Title: Oh, Baby!

Disclaimer: K, everybody knows I do not own the Dukes.

Summary: Two old girlfriends of Bo and Luke's show up in Hazzard after eight months' absence. The Johnson twins have a pair of serious surprises for the boys.

Genres: Drama, Romance

Rating: T

Reason: er...Suggestive content in later chapters

A/N: This idea came to me very recently and I have been extremely anxious to write it. It's a fantastic plot, very interesting... Just stick with me, huh? And review. Y'all are gonna love Betty-Lou and Bobbie-Jo, by the way.

Chapter dedication: To my one and only, irritating, unnerving, retarded but lovable sister.

Sisterly Love

The road into Hazzard County seemed so much longer than it had last time, so much more forbidding. But that was probably just nerves, since from all appearances, things looked great.

Two sisters—twins by the names of Betty-Lou and Bobbie Jo Johnson—were anxiously conversing on their drive into Hazzard.

"I don't want to do this, Jo," Betty-Lou said to her sister, momentarily taking her eyes off of the road ahead.

"I know, Lou," Bobbie Jo replied. "But we have to."

"These guys aren't gonna care."

"They cared once."

When Lou looked, she saw the pained, distant look on her sister's face, even when Jo tried to hide behind her long, dark waves of hair. But Lou knew how Jo felt. This whole deal was an aggravating mess.

She sighed. "It's alright. We'll have to make 'em care."

Jo smiled lightly. "We can't make 'em."

"I'd like to see them try and stop me!" Lou announced.

"They will."

"I know. But they're idiots to try. They'll have to go along with us in the end. It's their duty, and it's right."

"Underneath the hard shell, Bo and Luke do have consciences," Jo agreed.

For a moment, both sisters lapsed into an easy silence.

Leaving Lou alone to her thoughts.

Lordy, Lordy, I do not want to see Hazzard again, she thought even as she took the last turn, and down the road the Hazzard County line came into view. God only knows how much crap I'm gonna have to put up with.

"Hey, can I stop and go back now?" Lou asked playfully. "We don't have to go all the way there. See, we can run off and go find us some better men to take care of us. What'd ya say, Jo?"

"No."

"Aw, pretty please?"

"No."

"We'll never have to tell the Dukes anything!"

"No."

"C'mon, you know it'll be easy."

"No."

"See? I can just turn around—"

"Lou."

Lou gave an exasperated sigh as she knew Jo had won—as always. But just the same, she stopped before her car passed over the county line.

Memories flashed past her eyes as she sat there with a big reluctance on her heart that made her want to high-tail it back to her home. So much that she didn't want to see and didn't want to face waited for her over that line, and she could just turn around and run.

But it wouldn't be right, her inner voice insisted. You know it wouldn't be right.

"So," she said aloud, "this is it."

Jo nodded silently, folding her arms and giving an involuntary shiver.

"After this, there's no going back."

"No going back," Jo agreed tightly.

Go on back!

Go on forward!

The voices in Lou's head kept shouting contradicting orders, but eventually, her sense of honor won, and she pressed the accelerator and let the car creep past the sign. She gathered strength with each inch that the car gained, eventually going up to the speed limit.

"You know I hate you now," Lou said after a moment.

"You do not."

"Ok, so I'm just angry with you."

"Be angry with yourself."

"Oh, I'm already past that."

"So be angry with Bo. It's his fault more than mine."

Lou scowled. "I'm already past that too."

"Well, fine then. Be angry with me."

Glancing over at her quiet sister, Lou smiled. "Oh, alright. I'm not mad at you. I could never be mad at you, Jo."

After a moment, Jo returned the smile. But Jo's smile was always dimmer than Lou's. Never quite as bright and feeling.

"And Jo?" said Lou.

"Yeah?"

"We're going to get through this."

"I know, Lou," Jo said quietly. "We always get through."

Lou sighed again, feeling that she'd probably sighed more in these past three hours on the way to Hazzard than she had in years. "Honey, this time, we might be a little worse for the wear when we get through."

Silently, Jo nodded, once again leaving the sisters into still peace.

And once again, Lou couldn't stop the assault of her thoughts.

This time, she pictured Bo Duke's face.

Strong features, blue smiling eyes, blonde curls and that wild, crazy grin. His mouth saying her name…

"Ugh," she groaned aloud.

"What?" Jo asked with a frown.

"I pictured Bo."

"Oh."

"And he's driving me nuts. And so I'm dreading seeing him for real."

"Luke's driving me crazy too," Jo said. "If that's any help."

"It's not, considering you're crazy anyway," Lou laughed.

Scoffing, Jo tried not to laugh too. "Oh, come on. You've always been the crazy sister, Lou. That's why Bo liked you."

Groaning again, Lou slapped her sister. "Hello, I was trying to get my mind off of that idiot! You're not helping!"

"Sorry!"

"Thanks a lot," Lou huffed sarcastically.

"You're welcome a lot."

Lou happily stuck her tongue out at her sister, who then folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "Baby," Jo accused.

"Hey, it's two measly minutes!" Lou protested, echoing the ancient argument of all younger twins: two minutes made no difference.

Jo just smiled again. Smugly, if Lou was to describe it.

Sisters, Lou thought with a smile. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

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Before either of the girls wanted it, they were in Hazzard. After a little bit of debating, they finally resolved where they'd find the Duke boys: in their pal Cooter Davenport's garage. It was Saturday morning, after all.

And then, there the twins sat: in front of Cooter's garage, working up the courage to get out and do what they had to do. They could see Luke and Bo working on the General Lee inside, along with ol' greasy Cooter himself.

The sisters exchanged a glance with gray eyes that, as twins, they shared. Lou took strength from her sister's gaze, like silent silver, rarely speaking. And Jo found refuge in Lou's firm stare, like the smoldering ashes of a fire that never truly died.

"You go first, Lou," Jo said quietly, shrinking back against the seat.

Lou smiled again. "Not so mature are we now, Jo?"

"No, still mature. I just don't want to get out there."

Very loudly, Lou groaned at her sister.

"Alright, let's get this over with," she said firmly, opening her door. "I'm not waiting anymore."

TBC

Expect the next chapter shortly!