A/N: Disclaimer, "The Dukes of Hazzard" is owned by Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc. This is just my story line. Hope you all enjoy.

It was the first warm breeze of the season; a sign of change, not that anyone in Hazzard would realize how much change. No, instead to the folks of Hazzard the warm breeze meant the first night out on the town of the season, and that meant business for the Boar's Nest. And that's where you can find the Duke boys for sure.

Bo Duke was on the prowl, looking for a couple girls for him and his cousin Luke. Luke had faith in his cousin to find a couple of lookers that they could court for the night. Luke also knew though, that if Bo could only find one, well then Luke would have to enjoy the night talking it up with the guys. Luke was fine with this, looking around the crowd he saw his cousin talking to a girl, only one. Bo was blocking his view of her, but her looks did not really matter to him, Bo was setting to move in.

Luke stood up to stretch his legs and to go over to visit his friend Cooter, when Bo stopped him. Bo was grinning like an idiot, and gave a meaningful wink to his cousin. "Hey, cus', do you mind if I take the car for a little ride?"

"No, go for it," Luke assured his cousin, and started digging into his pockets for the keys.

"Oh, but incase you get lonely, there's a pretty little blonde over there who's looking for some company," Bo told him with a grin. Luke smiled back; apparently the girl had a friend.

Bo started to move towards the door, revealing the girl he had been chatting up. Her eyes met Luke's, and without thinking they both took a step towards each other. Luke, just half smiled at this woman, and took her appearance in. His age, so mid to late twenties, with dark chestnut brown hair, that shone even in the poor lightening of the Boar's Nest. Brown eyes, with specs of different colors in them, that he could not distinguish this far away from her. Her lips this irresistible pink, that formed into a warm, seductive smile.

"Hello," he greeted.

"Hi," she replied.

Bo stood uneasily to the side, and then cleared his throat a little. "You want to get going?"

The girl looked back at Bo, shocked, almost like she had forgotten who he was. "I'm sorry," she started, "but I think I changed my mind. But, I'm sure my friend would love a good old fashion country drive."

Bo glanced over at the blonde; she was pretty enough, but definitely not as pretty as this one, and Bo did not like to get second best to anyone, especially his cousin. Speaking of his cousin, Luke had not taken his eyes off her. Sighing, Bo muttered, "Yeah, sounds fun."

He started walking away, but then turned around and said with a mischievous grin, "Hey cuz, why don't you show the lady what world class dancing skills you have?"

Then he walked away, laughing, eyes set on the blonde, keys in hand.

"Dancing skills, huh?"

"Oh Lord, what did he just get me into?" Luke muttered to himself. "You want to dance?"

"Thought you'd never ask," she replied, and took his hand, allowing him to lead her to the dance floor.

He pulled her body close to him, and started swaying with the music, although not always in time with the music. She leaned into him, and tried to hide her smile. He looked down at her, and noticed her eyes had green and gold flicks in them standing against the brown. "So, where you from?"

"Atlanta," she answered. "Are you from Hazzard?"

He nodded. "What brings you here then?"

"I'm traveling across the state with me friend," she explained. "Hazzard happened to be in our path."

"That must be nice," he commented, a little bitterly. "Having the money to do that, and not worry about it."

She laughed curtly. "Yeah, sure, I'm just rolling in the dough. No, I'm only surviving by running some errands for people across the state, that's sort of what prompted the road trip."

At that point Luke spun her, and pulled her close again. "So when do you have to leave?"

She looked up at his eyes, her breath taken away for the gorgeous blue color. "I guess I don't have to leave right away. I think it will all depend on when I run out of jobs to do."

"Do you know where you are gonna stay?" he asked, as a faster song came on and he stumbled trying to keep up with the tempo.

"Haven't really given much thought to it," she answered with a shake of her head.

"Well, if you need it, you are more then welcome to stay with me."

She laughed softly, and then replied lightly, "I bet I am, you little charmer. You're sly, you know that?"

"I didn't mean any disrespect," he told her sincerely, but smiling at the same time, "I just know that prices in Hazzard can be a little steep."

"Thanks for your concern, but I'm sure I'll figure something out. I'm resourceful, but it is nice to know I have some place to fall back on."

"Glad to be of service."

They did not talk for a little while, just kept dancing till she finally commented, "You know, for some world class dancing skills, I'm not that impressed."

Luke let out a chuckle. "I know, I've been told a chicken with its head cut off has a better sense of rhythm then I do."

She looked him square in the eye, smiled and told him dryly, "Now that would be an impressive chicken. Do you want to sit down and have a drink?"

