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 10: Father and Son Coversations

Bo took out his frustration driving, it was frustrating to have people picking a fight with you for some dang stupid reason. At least that kind of fight. There was nothing to the fights in the Boars Nest, but this was slightly different and when he drove home, he didn't hold anything back before he came up on the driveway to the farm.

Jonathan looked up as he heard the engine, he was already learning to recognize the way it sounded. He frowned as he saw Bo climb out of the window and walk over. The first thing he was able to tell, was that the boy was for the moment obviously wearing wet boots, and that on a perfectly dry day.

As Bo leaned against the fence beside him and looked up at him he could see more evidence that something hadn't gone the best. A bruise on one cheek and a small scrape under his eye, gave him a rough idea of what had happened. He wore an expression on his face that Jonathan had never seen on anyone else either. A sad smile with a look of utter trust in his eyes. Not as if he expected anyone else to fix all his troubles for him. It was a trust for advice, and a trust not to add to them.

"What happened son?" It was the look that made Jonathan want to ignore that the boy stood his own height and set him on his lap as if he was just a toddler.

"I decided ta hang around fer a bit an' see what the school was like," Bo shrugged. "Guess it wasn't none ta bright an idea."

Jonathan put a hand on his sons shoulder. "Something went wrong?" he asked concerned and Bo looked up at him.

"Well, I made a nice big fool o' myself tagging along all the way into the classroom," he nodded. "Opened my big mouth. Then I had a run in wi' the coach o' the football team that didn't exactly take a liking ta me, an' apparently I offended some locals tha' didn't like the sight of the ol' 'Stars an' Bars.' So I pretty much messed up all I 's could."

"They picked a fight with you because of the flag on the General?" Jonathan asked baffled, and Bo nodded.

"They called me 'slave trader' so I reckon t'was the name an' the flag offended them," he shrugged. "I don't mind a fair fight, but two o' them coming after me about some grudge from a silly war over an' done wi.' That's stupid."

Jonathan nodded, Bo wasn't one to be in favor of slavery but there was something called being proud of where you came from. "You okay?" he asked.

"Bit sore, but yeah," Bo nodded. "I 's just a bit annoyed. I guess Luke's right. Anytime he lets me off on my own I mess it all up."

Jonathan pulled his son forward and into an embrace. "That isn't so Bo. Smallville and Hazzard are very different. I'm sorry you had a rough time because of it."

Bo returned the embrace, always having been the more huggy one of the three cousins, he was never one to turn down a freely offered hug.

"I knew that dad, it wasn't like I didn't know nothing when I 's decided to come here. But I always seem to do nothing but make a fool o' myself no matter where I go." He sighed, "I'll give ya a hand now. Wi' farm work at least I know what I'm doing."

Not knowing what to say to comfort him, Jonathan nodded and started to work side by side with him. Quickly noticing that it seemed to be just what his son needed. Concentrating on the work at hand, Bo's mood improved instantly. Within a short time he was laughing and joking while he worked.

Jonathan laughed as he realized his son was getting hungry, suddenly hearing his stomach growl. Bo gave an embarrassed shrug as he was caught.

"You know Bo, I think that there are some leftovers in the fridge," Jonathan told him with a grin.

"I think I can manage until supper," Bo told him with a guilty smile. He was just a bit embarassed by the way his stomach gave him away.

Jonathan laughed again. "Don't worry about it, Clark rarely walks past the refrigerator without getting something from it. Why don't you go and see if there is something he missed?"

"Dad, I 's fine. Luke keeps telling me I 's eating too much an' too often;" Bo objected. He didn't exactly want to raid the refrigerator at the moment.

Jonathan frowned slightly, looking at him. For a moment it seemed as if he was a bit more subdued again. While Jonathan knew that Luke would never say anything to make his son react like that to a suggestion he eat something, it was far more likely that it was because he was in new surroundings and had just been given a hard time for it.

He remembered how it had been when they first came to Smallville. It had been so very hard to keep the southern accent from being noticeable. It had been a very hard thing to pull off, and it wasn't really surprising that people now were wondering about Bo. He came without anyone knowing where he came from. Looked like a true southern boy with his boots, jeans and shirt. In Hazzard no one thought twice about it, but in Smallville they gave it both third and fourth thought.

