Hazzard Is The East And Daisy Is The Sun
Disclaimer: I do not own Duke's of Hazzard or any of the characters.
Summary: Women loved the Duke boys, and they loved women but there was one very good reason Bo and Luke couldn't make one stick. Hitch thy name is Daisy.
Author's Note: Hello. This is my first Dukes fic and it centers around the Bo/Daisy/Luke dynamic. There is an intense affection expressed here and I'm sure it could be construed as incestuous but it's not really intended that way. This is more of a reflection on the unique closeness and sense of family the Duke's share and it perhaps being a reason as to why none of them can keep a romantic interest.
This is also a two-shot. One chapter for Bo and one for Luke.
The dialogue in italics was taken from the pilot "One Armed Bandits."
Chapter One: Bo
He winced as he watched yet another girl walk away from him. She stormed up the walk, into her house and slammed the door without so much as a backwards glance. To be honest the break up had been pretty mild and amicable in comparison to some others but the pain of another failed relationship was still there.
It was odd, really, that he couldn't make a serious go at it with a woman. He loved women! Hell he loved women so much that his devotion to the entire female population had earned him a not so kind nickname from Luke and many a swat on the head from Daisy. And it was no secret that, in his younger days, he'd set a Hazzard county record for being on the wrong end of a shotgun more than any other teenage boy in the history of the county.
He had no trouble finding women, it was keeping them that was the problem.
He wasn't mean or impolite, he always opened doors for a lady and treated them with the utmost respect. He was the perfect example of a gentleman and wasn't that what women wanted? An honorable man who would let a lady move at her own pace?
It just doesn't make sense, he mused as he hopped in the General and took off toward the farm. He contemplated taking the long way home, just to be alone for a while, but it was late and Daisy would have his hide if he was late for supper on account of a girl.
Uncle Jesse always said that love of family made the world go 'round and he guessed it was true. There was nothing he wanted more than to sit down at the kitchen table between Luke and Uncle Jesse, eating the best food in the county, courtesy of the prettiest hands this side of the Mississippi while Daisy built up his ego and made it seem as though this latest break up wasn't all his fault.
She sure had an amazing way of making a man feel better. She knew just what to say to soothe his worried mind, knew just the moment to put an arm around him or to kiss his cheek and assure him that he wouldn't be alone forever. It was a mystery to him just how she knew which buttons to push, what made her excel where other women failed when trying to comfort him. She'd make a fine wife someday.
Swallowing the uncomfortable feeling he got whenever he thought of Daisy hitching up with someone permanent, he pulled into the yard and cut the General's engine. She was in the yard and in his arms almost as soon as his feet touched the ground and he stumbled a bit from the unexpected embrace.
"Where have you been?" she questioned as she looked him over for injuries. "You were supposed to be back hours ago!"
He shook his head and chuckled as she decided that he was okay enough to hit him in the shoulder. "I know, I know. I got caught up at Becky's," he explained.
She frowned at the odd tone in his voice but didn't ask. He would tell her when he was ready and not a minute before. "Well I guess I can forgive you this time," she began airily, looping her arm around his and dragging him in the house. "Supper's only been ready a couple of minutes."
But just because Daisy didn't ask, didn't mean she didn't fret. She hovered over him like a frazzled hen the entire meal constantly offering him more potatoes and gravy, sliding biscuits onto his plate when his back was turned and shoving apple pie at him like he'd never eat again. At this rate, given two more break-ups, he'd be as big as a house. It was Daisy's way, though. When one woman let him down she made sure he knew he always had one at home to remind him that she loved him and would always take care of him.
It scared him that he held her in such high regard. How was another woman supposed to measure up?
How was he going to be happy with anything less than what Daisy offered on a day-to-day basis? She was so in tune with what he needed; how much affection to give, when to give it and when he just needed a swift kick to the hind parts.
And the thing that frightened him the most wasn't even finding someone for himself.
What would he do when he had to share her? Sure he already shared her with Uncle Jesse and Luke but he'd always shared her with them. What of it when he was forced to share with a steady boyfriend or husband?
Who would he go to for advice while she was helping her significant other with his problems?
Who would assure him of the future and dote on him with affection when he felt alone in the world?
And more importantly, who would be there for her? No one could love her and protect her the way he and Luke did. They did have twenty some odd years of practice after all.
He shook his head as she gave up her fight to fatten him up and began to clear the table. He looked on as she started washing the dishes, methodically placing them by the sink to dry and, standing, he made his way over to her.
She jumped as he wrapped his arms around her before flicking water across her shoulder at him for startling her.
"You know if we weren't cousins I'd marry you," he joked. "Have I ever told you that?"
She turned to look at him. "Oh I think I may have heard that line once or twice from you before," she managed between giggles. "I bet you say that to all your cousins, though," she teased, wiping soap on his nose.
"I've never proposed to Luke if that's what you mean," he assured with a laugh before leaning down and kissing her cheek.
"I heard that!"
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