Author's note: This is the sequel to my version of Undercover Dukes. Turns out I didn't explore how Bo and his family handles his recovery, like I thought I would. Instead I stuck them in another bad situation. I can't help myself :D Enjoy!

Warning: Un-beta-ed. I apologise for the grammatical errors.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dukes or any of the characters in the Dukes of Hazzard. I do own the FBI agents though, except for Walden.

Recovery

It is two weeks after Bo and Luke helped the FBI put away J.J. Carver, FBI's most wanted and two weeks since Bo was admitted into Mercy General for two bullet wounds, one in the chest and the other in the abdomen. The doctor had said it was touch and go for a while but Bo pulled through and today, Bo was ready to go home. He's recovery was slowed but there was no complications and today, Dr Whitler, the doctor who saved Bo's life, had deemed Bo well enough to go home. Much to both the doctor's and Bo's relief. Dr Whitler was a patient man, but Bo really did test him. There were two reasons why he was relieved that Bo was going home; one, it meant that Bo was recovering well and two, he no longer had to listen to Bo's constant asking of when he could go home. The nurses, however, were a different story. Half the nurses in the hospital enjoyed taking care of Bo and flirting with him, while the other half enjoyed flirting with his cousin. Now that Bo was going home their motivation for coming to work had just been knocked down a notch or three.

Dr Whitler gave Luke instructions for caring for Bo at home. Bo was making a good recovery but he still needed to take it easy for another month or so. That meant no chores, no walking around, no stressing, and definitely no driving. He would've said no flying as well if he had any idea what went on in Hazzard County. Bo didn't like the sound of that but the doctor threatened to keep him in the hospital if he did not follow his orders to the T. "He stays in this wheelchair for two weeks, at least. After that, take him to Dr Garrison in Tri-County Hospital and he'll be reassessed again. I'll be sending him Bo's records, so he'll know what's going on." He told Luke. "Don't let him use any of his abdominal muscles. He does and he'll be right back in hospital."

"Don't worry, Doc, between me, Daisy and Uncle Jesse, we'll make sure he stays put." Luke assured the doctor. Bo looked between the doctor and Luke, getting frustrated.

"I'm right here, you know." Bo complained. He had been lying on the bed, already changed and waiting impatiently to leave the hospital and get back to the farm.

"Yes, I know." Dr Whitler said casually, "But these instructions are for your cousin. I already know you well enough to know that you will not follow my instructions."

"Aw Doc. It was just that one time! How was I to know you really meant it when you said 'don't move.' I thought you were just telling me to not leave the bed, not, not move at all!"

"My order was 'don't move an inch'."

"I don't remember hearing the inch part." Bo sulked.

"Which is why I'm telling this to your cousin and not you. You clearly have selective hearing." Dr Whitler shook his head in exasperation, "Is he always like this?"

Luke laughed, "Only when he's sick. Other times we can barely get him to stay still to listen."

Bo glared at him. "You're supposed to be on my side."

Luke put his hands up, "Hey, when it comes to your health, I'm always on the doctor's side."

Bo folded his arms and pouted. "Can we just go home?"

"Not yet. You just sit still. I have more instructions to give Luke." Dr Whitler said pointedly. The doctor handed Luke three bottles, "These two are antibiotics. Take them every morning until the bottles are finished. It's important that he finishes these." He held up the other bottle, "These are his pain-killers. Give it to him when he needs it but no more than three times a day." He looked over at Bo, "Don't wait until your pain gets too much before taking these. They'll be less effective if you do." Bo just nodded. "You're free to leave. Take care of him." He ordered Luke, not that he needed to. The doctor could already tell from the past two weeks that Luke would take good care of his cousin. "Listen to your cousin." He ordered Bo.

"I'm starting to think you don't trust me, Doc." Bo grinned when the doctor gave him a 'you think?' look, then more seriously, he held out his hand to the doctor. "Thanks for saving my life, Doc. You ever come down Hazzard way, I'll make sure you get the grand tour."

Dr Whitler nodded and shook Bo's hand. "I'll remember that. One thing before you leave. He held out a picture of Bo and Luke when they had won the 1983 NASCAR. My son is a big fan of you and Luke. Mind if I get an autograph. You're both his heroes."

Bo and Luke exchanged looks when they saw the picture. They would remember that day for the rest of their lives. "It's the least we can do for the man who saved Bo's life. What's his name?"

