Title: J & T

Rated for: T

Fandom/Universe: Dukes of Hazzard / Stargate:SG1

Characters: Jon O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, Sam Carter, Luke Duke,

Pairings: Jon O'Neill/Tëmpeztrà Duke, Bhaze Duke/Camilla Dusan,

Spoilers/Warning: Not sure

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all related characters are copyright Eric Kripke, Kripke Enterprises & The CW Network. No infringement intended.

Summary: The Duke's are learning that life as Hunters is harder than they thought. Jon has to adjust to being a teenager, again. Tëmpeztrà chafes under the restraints Luke imposes. Asher walks a fine line between the 'normal' and the supernatural. ... Hunters and Aliens...what could possibly go wrong?

Status: In-Progress

Author's Note: Its been a while and I haven't forgotten about this one. I've been writing up the ending since that's the bits I got ideas for. This is part one of the chapter I had been working on. And boy have I gotten some ideas for the X-mas fic! Can't wait to finish this one and post the next two after this fic.

Chapter: Road To Ruin


J & T

The argument sent him to the couch. He's not buying the story, no matter how innocent they're all making it sound. He doesn't understand why Aspen is taking their side, she has to know what they're all doing. The one thing he asked, though it was more like a demand.

No. Hunting.

Luke doesn't know how, but Tëmpeztrà and Asher are not leaving Willow Fells. He's not about to let them meet with Bhaze, wherever it is his nephew is waiting for them.

That excuse, that he had to go meet some friends. Luke is pretty certain what kind of 'friends' his nephew was talking about.

More Hunters.

Luke can't sleep. He's angry. He's also worried and that pisses him off more. Because every time he closes his eyes there's an image of Bhaze lying bloody and broken in some alley. Or will it be an abandoned building, condemned house, mine shaft, floating down the river, washed up on a beach…?

Or will he just disappear?

Is Luke going to have to file a missing person report for his nephew knowing the likelihood of ever getting an answer will break them… And what about Tëmpeztrà?

What is that going to do to her?

J & T ~

Asher's head pops into the tree house, eyes squinting in the dark to search for his cousin and sure enough he's finally found her.

"What?"

He's heard Bhaze warn against that tone of voice but he doesn't think shell punch him again.

Tëmpeztrà watches him drag himself into the small space- she remembers it being a lot bigger.

"I should've looked here first." Asher notes. "You always liked it up here, no matter how much we tried to keep you out. You found a way."

"Reminding me how you two bozos harassed me when we were kids isn't abating the urge I have to toss you out of this tree house."

"Come on." Asher whines, smiling.

"You-!" Tëmpeztrà makes her hands into fists and plants them on either side of her legs, glaring at him. "I've been jailed here. And you! You get to Hunt! You don't know the first thing about Hunting and you're off with my brother-!" she quickly turns away and crosses her arms to keep from wiping at the angry tears burning her eyes.

Asher finally drops the teasing and sighs. He leans back and tries to stretch out his legs but it's a narrow fit. "I didn't."

She ignores him and he taps his foot on her side.

"Tëmps… I haven't been on a Hunt with Bhaze. He wont let me… says I don't know the first thing about it." He sighs again and drops his head back on the boards. "He's been to my dorm a few times. I think he's lonely." He adds, sneaking a glance towards her and catches the surreptitious hand wiping at her cheek. "He misses you, Tëmpe. He lost his parents too… and you."

"I'm right here." She glares at him. "Exactly where he exiled me for some stupid-."

"Its not stupid." Asher cuts her off. "Tëmpe, your Mom wanted more for you. Uncle Bo too. He wasn't born to the life. He made a choice and that's what they wanted for you ."

"Isn't your major drawing or something?" Tëmpeztrà scowls. She doesn't appreciate the psycho-analysis.

"That's part of it." Asher amicably agrees, he knows its going to annoy her even more that he's not taking her bait. "I missed a lot. When Dad and Uncle Bo got in their fight about Hunting. It wasn't fair to any of us, Tëmpe." He sighs, hands running through his dark hair. "I just… want to us be a family, Tëms."