"Yes," he replied quickly, and rushed over to the table. She held his hand, laughing to herself.

Sitting down, he looked across the table and just smiled at her. She smiled back, leaned in and asked, "So what's it gonna be to drink, beer or moonshine?"

He gawped at her stunned. "You know about moonshine? You seem more like a fine wine person to me."

"What? You think just because I now live in Atlanta I can't know a thing or two about country ways? I've got family all over this state in towns just like Hazzard," she informed him.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't get my mind around the idea of you taking back moonshine," he responded, shaking his head at the thought.

"I almost hear a challenge in that, but I don't want to embarrass you, so I'm not gonna take the bait and drink you under the table," she stated firmly but joking.

"That's good, because I've got military training so I'm pretty sure I'd be the one to drink you under the table," he warned.

"Military training, huh? Oh is that what you guys did over in Vietnam, just invade a country and drink its liquor?" she questioned, seemingly jokingly, but with just a slight undertone of defiance.

Luke did not respond to her, he just sat stunned and silence. When most people heard he was form military they went great lengths to tell him how proud they were of him and his service, or how the military did a great job in Vietnam, and how he did the right thing by serving. No one bothered to ask his opinion of his time spent over seas, and no one dared to basically call it pointless.

"So, are you saying the military shouldn't have gone over there?" he asked, his tone suddenly serious.

She knew she might have gone too far, pushed the wrong button, but to her that was how she was. She cut to the chase and did not sugar coat it. "No, it was the same mess as when we left, except more people were angry or dead. Don't get me wrong though, I think it's admirable that you went over there for your country. I support the military, you guys are a brave bunch and we need more people who are so willing to defend our country. But that wasn't our country, our way of life was not threatened, it was all political hysteria that escalated way too far. I think the military is a courageous bunch, but probably not the most free thinking bunch."

She waited, waited for him to get mad, to start yelling, defend his choice and call her ignorant. She waited for him to walk away.

"It wasn't our fight."

She blinked a couple times and gaped at him. "What?"

He smiled and leaned in. "Most people around here think I fully heartedly supported the war because I'm an ex-marine. They never stop to think I was only over there because that's what the government told. We shouldn't have been over there, but we were so we tried to do more good then damage. I like to remember the times I helped when I have to think about it."

She smiled warmly at him. "You know, I honestly thought you were going to get offended, and walk away."

He shook his head. "There's something different about you, something that tells me I shouldn't turn my back to you."

She smiled, and chuckled to herself like he said something to remind her of a private joke. "I don't think you know how right you are," she told him, with a knowing grin.

"Would you like that drink now? You have your choice between water, water downed beer or water downed moonshine," he asked.

"Watery beer is fine," she declared.

Luke got the drinks, and the two of them kept talking, and kept dancing, slow songs since that seemed to be what Luke was best at. They talked till the Boar's Nest had to close for the night, and then walked out to the parking lot, still talking.

"I take it you don't have a ride back to your home yet, do you?" she asked, notice the only two cars left in the parking lot was hers and the waitress's.

Luke glanced over at his cousin Daisy, who just so happened to be the waitress. He could have easily gotten a ride back to his farm with her, but she was not the female company he wanted.

"No, guess not."

"I take it our friends must have really hit it off," she commented and then walked towards her car. She tilted her head in that direction, and said, "Come on, I'll give you a lift."

"Much obliged, but you know, it might just be better if I drive, I know my way around," Luke suggested, walking towards the car. He was a car man, born and raised, so he automatically scoped out her ride. It looked like a late sixties Dodge Coronet, but he could not make out whether it was blue or black in the poor lighting.

"You know it probably would be better, but I don't know you well enough to drive my baby," she clarified. "No one drives Davis unless I trust them. You're a racer, you should understand."

"I do, I just don't want you getting lost," he explained.

"Then you better be good with directions, now come on." Luke smiled and got in.

They talked on the ride back, mostly about cars. She was not any expert on the subject, but she did her best to keep up. When they were finally to the Duke's farm, she got out with Luke and walked him to his front door.

Luke stopped by the porch steps, turned to her and said, "This is all wrong, I should be the one waking you home."

"Well, sorry, I'm new at this," she confined in him. "I didn't read the rule book."

Luke smiled at her, not wanting the night to end. To keep the night alive, he asked the question that has been tugging at the back of his brain all night. "Why did you stay at the Boar's Nest with me? Why didn't you go off-"

"Off with Blondie?" she finished for him. He nodded, and she sighed. "Your eyes. Well, your eyes and that feeling, that feeling you get when you know it's just right. And I didn't get that with him, but as soon as I saw your eyes, I felt it."

