From The Haunting of J.D. Hogg, this one came about because of that little scene where apparently Luke has screwed up the rebuilding of the General's carburetor. As if we don't all know that Luke can do that in under a minute, blindfolded (just ask canon, it'll confirm that). I decided the boy must have been a bit distracted (just ask Bo, he'll confirm that).
Relationship starts before the vignette.
Bo's holding out two screws and chirping something about Luke not knowing where they belong. He gets sent after the toolbox just so Luke doesn't have to hit him.
Yeah, he spent the morning rebuilding the damned carburetor. Bo's been smarting off about how long it took him, when everyone knows that Luke Duke can do that kind of thing blindfolded in under a minute.
What he can't do anymore, apparently, is keep track of small things like machine screws.
He'd like to point out exactly how useless Bo was to the whole project, crowding into Luke's elbow room, throwing shadows across tiny component parts, yammering and giggling and just being there. Didn't touch a thing (which makes it conveniently easy for him to laugh now) except Luke's arm and shoulder and back and face. Pink hands – not a drop of grease other than remnants that he might have picked up from Luke's skin – everywhere but where they could be doing some good.
And that's the truth.
He'd like to point all of this out, but he can't. Jesse's right there. So he spins the butterfly nut around his greasy fingers as he waits for the toolbox to show up in those same perfect pink hands. Chews over in his mind the exact conversation that's going to take place the minute this whole scheme of Boss's blows over. Which means tonight – these things almost never last into the next day – he'll be giving Bo an earful about how he needs to use his hands more and work his mouth less. He can dang well rebuild the carburetor himself if he's so…
He's worked himself up to a pretty good head of steam by the time he sees the hex wrench sitting in the middle of that pink palm. Looks up to find Bo glancing around the side of the open hood for a second or two. Jesse must have wandered off a few steps because Bo's head dips his back down and plants a kiss on Luke's lips, a sweet little thing that smells like threshed hay and feels like June sunshine on the bank of Hazzard Pond.
"I'll help you, cousin." Seems like a bad idea, but Luke can't quite remember why.