She doesn't look at him and he's almost made up his mind to leave her alone when she finally speaks.

"This 'family' sucks." She looks at Asher, he can't hide the sad, disappointed expression on his face. "There's too many rules."

Asher's brow furrows, thinking and then the little smile on his cousins face brings a smile to his. "Rules are made to be broken, cousin."

"I'm really good at breaking rules." Tëmpe assures.

J & T ~

Jon looks back, brow furrowed, but sure enough it is her. He walks around the shelves again and finds she's not alone. Jon hangs back, he wants to say hello but something about the duo sitting at the library table with lap tops open and books stacked in piles, is out of the norm. Its summer vacation and they both look to be cramming for an exam.

"I got a contact. Smarter than you, anyway." Tëmpeztrà smirks and flips her lap top around for Asher to look at.

Jon can't make out what's on her screen but she spots him and snaps it shut on her cousin.

"Hey, I was reading…" Asher follows her gaze to where they both see Jon. "Hey." He waves and sits up trying to close the books on the table without Jon noticing.

"Hi." Jon heads over to their table and smiles, ignoring the fact they're both trying to hide the books on the table without much success.

Asher winces from the kick Tëmpe gives his shin under the table. Jon barely hides the smile, he's been on the receiving end of that a couple of times now.

"So, getting some light summer reading, O'Neill?" Tëmpe gets up and plucks the book from his hand.

"Not really." Jon shrugs. Truthfully, he was getting bored just sitting in the house. There's only so much TV a person can watch and there wasn't anything really good on the idiot box anyway. And as a teenager, Jon is limited on the places he can go without drawing attention.

'And I'm not supposed to draw attention.'

Tëmpeztrà has a frown on her face as she's flipping through the book. "Astronomy." She snaps it shut and looks at him again, just staring.

"Yup." Jon hides the discomfort and plucks the book out of her hands. "I like staring at stars."

"Huh." Tëmpe narrows her eyes and then she smiles. "You're practicing for a hot date, aren't you?"

Jon rolls his eyes, sighing. "I like watching the sky."

"Uh-huh." Tëmpe pats his chest and sits on the table. "Whatever you say, Johnny-boy." She's effectively blocking the stack of books they're using for research.

"Aren't you two cute." Asher grins.

Both teens looks at him, Tëmpeztrà's frown is the one that worries Asher.

"You got something to say, cousin?"

"Nah…" Asher slowly shakes his head. Teasing his little cousin after she's already shown there's no hesitation in hitting him is not smart.

"Good. You look prettier when you don't say anything." Tëmpe turns back to Jon. "You're not going to turn into some green peace, tree hugging hippie, are you?"

"What?" Jon frowns and shakes his head. "No." he's once again surprised she'd say something close to what he'd say, or rather, something that Jack would say.

"I'm not so sure." Tëmpe hops off the table and takes Jon by the arm. "Maybe you need to check out the scyfy books."

Jon knows he's being redirected and he's going to play along. Whatever the cousins are working on has piqued his curiosity but he'll wait.

"About that date…" Jon starts when Tëmpeztrà hands him another book.

J & T ~

Asher has been sneaking glances at his cousin the entire ride home. And by the scowl on her face, she's noticed.

"What?"

"You like him." Asher grins. His Mom made sure to take a bunch of pictures of them for the school dance and then for prom. "He's totally into you-."

"Shut. Up." Tëmpeztrà warns. "You're about to sound like a girl."

Asher laughs, he leans back in his seat and watches the road. "Look, you don't have to go out with the guy but don't lead him on either."

"What? How-? Shut up, Asher." Tëmpeztrà glares out the passenger window wondering if Jon had meant more when he asked her to watch a movie at his house.

'We're friends. I can watch TV with friends. I've watched TV with Macer and Camilla. They're friends.'