He took a step towards her, placed a hand gently on her hip. Her eyes fluttered down and then back to his, her lips now smiling. "When's the next time you're gonna be in town?" he whispered.

Her eyes glanced up at the lightening sky. "It's almost dawn," she answered. "I have a couple errands to run, but if I can I'll try to make it back to the Boar's Nest by tonight, late tonight. If not then, then definitely tomorrow night."

"I'll be there, both nights," he ensured.

They locked eyes, and as Luke started to lean in to give her a goodnight kiss, the sound of a roaring engine disturbed the peace. In his head, Luke cussed out his cousin. Out loud he mumbled, "He's got great timing."

She just smiled up at him and started backing up towards her car. "I'll see you tonight, hopefully."

With that she started walking towards her car. Luke just watched, and it was not till she was in the car he realized an important fact.

"Wait," he called out, and raced after her.

She had just turned on the engine and almost did not hear him. He came around to the driver's side, where she was staring and smiling politely at him. He crouched down to look her straight in the eye and said, "I don't even know your name."

Her grin widened. "What's in a name?" she questioned. "Besides, isn't it more fun this way?"

With that lingering question, she drove off, leaving Luke confused, but feeling good.

That folks, is strange behavior, even for Hazzard County.

Luke continued to grin after the car drove away and was replaced by the familiar orange car. Bo popped his head out the window, also grinning like an idiot. "Hey cus', were you waiting up for me? I'm sorry, me and Madeline lost track of time. She sure is something; I guess I owe you thanks for taking her friend from me. How'd that go?"

Luke smiled at his cousin, and told him, "Great."

"So how many times did you step on her feet cousin?" Bo teased.

"You know, we didn't really dance that much," Luke confessed. "Spent the whole night talking."

"Just talking?" Bo asked, eyebrows raised in surprised. Luke nodded and Bo shook his head. "Oh I'm sorry, I thought for sure she wouldn't have minded dancing the horizontal mumbo with you."

"You know, I didn't really mind, there was just something about her," Luke explained as the walked towards the house.

"Well, if you really did spend the whole night talking, then that's probably the most you've talked to anyone in a while," Bo said, now whispering as the two crept their way towards their room.

Luke kept silent, thinking about it. His cousin was right, he was a man who kept to himself, so it must have been a sight to see the introverted Duke spending the whole night talking to a complete stranger.

"See, you used up all your words on her and don't have none for your cousin," Bo pointed out, jokingly as he crawled into bed.

Luke rolled his eyes and whispered, "Goodnight Bo."

"Goodnight Luke," Bo replied, with a yawn and was asleep within the minute.

Luke tried to shut his eyes, but they wanted to remain open. Glancing at the clock he figured all he would get was a couple hours of sleep before he had to be up anyways, so instead he chose to get up and get an early start. As quietly as he could, he got dressed and headed out to the barn.

Luke was more worked up then a cat in a church infested with mice. He didn't get any sleep that day, running on adrenaline, but true to his word Luke was at the Boar's Nest that night, just maybe not conscious.

Luke was slumped over in a booth, resting his head on the wall, fast asleep. The day had finally caught up with him, and after waiting a couple hours his eyes shut for the night. Bo, sitting at the bar, had laughed when he first realized his older cousin was asleep, and was going to wake him up and bring him home, but Daisy had stopped him. She knew Luke would refuse it, and she wanted to see if the girl would show. Sure, that meant making sure none of the hometown boys of Hazzard messed with the slumbering Duke, but it would be worth it if she showed.

It was getting late, the crowd was thinning out, and Bo was getting ready to leave, when a character rushed into the bar. Her dark brown hair whipped across as she scanned the room. Daisy smiled at her and pointed towards the resting man. The newcomer grinned, and her eyes light up when she saw the dark haired man. Smiling her thanks at the waitress, she made her way over, smoothing out her air and trying to fix her appearance.

Her smiled faded when she saw he was asleep, but then it came back realizing he came here for her. She sat down, and resisted the urge to snuggle up to him and fall asleep too. After a couple of minutes of sitting there, she wondered what to do. Wake him, or leave him a note or just leave? But she could not leave without letting him know she had made it back. It felt strange, worrying so much about how a stranger perceived her, modifying her life to fit with his. Strange in a good way though.

Right as she was considering leaving a note for him, he groaned, and shifted in his seat, still asleep. His new position left him more open, more suitable for her to curl up to. And she had a long day too; all she wanted to do was sleep. Finally giving in to temptation she rested her head on his body and closed her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she smiled. He had the aroma of a campfire.

