind, I'm glad to have you here."
Bo beamed at him, the kind of honest grin that you mostly got from small children. The one that made you believe that the person smiling at you didn't even know what the word 'dishonesty' meant.
"I'm really glad ta be here, but I don't wanna be intruding somewhere." He was still grinning at Clark. "When they's asked me ta fetch ya and said ya's in the barn, I was off 'afore I figured maybe ya didn't want me ta just burst in."
Clark shook his head, "No, it's fine Bo, you can come up here if you want to."
"Hey, thanks, come on now buddy that there supper in there smells really good," Bo urged him.
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