Asher is still grinning and he doesn't miss the side glance Tëmpeztrà tries to sneak. He almost laughs but that would mean she'd likely hit him again.

Tëmpe doesn't think there's anything wrong with hanging out with Jon and this whole 'he's into you' shit is all Asher teasing her like he always does. They've gone out before and its always been as friends. So what if she likes Jon? Why wouldn't she like him?

'That doesn't mean I like like him.' And then Tëmpeztrà rolls her eyes with an annoyed sigh because she sounds like such a girl!

J & T ~

Jon is pacing because she refused the ride and decided to walk her way over to his place. He knows her well enough not to insist but he's still worried she's out this late on her own. He's more than aware of what could happen to a young girl-

The knock draws him to the front door like a magnet and she's standing on his front stoop.

"Hey, Johnny-boy. Got snacks." She smiles and waits rather impatiently for Jon to let her through but it takes him a long indrawn breath before he just steps aside and waits.

Tëmpeztrà frowns, doesn't say anything and heads in. She's got the paper bag in her arms and the leather bag slung across her shoulder.

Jon follows her in to the kitchen where he frowns at the thunk the bag makes as she sets it on the counter.

"Whoa there." Tëmpe shoos his hands away and drops her bag on the counter. "I got something here I heard tastes like soda pop. Normally I'd say that's BS, especially from my source." She shrugs and slides the bag towards Jon. "You wanna be the guinea pig? If its krap just say so."

Jon peeks in then looks at her and he can't believe what she brought him. "Where did you get this?"

"Its called a store. You go in and give them money and you get -."

"Tëmpeztrà." Jon warns and she straightens up pushing off the counter.

"That sounds a lot like a parent, Jon. I'm not fond of that tone." She turns around and heads right into the living room. "What are we watching?"

Jon is still wondering how she got a pack of Labatt Blue. "She doesn't even look 21." He scowls.

An hour later Jon is still wondering where she found the beer and who this so called source is. He hasn't seen the Labatt anywhere in town-.

"Hey," Tëmpeztrà sits up and covers her yawn with both hands then shrugs with a side glance at Jon. "Sorry, I was gonna ask if you wanted to eat?"

"Sure." Jon agrees. "Wanna order in?"

"We could walk." Tëmpe suggests. "Its not far to the diner and I think they're still open. I'm in the mood for a vanilla ice cream shake."

"Vanilla?" Jon smirks.

"What?" Tëmpe shoves his knee as she gets up. "I like vanilla ice cream and milk shakes. Doesn't mean I don't like variety, Jon."

"Sure." He chuckles and walks out to the street behind her, making sure to lock up and she's already waving at him impatiently from the sidewalk. "The diner will still be there when we get there, Tëmps."

"Unless it closes. Then where do I get my ice cream shake?" she pouts.

"Don't worry." Jon laughs. "We'll get you an ice cream shake somehow." He drapes his arm over her shoulders and they head around the corner with Tëmpeztrà pointing out the holes in the plot of the movie he wasn't even paying attention to. He's trying to figure out how to get some more info out of her without pissing her off or being obvious but he hasn't had much luck with her and that's annoying.

"Yo," Tëmpe flicks her fingers at his nose, barely reaching. "You get wrinkles like that." She smirks and skips ahead to grab the door. "And I've heard stories of peoples face permanently freezing that way. True stories." She laughs as he follows her inside and they stop at the counter. "Hola, Manuel." She waves at the cook who smiles in greeting. "Como estan?"

"Aquí nomas. Pasandola, quieres tus papas?"

"Por favor." Tëmpe grins, nodding. Jon gets a wave from the cook as well as he heads over to the grill.

"El guero tambien?" Manuel yells towards them.

"You want your usual, Johnny-boy."

"Sure." He agrees slipping into the stool at the counter.

"Tambien, pero picoso." She giggles.

"Traviesa!" the cook laughs and Jon is smiling. He can pick up the thread of the conversation, some words may escape him but he's got the jist of what's said.