It could be hard, and he wasn't sure how much Bo had ever been exposed to the real world outside Hazzard before. It was difficult when the first world you met was a hostile one, even if Bo was no little kid but a young man.

"That might be, but I know for a fact that your mother thinks she's gonna have to fatten you up," Jonathan smiled at him. "You've been worked really hard Bo, and the last time I looked in the refrigerator there was some left over pie there. Why don't you go and see if you can find it?"

Bo snickered gently, "You know dad, maybe I will go an' see if I can find it. I'll be back in a minute." Bo took of towards the house at a sprint and Jonathan chuckled at him. The boy seemed to be doing everything at top speed. He was up at the house and back within two minutes, returning with the pie in his hand.

"I supposed that you've never heard about sitting down inside and eating it?" Jonathan laughed at him.

Bo grinned at him and held out half of the pie to his father.

"I thought you were the one that was going to have a snack?" he grinned.

Bo shrugged, "Well yeah, but I thought I'd bring it here and share." He nodded, "It's really great."

"I know," Jonathan nodded. "Martha's leftovers are always the best. After my mother's cooking and your uncle's, her's is the best I've ever had."

"You know dad," Bo frowned, "I don't really remember Aunt Martha's cooking. Cept that she made some cookies, but I can't really remember anyone but Uncle Jesse and Daisy, a little, doing the cooking. But Daisy's isn't as good as Uncle Jesse's."

"You haven't learned cooking yet?" Jonathan smiled at him.

Bo shook his head. "Luke and me can do some camp cooking, but Daisy won't even let us try in the kitchen. She claims that the only thing we can cook up in the kitchen is a mess."

"And I bet that your happy not to have to perform the kitchen chore," Jonathan laughed.

"Well, kinda," Bo gave a guilty shrug. "It's not like me an' Luke never does any o' the household work. We'll do the dishes and the cleaning at times. We just do most of our chores as the farm work."

Jonathan nodded. "Sit down for a moment now," He told Bo, watching as he climbed up to sit on the tractor, still eating on his pie.

"Bo, I know that some says I long past ago the right to have father and son talks with you," he stated as he leaned against the tractor.

"Dad," Bo looked at him. "I don't care what anyone says. All it means really, is that I 's got the chance ta git ta know you an' mom."

Jonathan nodded, "Bo, it's a kinda complicated situation. I just want you to know that, well, I'm not sure what to do here. I don't want Clark to feel left out, but I also want to spend all the time I can with you. Clark usually dosen't hang around here all that often when he can be with his friends, but I have seen some signs that Clark isn't sure about it all."

"I guess that it's really hard for him," Bo nodded.

"Yeah," Jonathan nodded again, handing the last of his pie to his son. When he was young he had been able to make away with as much food as Bo did, but not anymore. "The reason I'm talking with you is because I think you understand it better than Clark."

Bo put his hands behind him and leaned backwards to look up at the sky. "I guess it's very different depending on how many siblings you're used ta' having as well. I mean, Clark's always been the only kid, but I'm the youngest out of three an' that's a lot different."

"I'm one from a heap," Jonathan smiled. "I know what you mean Bo, I miss the family. I miss my brothers a lot, and I think that you have a very good point. It must be different for Clark to have you here, compared to when we were visiting." He grinned at his son and put a hand on his leg squeezing it. "How did you get so smart son? It's like talking with your uncle, he would always straighten out everything so good."

"Dad, anyone 'll tell ya that I ain't the one in the family who's got the smarts," Bo chuckled.

Jonathan looked at him, "Bo, you're a smart boy. As smart as anyone I've ever seen."

Bo shook his head with a grin, "Aw dad, I'm not the bright one." He grinned and jumped down from the tractor. "Wasn't we gonna bale the hay?" he asked.

"I guess we were," he wasn't sure if he liked the way Bo talked about it. Even if there was nothing in his voice that hinted at him minding. Maybe Bo didn't think twice about it when someone said he wasn't too bright, maybe not even himself. It was Jonathan who didn't really like that. It seemed as if he was used to putting himself down and Jonathan didn't like it.

TBC

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