Luke stirred as he felt the presence of someone on him. He was half awake, though he could not open his eyes to check to see whose body was pressed against his. Instead he whispered hoarsely, "Is that you?"

"Yep," she replied, and he knew it was she.

"I didn't think you were coming."

"My business ran long, but you didn't have to stay up, I was gonna be back here tomorrow night," she explained.

"I told you I'd be here, so I'm here," he told her firmly.

"Thank you," she whispered, and slung her arm across his chest.

His arm wrapped around her body, and there were no more words. Soon their breaths matched and both were fast asleep.

The next thing he knew, he was being shaken by Daisy, warning, "Come on sugar, the Boar's Nest is closing. Boss Hogg is gonna be mad if he finds I let you stay here without ordering drinks."

"What's going on?" Luke asked, disoriented.

"It's time for you to get, come on now," Daisy answered.

"Alright, alright," he muttered and gently shook the girl sleeping on him. "Hey you, we need to leave."

Her eyes flickered open and glanced up to his. God, he had forgotten how wonderful those eyes were. "Hhmm?"

"Come on, it's closing time," he told her.

She nodded and staggered her way up. Luke followed, and as they started walking towards the door, he put his arm around her shoulder, embracing her. Daisy smiled as she watched the two, secretly hoping that those two would find a way to work out. She could not remember the last time she saw her cousin this interested in a woman.

Out in the parking lot, the girl turned to Luke and asked, "You need a ride home?"

He wanted to say yes, anything to have more time with her, but her eyes were drooping and he was not sure how much longer she could stay standing. "No, it's alright, go get some sleep," he told her, and the nodded towards Daisy. "I can get a ride home with her."

Her eyes looked over at Daisy and then back to him. "The waitress knows where you live?" she asked, trying to mask her concern.

"Yeah, we live together," he told her, forgetting she did not know their relation.

Her eyes went wide in shock, and Luke quickly figured out the reason. With a laugh he reassured her, "No, no, we're cousins."

She sighed in relief, and gave him a playful tap. "You could have started with that."

"Well how about tomorrow you meet me back here, around one, and we'll go for a picnic and I'll tell you all about my family if you want," he suggested.

Her eyes lit up at the chance for more time with him. "Sure, I'll bring some sandwiches, and what ever else I can find. Maybe I can even scrounge up some moonshine and we can see who can out drink whom."

He smiled, and nodded. "Alright, we'll meet back here at one, I'll bring the blanket, you bring the sandwiches."

As they both started to lean in to give each other a proper goodnight, she yawned, which set him off yawning. Smiling at her, Luke stated, "Go get some rest."

She nodded, her eyes half shut, and walked over to her car. After Luke watched her drive off, he got into Daisy's jeep and shut his eyes for the night.

Morning came, and not everyone woke up with it. Boss J.D. Hogg was fast asleep, well into the morning, until a noise from downstairs disturbed him. Worried about his money, he quickly scrambled out of bed, grabbed a baseball bat, and crept down the stairs, ready to attack.

The noise was coming from the kitchen, so slowly he moved towards there, and raised the bat. Taking a deep breath, he charged in, screaming.

His intruder stood up from searching the refrigerator, and glanced at him, bewildered. Her brown eyes lit up in confusion, and her pink lips curled into an amused smile. The same smile she had given a sleeping Luke the night before.

"But the bat down before you hurt yourself," she ordered him, pulling out some bread and some sort of lunchmeat.

"Wh- what? What are you doing here?" Boss Hogg stuttered.

"Making some sandwiches," she answered him innocently.

"How did you get into my house?" he questioned, eyes narrowing.

"Back porch window." His eyes went wide and she laughed. "Your wife let me in, relax. I'm almost done, I just need to finish making the potato salad."

"What are you doing going through my food?" he asked.

"Well there's no food at where you set me up, and what's a picnic without sandwiches?"

His eyes flashed suspiciously and narrowed at her. "And who are you going on a picnic with?"

Her head bent down, focusing on the potato salad. "With my friend, isn't the whole point of me traveling with her to throw off suspicions?"

"Alright… how did the job go?" he asked, his pudgy fingers reaching for a sandwich.

She pushed his greedy fingers away. "It went off without a hitch, but what else would you expect from me?"

"That's my girl," he complimented her proudly. Then his eyes narrowed again. "Did you use up the rest of my potatoes?"

She rolled her eyes, and finished wrapping up the sandwiches. "Fine, add them to my bill, but I've got to go now."

She shoved a spoonful of potato salad in his mouth, and left with just a flick of the wrist as a goodbye.

I don't like it folks. Anyone who's that friendly with Boss Hogg can't be up to no good. And to think, Luke's taken by her.