"So!" Tëmpe turns to Jon and puts her foot on the metal bar of his stool. "You have anything else we can watch?"

"If we're taking turns I think you're up, Duke."

"Ah, girls choice. Hmm…" she winks. "I could so torture you with a sappy romantic comedy." She chuckles at the face he makes. "But then I'd be stuck suffering through it as well. Nope." She sighs and looks up, thinking. "Maybe… oh! Something in the horror tab but not stupid scary or cheesy."

"Ok," Jon isn't sure where they're going to find that section. "Is that a title for some-."

Her foot slips from the metal rung and she pitches towards him. Her hands slap on his chest and Jon's arms automatically encircle her waist.

"Sorry!" she mutters, embarrassed. "What a clutz." She tries to laugh and looks up at Jon but he's not smiling. "Uhm." She steps back and feels awkward, which is not something that ever happens around Jon.

"Here you go." The night waitress startles Tëmpeztrà who turns and forces a smile as she takes the two containers in the plastic bag as Jon pays. Once outside, Jon quietly takes the bag from her and neither says a word the five blocks to his place.

Jon is confused. He couldn't have felt… nah. He shakes his head as they walk into the kitchen and he sets the bag on the counter.

The sit on the stools to eat and Tëmpeztrà is picking at her fries. She frowns; she forgot about her ice cream shake. "Krap." Is muttered under her breath and Jon sneaks a glance at her. The pout and the fry she bites, there's a definite twitch down in his jeans and he has to shift in his seat. But he can't eat so he gets up and grabs two of the beers she brought him.

"Right. So," she pushes the bottle he gives her towards him. "You let me know if it's krap."

"It's not." He assures without drinking. "You gonna tell me-."

"Not a chance, Johnny-boy." She smiles and Ok, maybe the uncomfy weirdness was all in her head.

Jon takes a long drink. He can't remember when a beer has tasted as good as the one in his hand.

"Wow." Tëmpeztrà watches and he's downed half of it in just one swig. "Any moonshiners in your family tree?" She wonders.

"Don't think so." Jon sighs and downs the rest.

"So... Does it taste like soda?" She makes her yuk face, a slight scrunching of her nose and purse of her dusky lips.

Jon smiles. "It's beer, Tëmpe."

She shakes her head and stands up "Beer is gross. I don't get what-." She bumps right into Jon. Again. He almost knocks the second bottle off the counter but they both grab it. And she's close... He can feel her breath on his cheek so he turns towards her. He leans in and Tëmpeztrà meets him the rest of the way. Her lips are soft, salt from the fries on his tongue when he licks at her mouth. He bites on her lip and swipes his tongue teasingly.

Tëmpeztrà grips his shirt in her hands, opens for him and his tongue runs along hers. He tastes like the beer but it's not unpleasant. She figures this is the only way she'll like beer.

Jon pulls her flush against his chest. He keeps her wrapped in his arms, hands slowly moving up and down her back feeling every curve.

Tëmpeztrà moans into his mouth. She presses up against his chest, her hands reaching up to twine into his blond hair. She's wanted to run her hands through his hair and does so now.

Jon groans. He feels her tentative tug and presses her up against the counter, his hands dropping to her hips and quickly pushes away from her because what he wants is just... impossible. He can't pretend to be a normal teenager. And the last thing he's going to do is take advantage of her.

Tëmpeztrà is confused. She can still feel him... and she's hot. Too hot but she makes the effort to get her breathing under control but then she looks at Jon and all she wants is for him to kiss her again.

"I... should drive you home now."

She blinks at him and then his words sink in. It's not a 'wow that was...'

'What was that?'

She should ask him. "No."

"It's late, Tëmpe. Don't be stubborn." Jon huffs with slight annoyance.

"You just had a beer. You're not driving. And I'm not a damsel in distress." She turns away and heads to the living room. She's upset and it's better just to leave before she says something. 'Or I deck him. Jerk.'

Only she really wants to kiss him again.