"Marcus." Dr Whitler couldn't wait to get this picture home to his son. Bo signed the picture and then handed it to Luke. Luke signed it and then gave it to the doctor. Dr Whitler smiled at what was written. To Marcus, your father is our hero, Bo and Luke Duke. "He's going to be the envy of every boy in his school. Thank you. Now, off you go and, I mean this in the nicest possible way, I never want to see you here again." Bo and Luke laughed causing Bo to grimace at the pain it caused. "And don't make him laugh."

"Gee really? I wonder why?" Bo grunted. Luke and the doctor gently helped Bo off the bed and into the wheelchair. Luke could already see how much effort that took Bo. Luke sighed, this was going to be harder than he thought it would be.

"There'll be two orderlies waiting at the entrance to help you get Bo into the car. You're not driving the General Lee, are you?" It was more like a warning than a question.

Luke shook his head. The entire hospital knew about the car that Bo and Luke had built from scratch. Luke had told everyone about it when Bo was sleeping and he needed to pass time. Dr Whitler told him he needed to get another car to take Bo home once he heard that it was a race car and therefore the doors didn't open. Cooter had come by yesterday to drop off a Chevy he had at the garage and then drove the General back to Hazzard. Bo was so happy to see his friend even if it was only for an hour. Cooter was flat out with the work at the garage and helping Uncle Jesse at the farm. Bo was feeling bad about it but Cooter set him straight in no time "Dukes and Davenports have been helping each other out for generations now. I ain't going to be the first Davenport to break that tradition." He had told him and that was all it took to ease Bo's guilt over the matter.

Luke wheeled Bo out to the entrance where the two orderlies the doctor had promised were waiting for them. Luke opened the passenger side door and stood aside while the orderlies expertly got Bo into the car causing the least pain to the patient. "Have a safe trip home, Mr Duke. It's good to see you hadn't lost your touch on the racing circuit." The orderly grinned at Bo before standing back up and shaking Luke's hand. "It was good while it lasted." Luke nodded. He had met quite a few fans of his and Bo's. He got in the car and waved at the nurses who had come out to farewell the Dukes.

Bo grinned, "We were quite the celebrity in there, huh?"

"Yeah, good thing the FBI put you in a private room. I'd hate to have to entertain everyone."

"Yeah, but you had no problem entertaining the nurses." Bo said knowingly.

Luke had dreamy look on his face. "Yeah, that was fun." Bo had the same look on his face.

"Yeah, it was fun, wasn't it?" Bo giggled, regretting it straight away when the wound at his abdomen protest. "I gotta stop doing that." Bo said as he closed his eyes and took slow breaths to ride out the pain. Luke kept his eyes on the road, only taking his eyes off for moments at a time to check on his cousin. He sighed in relief when he could see that Bo got his pain under control.

"We need to be more careful." Luke told him. "It's not good for your recovery."

"I'll be fine, Luke. Once we get home and I'm in my own bed, I'll be fine." Bo said smiling as he thought about home.

"Why don't you have a nap? I'll wake you when we get there." Luke suggested. Bo was about to tell Luke that he wasn't tired when a yawn swallowed his words. "What was that?" Luke teased.

Bo's eyes narrowed, "Cute. All right, I'll sleep, but make sure you wake me when we get into Hazzard."

Luke nodded and reached back into the back to get his denim jacket. "Here, it's a little cold today. Don't want you catching a cold." Bo took it and used it as a blanket. He snuggled into it and was gone in a minute.

Luke smiled as he drove with his cousin sleeping in the seat next to him. The weeks in hospital had been the longest two weeks ever. Every day, he would worry that something would happen that could set back Bo's recovery. Dr Whitler had told him that, although Bo was healing well, there was still a chance of infection. Since then, he had woken up every hour to check Bo's temperature. It wasn't until Luke was on the verge of collapse three days later that Bo insisted he have a good night's rest otherwise he would get the doctor to sedate him. Luke felt even sillier when the nurse told him that the monitor would alert them of any rise in temperature long before he would notice it. Luke looked over at his cousin and smiled at the soft snoring coming from him. He was as happy as Bo to finally be able to go home. He missed the farm, but it still won't be the same because Bo would not be running around and laughing like he would be if he weren't injured. Luke missed his carefree cousin and the sooner he got him back the better off their entire family would be.