Author's Note: Okay, Vinsemouse was the one who wrote a story about Martha and Jonathan Kent being parents of Bo, as always with ther stories I hated the fact that it ended, and wanted a sequel, which she made me write. So here it is, the sequel to Reunion, Smallville Crossover.
Big thanks to Vinsemouse for beta work.
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….
Getting To Know You
Chapter 7: Civic Class
Two days later Bo had gotten curious about the school, and Clark learned something new about Bo. He had a very relaxed way about things, but if he got an idea to do something, he did it.
Which meant, that when he wanted to check out the school, he tagged along with Clark. Driving him there, he left the car parked outside and followed Clark inside.
"Bit different from Hazzard High," he noted looking around in the corridor.
"I bet." Clark noticed some of the looks that they were getting. Bo didn't really look as old as he was, he could easily have passed for eighteen or even younger, so most of the others seemed to assume that he was a new student.
What took even Clark by surprise, was that for some reason he followed him all the way into the class room. He had assumed that Bo would leave then, but there was no way of telling what Bo would and would not do. He seemed to do what he wanted for the moment, and never seemed to think about what others would think of it.
He couldn't really ask him to leave in front of the class though, and he supposed that it really couldn't do any harm if Bo sat out Civics class.
Glancing at him, he could tell Bo really was paying attention though. As they were talking about how a court would work, different forms of punishment such as prison. It covered what crime would be likely to be given what punishment, and finally also how probation worked.
Mrs. Evington was saying that it was impossible for anyone on probation to be allowed to leave the county. Meaning that you could be restricted to a very small part of the state.
Bo frowned thoughtfully about that, and Mrs. Evington noticed it. "You don't agree with me?" she asked.
Clark wondered what would happen as Bo shrugged. "Well, it kinda depends on who's ya probation officer," he grinned.
Mrs. Evington was still new to the school, not sure about all the students so Clark assumed she thought Bo was another student.
"They can pretty much make it up any way that they want," Bo went on.
"You know anything about this?" Mrs. Evington asked him. "I'm pretty sure they will not allow anyone to leave for a longer stretch of time."
Once more Bo shrugged. "Well, ya see, I 's on probation, an' I ain't really allowed ta cross the county line. But now that I 's here ta visit my mom an' me dad, I 's got permission ta, long as I call an' report once every week."
"You are on probation?" Mrs. Evington asked, shocked.
"Well, yeah," Bo nodded. "Been fer some time now. It ain't so bad, cept ya had better mind not crossing the county line, an if ya's late reporting ya git ta go ta jail."
The class was certainly listening now. Some regarding Bo worriedly, and some curiously. Clark wasn't sure what he should think about it all.
"What did you get probation for?" Mrs. Evington clearly was at a loss over what to do.
"Running shine," Bo answered with a grin and a slight shrug. "Well, we's got caught doing it, my cousin an' me."
"What is shine?" some girl from the back row asked and Bo turned around.
"Moonshine," he explained. "Corn whiskey. See, us Dukes been making it fer over two hundred years, an' them revenuers been tryin' ta stop us fer about as long. Well, then me an Luke got caught on a run."
"Illegal whiskey, that's a prison charge," Mrs. Evington stated thoughtfully.
"Well yeah," Bo took on a thoughtful frown. "But see, they's really more interested in seein' Uncle Jesse stop making shine, than they's in seein' me an Luke behind bars anyway. So they's made a deal wi' him. He didn't make no more shine, an' me an Luke got probation instead of prison."
"You can make deals with them?" One of the trouble makers spoke up, and Clark thought how he would just love that.
"Well, ol' Andy never had anything against me or Luke anyways," Bo stated. "He's a right down decent fella, fer a revenuer."
Mrs. Evington shook her head, "I really don't understand this. Are you saying that your family has participated in illegal activities."
Bo shook his head, "Us Duke's wouldn't do crimes, we's honest moonshiners."
That had the class laughing and even Clark smiled.
Mrs. Evington shook her head, "Really, I do not understand this. You seem to think that being on probation is something to be proud of."
"Well not really, means we's got caught," Bo shrugged. "But it ain't all bad, no one back home minds really. Means we can't own no guns, an we's need permission ta leave, an' that Boss Hogg's always trying ta git us, but fer the rest, it ain't all bad."
That however made Clark want to ask him to be quiet about it. Not everyone here was as accepting as they were in Hazzard County. Some of them wasn't gonna take well to hearing things like that.
"I'm not so sure I believe you," Mrs. Evington suddenly stated. "I find it all a little too far fetched for it to be the truth."
Bo pondered it for a minute. "I reckon ya do, it don't exactly work the same here as it does back home in Georgia. Ya asked me if I weren't agreein' an' I just told the way it was fer us."
She nodded, "And you are talking as if illegal activities, such as running a still is something honorable."
Bo grinned at her. He was well aware of what she was thinking. City folks tended to think that rednecks, or hicks as they also referred to them as, were stupid. The truth was that while a stupid man could run a plow, it took some smarts to run a farm.
Bo Duke was not stupid and he knew it, but he also knew that this teacher thought he was. Or rather, thought that he was trying to impress the class with a tall tale. He didn't really mind, it wasn't like he had been thinking he could gain anything. She had been talking about something he knew quite a bit about, and there was one more reason. Teachers when speaking about things like that tended to assume that no one in the class had ever experienced it. It could hurt kids pretty bad to have a careless teacher rant about something.
The last year he was in high school, one of the teachers was telling them about these things. Saying that he knew that not one kid in the class would ever have to be in a court. He didn't know that one of them was undergoing a trial even then, as a witness and a victim. The teacher really hadn't meant any harm by it, but it had still upset the kid pretty bad. Bo just wanted the teacher to be aware for a later date, that sometimes, a student did know what it was about from a real life experience.
TBC
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