Author's Note: This is a story in the Little Bo universe that Vinsemouse created for Dukes of Hazzard, it's written in accordance with her story, but is my own creation even if some things might refer to the original as facts. Bo is as he appears in the show but is mentally only eight years old due to an accident. I wrote this story because how old you are does not in any way determine what you can do…
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….
In this story, certain credit will also go to Vinsmouse.
Heroes Come In Every Shape And Sizes.
Chapter 1: Play Time
Luke smiled to himself as he played with his cousin, driving cars around the floor of the farmhouse. If someone had told Luke that he would be playing with cars as a grown man he would have laughed at them, but here he was, on hands and knees pushing them in front of him and making car noises.
Ever since the accident Bo had, the one that had left him an eight yer old boy in a grown mans body Luke had found himself doing a lot of things he would never have believed. Driving cars around the living room floor was just one of them.
"Watch out!" Bo cried excitedly as a car came whistling by and hit Luke's hand.
"Funny huh?" Luke teased as he rubbed his wrist, listening to Bo's giggles.
"Yep, funny," Bo beamed at him, pushing another car forward, sighing as it was bumped out of course by the leg on the couch and went out into the kitchen.
"I'll get it," Luke offered. There were advantages to playing kids games. Crawling on hands and knees he made it out into the kitchen, grinning as he circled the table. Oh, he knew the kind of looks Daisy was giving him right there and then. Grabbing the car he turned it around and made a screeching noise, pretending to fishtail the car.
"Luke Duke, what on earth are you doing?" Daisy wanted to know.
"Playing, what's it look like?" Luke gave the car a shove so that it collided with the toe of a high heeled shoe.
"It looks like yer gonna be washing an' mending yer own clothes when ya wear holes in them, an' clean the floor with them like that," Daisy threatened.
"Yer no fun, here it comes Bo," Luke drove the car over the high heeled shoes, then gave it a shove so that it went all the way back to Bo. However Bo didn't catch it, he was rolling on the floor laughing so hard he was grabbing his stomach over his cousins' antics. Sometimes Luke was an adult with no time or mind to play, but sometimes he would be playing on the same level as Bo, and the blonde loved him all the more for it. He knew that Luke was grown, and that he didn't really enjoy the kids games Bo wanted to play, but he also kind of thought it was a shame that Luke didn't seem to realize just how much he could enjoy it when he did. If he allowed himself the brief respite from being the adult that he was.
Going back to Bo, still on hands and knees Luke gave him a funny look and Bo who had just calmed down started laughing again. "What's so funny buddy?" Luke asked, standing on his knees.
"You are," Bo laughed. "You are Luke."
"Ya think so huh, don't ya?" Luke challenged him. "Well I'll show ya how funny I am." Reaching out his hands he started tickling his baby cousin, and it took just a second before Bo was squirming around on the floor, crying with laughter and trying to get away from him.
"Luke, stop that before he throws up or something," Daisy scolded her older cousin.
"Alright," Luke gave in, but Bo hadn't had enough yet, he loved to roughhouse with Luke to. He just had to keep in mind not to get mad if it hurt a little at times.
"Go get my car Luke," he demanded as Luke had stopped tickling him.
"Okay Bo Bear," Luke turned around and stretched out his hand for the car when something heavy landed on his back and drove him right to the floor, causing him to lose almost all of the air in his lungs. Bo had thrown himself on top of him to try and wrestle him down.
"Ough Bo, yer gonna break my back doing that," Luke complained as he tried to turn around and get the weight off him.
"Nope, just gonna tickle ya," Bo dug his fingers into Luke's sides, but Luke wasn't ticklish the same way he was himself. So instead Bo started trying to wrestle him down, in spite of the fact that Luke already was down.
"Bo, Daisy is gonna get mad at me," Luke pointed out, deciding that an all out wrestling game in the middle of the living room was not a good idea.
Bo paused for a moment, pondering the information. "I can live with that," he beamed happily before continuing the wrestling, grabbing Luke's arm and trying to pull it behind his back.
"Okay, that's it, yer asking for it," reaching behind him Luke grabbed a hold of Bo and pulled him down, rolling on top of him to make sure he stayed down.
"I did not!" Bo cried even though he knew what Luke meant.
"Luke, what did I just tell you!" Daisy called, scolding him.
"It ain't me!" Luke called back.
"Sure blame it on Bo," Daisy snorted and Luke sent a half hearted glare in her direction.
"It is yer fault, ya know that don't ya, an' now Daisy is mad at me," Luke chided Bo.
"Hey Daisy," Bo cried out with a big grin. "Luke's holding me down so's I can't get up. Tell him he ain't getting no dessert." The words were barely out of his mouth before Luke had clamped his hand over his mouth.