Jon is in the hall when she comes back, her bag over her shoulder.

"I'll walk with you."

"Dude," she rolls her eyes and doesn't bother arguing with him. "Have at." She motions to the door and Jon opens it for her. She's kinda annoyed by the gesture and he can see it but she doesn't say anything.

~ J & T ~

Asher is mad at her. Or maybe just upset by what he saw…

She just wanted to know if it was the same. Except Asher isn't talking to her at the moment and she doesn't want to talk about it either. It was no big deal... At least that's her excuse.

"You're gorgeous."

"Am I?" She giggles and leans into him. Her hand hooks on his shirt.

"Absolutely." He grins, his hand slides into her hair and twines into a lock. "Come on." He tugs and Tëmpeztrà doesn't like that but she keeps the stupid smile on her face and follows him to the next room, away from Asher and the computer he's 'fixing'.

"Wow. It's such a big house." She hangs onto his arm leaning into his side not looking at him. She smiles when his arm slips around her waist and he pulls her up against his chest. Its exactly what she expects from him.

"I can give you a tour later." He offers.

Tëmpeztrà nods like a pleased little groupie and then he draws her face towards him leaning down to reach her lips.

She makes it easier by standing on her toes. Tëmpeztrà can feel his mouth press against hers but it's just not giving her that breathless feeling she got with Jon. She parts her lips and right away has his tongue in her mouth. She's surprised and pulls away but he doesn't allow her, instead, his arm pulls her tightly against his chest.

Normally, Tempe would already have him begging not to break his arm but she's experimenting. So the hand grabbing her ass remains unharmed.

She wraps her arms around his shoulders and kisses him. Maybe all she needs is to get into the kiss…

Her tongue sliding against his until she bites his lip and then he turns them so Tempe is pressed into the book shelves.

She wonders if maybe now she'll feel ... something like before but even when he kisses her throat and bites her neck all she feels is a slight flutter in her stomach. Its not even close to the heat she felt when Jon kissed her so-

His hand is up her skirt, grabbing her ass so she pushes on his shoulders. He grinds his hips into her, mouth covering hers when she gasps in surprise.

Tëmpeztrà starts to wonder if maybe experimenting on the job is the right call.

Which is when Asher walks in and decks the guy.

"I don't want to know." He keeps his glare focused on the road.

"Nothing to tell." She mutters. Thankfully that's all there is to say.

~ J & T ~

Jon is glaring at the book, the words don't even register and time is ticking away. He's got Tëmpeztrà in his head.

They haven't talked since … the kiss. Its ridiculous, really. But Jon has a hard time figuring out if what he felt was just teenage hormones or something more. But it can't be … more. He's an old man and its not right, he'd feel like a cradle robber, some kind of pervert…

'Except I don't.' and that makes him scowl even more.

~ J & T ~

There's a poltergeist. She can tell because Sloane got rid of one and Tëmpeztrà was along for the ride. It was an acquaintance, an old friend of Sloane's that knew about Hunting, just never got into the lifestyle.

"We're going to need some kind of witch." She sighs and plops back on the pillows she set up as her bed in the tree house. They can be sure Luke or Aspen can't catch them working a Hunt if they have to call them down from the tree house. But they can't be up there all the time…

"Don't you know one?" Asher wouldn't know where to find a real, honest to goodness witch. Cus they sure as hell wouldn't be in the yellow pages.

"Sure," Tëmpeztrà frowns at him. "Let me just send out an email…"

"What?" Asher can tell she has an idea.

"I need to send an email." Tëmpe scrambles for the ladder and ignores Asher's demand to know who its for. She may not know any witches off hand, but that doesn't mean there isn't a certain genius that could help her find one. All it takes is an email and it probably wont take more than a few minutes to get a reply from the guy. The problem is going to be getting out of town without Luke going ape shit because he thinks they're meeting with Bhaze for a Hunt.

Because they aren't.

Bhaze hasn't been invited.

~ J & T ~