"Don't listen to him, he's just trying to get me into trouble," Luke called in turn, trying to pretend that it didn't hurt where Bo was biting his finger to make him let go. "An' yer in for it now buddy roe," he threatened.
"Whatcha' gonna do?" Bo wanted to know as he found that Luke had grabbed him around the waist.
"I'm gonna take ya outside an' deal with ya where there ain't no witnesses," slinging Bo over his shoulder Luke carried him outside, holding one arm around his legs so that he couldn't kick.
"I like witnesses," Bo cried, a bit worried. "What are ya gonna do wi' me Luke?"
"I'm gonna see if I can't find them stinging nettles I saw some days ago," Luke grinned to himself. Bo just hated them, and the threat of getting thrown in them always seemed to get to him.
"No, no!" Bo cried, trying to break lose. "Don't do it Luke, I want witnesses Luke."
"Well shoot Bo, yer the one wanted to wrestle," Luke laughed, hang on now, here they are."
"No!" Bo cried, only realizing that he was being thrown through the air. However it was no stinging nettles that he landed in, it was a pile of hay. That didn't mean he wasn't going after revenge though. As soon as he realized that Luke had tricked him, and that he was not stung by no nettles, he took off running after his cousin. Luke had always had a better endurance while Bo had more speed, and while he didn't remember playing for the Hazzard High football team, Bo knew how to tackle from the games he would play with Luke. It didn't take him long to bring Luke down to the ground, throwing himself against his midsection and taking him down by brute force. It was the reason why he couldn't really play with kids his own age. Luke could handle the tackle, although it was bone jarring for him to, and left him sure he would be nursing bruised ribs the day after, an eight year old kid though could get seriously hurt by the force in Bo's tackles.
"Yer mean Luke," Bo complained, slapping him on the chest as he sat straddling his cousin to keep him down.
"Yer the one told Daisy I wasn't to get no dessert," Luke pointed out.
"So, yer the one said ya was gonna toss me into them stinging nettles, an' just ya wait till I tell Daisy that, she's gonna make ya eat cold grits fer a month," Bo threatened.
"Yeah, an' then I'm gonna make sure to put dead frogs in yer bed," Luke told him. "So why don't ya just let me up so we can go back to playing cars, an' Daisy don't need to get so dang upset?"
"Okay, but only if I get a cookie," Bo decided as he kept his seat on his cousin.
"Deal," Luke held up his hand and Bo took it shaking it. "I'm gonna need yer help though Bo, because Daisy done told ya neither one of us could have any before supper."
"What do ya want me to do?" Bo asked him as he helped Luke to his feet.
"Oh, nothing much really, but ya know how bad I am at helping ya get them splinters out," Luke winked at him.
"I know that, rotten bad, ya keep pricking me with the needle an' ya don't ever get them out," Bo pouted. "What's that got to do with cookies Luke?"
Giving him a small smile and reminding himself he had to explain things better Luke draped his arm over Bo's shoulders. "Tell Daisy that ya think ya have a splinter in yer finger, she's gonna help ya with it, an' then I can get at the cookie jar without her being none the wiser."
"I can do that," Bo lit up, running inside the kitchen, begging Daisy to help him while Luke followed. As soon as they were on the way to the bathroom to get the splinter out, Luke got the lid of the cookie jar and scooped out a handful, bringing them to the boys' bedroom where he divided three for Bo and two for himself. Hiding them under a car magazine when Daisy followed Bo in there.
"Wasn't no splinter, just some dirt," Daisy explained. "But Luke Duke I warn ya, if ya play so rough with Bo again, I'm gonna get the frying pan, an' then I'm gonna play rough with you, ya hear?"
"I hear ya Daisy, but he's the one playing rough with me," Luke objected while Bo giggled. "Now, if you'll excuse us cousin, me an' Bo's got a real important car magazine here."
"No rough housing," Daisy warned as she left the room.
"Where's my cookie?" Bo demanded, jumping up on Luke's bed.
"Here, an' ya be nice now Bo, no more sicking Daisy on me," Luke cautioned him as he handed him the three cookies.
"Why not, it gets cookies," Bo beamed happily.
"You'd sell me to Rosco for cookies," Luke snorted.
"No I wouldn't," Bo objected fiercely. "I'd never do that Luke, not ever ever."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"I bet I could get a whole pie for ya," grabbing his cookies Bo took off running. Darting out of the room and across the yard to the barn, scurrying up into the loft where he deemed himself safe from Luke. Luke however decided that it wasn't worth all the work to take off after him. Instead he stretched out to enjoy the car magazine and the cookies.
TBC
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