AN: Well this is the last chapter. I felt it was needed to complete the story. I want to thank you all soooooo much for all of your reviews and support. The DOH fandom is truly the kindest I have found yet.

Four Years Later

There had been four whole days in Enos Strate's life with no laughter. For four whole days he was in no mood for fun or laughter as he usually did. No one near the Sheriff had to ask why. It seemed as soon as Daisy had received that phone call, everyone in Hazzard county knew. Enos couldn't count how many people had filtered into the station to give their condolences. Bo Duke was dead. The first day the news hit, Daisy was inconsolable. Enos had ended up staying up through the night holding his hysterical wife. Through the next three days Daisy had been on and off crying throughout the day. The smallest memory would send her into tears and Enos' arms. The fourth day found the Strate family packing up their SUV, heading toward Smallville. With a computer printout in hand, Enos got behind the wheel and the family set out.

The trip was a quiet one. The only noise to break the silence was the occasional sniffle from his wife and the low beat of the base coming from his daughter's headphones. Though the trip was mostly a bleak affair, Enos did manage to get his wife to smile while stopping for lunch at a fast food restaurant.

Nine hours later, Enos finally saw the Welcome to Smallville sign surrounded by tall plants of corn and gave it a small smile, but the a sad thought crept into his mind. This was the first time the Strate family was visiting Smallville. Enos had only wished it was under terrible circumstances.

Enos quietly asked Daisy if she wanted to stop at a place in town to freshen up before they went straight to the Kent farm but she declined knowing Martha well enough over the years to not care about her appearance in front of her sister-in-law.

They had passed through town to get to the Kent's road, so Daisy did get to see a bit of what Jonathan saw everyday. She almost felt honored to see the town he loved so much. He never said one negative thing about his small Kansas town over the years they had exchanged e-mails and phone calls. Daisy remembered being very amused when seeing that his e-mail address was the General Lee's license plate.

Enos drove the car straight through the town and continued down the paved road. Daisy was surprised to see that Smallville was, well, so small. She had guessed that it would be larger than Hazzard but it was really no bigger.

Daisy glanced at the map, making sure her husband was on the right course and patiently waited for the farm to come into view. Jonathan and Martha had sent pictures over the years, so Daisy knew what to look for. When the bright yellow farmhouse came into view, she could feel a lump already forming in her throat. She tried to swallow it down but nothing seemed to work. As Enos slowed down to a stop on the dirt driveway, Daisy quickly wiped away a few tears that had escaped.

Martha must of heard the car pull up because the screen door creaked open and she came out to wait on the porch. Even from this distance, Enos could see the grief in her face. Daisy rushed up to Martha immediately pulling her into a tight hug, while Diane and Enos got the bags out of the car. Father and daughter let the women have a moment before breaking it by bring up the bags. When plans had been arranged for their visit, Martha insisted that they stay at the farm. Enos and Daisy would be taking over the guest room while Diane could use Clark's room while the now college boy slept on the couch.

The widow had the Strate family drop off their bags in the living room and gave them a quick tour of her home. Despite the huge amount of sadness residing in her heart, Daisy fell in love with the farm house. It was spacious and open. Not to mention warm and just felt like a safe place to be. Daisy ran a finger over some of the pictures that held her cousin in them. Tears welled up in her eyes again but she held them back.

When the tour had concluded, Martha led them back into the bright kitchen and poured coffee for the adults. Diane grabbed a soda from the refrigerator. Sitting around the island, no one seemed to know what to say. Having her mother's bravery and outspokenness, Diane decided to break the silence.

"Aunt Martha, would you mind tellin' me how it happened?" Diane asked almost shyly.

Of course Diane knew that her Uncle Jonathan had died of a heart attack after finding out he was to be the new senator of Kansas. But when Martha had given Daisy the news, Martha wasn't thinking very clearly being more focused on the funeral to come and hadn't given them a lot of details surrounding the death.

Daisy looked a bit horrified at her daughter's question but couldn't help but be curious too. After all, he had been one of the most important people in her life and she wanted to know what had taken place in the last hour of his time on earth.

Martha saw the look on Daisy's face and quickly reassured her that Martha didn't mind the question. Martha knew from her own experiences with death that to help get on with life after such a loss, you needed to talk about it with others who shared your pain. So Martha told the family what details she knew about Jonathan's death. It wasn't a lot since Martha wasn't there with him until the final moments of his death. She explained that after hearing of Jonathan winning the election, the new senator had gotten a phone call and quickly took off. Since Martha and Clark had been worried about Jonathan, they told nearby friends that they were going to see what was going on. They had pulled up to the farm house to see Jonathan stumbling across the driveway looking haggard. Just as they got out of the car, Jonathan fell to his knees in pain. Shortly after that, he died in their arms.

At the end of the tale, Daisy was digging into her pockets again searching for a tissue while Diane wiped away a few tears. Enos was just looked at the counter top willing himself not to go to tears. Diane nudged her mother with her shoulder.

"Mom, the pictures."

"They're in my suitcase. Go get them."

Diane quickly got up and headed to the suitcases. After laying it down and unzipping it, it was only a few moments before she had the large envelope in her hands. She closed the suitcase and headed back to the kitchen. The large envelope was placed in front of Martha.

"I was going through the attic a few weeks ago and found these. I thought you might like them," said Daisy.

Martha picked up it up and opened the sealed flap. The contents poured out onto the island and suddenly her Jonathan, in all sorts of ages, was looking back at her. With a little smile, Martha picked up each photo, looking over them lovingly. Each one told her a little about her husband from when he was just a baby to the young adult that he had been when he left Hazzard County. Some pictures were in black and white but Martha's mind filled in the vibrant color of yellow for his hair and the deep blue of his eyes. Though Martha didn't need a complete explanation of each picture, Daisy came up beside her and gave a commentary on each one, explaining about how old Jonathan was at the time plus what was going on. Some of the earlier ones, concerning Jonathan as a toddler, her commentaries were a bit sketchy since she wasn't living at the farm at the time but Martha appreciated it nonetheless.

Placing the pictures on the table, Martha told her own stories of Jonathan's life. Most of them concerned him messing up in some comical way or another. When Clark finally arrived from Metropolis University, he added in some of his stories as well. Enos sat back during the conversation and was stuck by how very similar it was to a few years back when they were all crowded in the Strate's kitchen.

No one got much sleep that night knowing the agenda for the next day. It was 4:30am when both Daisy and Enos gave up on trying to get any sleep and headed down stairs to find Martha already making breakfast.

"Martha, what are you doing up so early? I thought you slept until at least 6," asked Daisy as she and her husband sat at the island.

"My excuse seems to be the same as yours: I couldn't sleep. So I thought I'd come down and make breakfast for myself and whoever else was up."

In the bright kitchen light, Daisy could clearly see that Martha hadn't been sleeping any lately. She was worried about the woman.

Enos got up and made his way over to the coffee maker, pouring all three of them a cup. He rummaged through the Kent fridge while asking how Martha liked her coffee. Finding the milk, Enos grabbed it and poured some into Daisy and Martha's cups. His would stay black. He had gotten a taste for it during his deputy days when Rosco wanted him to practically work around the clock or to do surveillance on the Duke farm one night. Black coffee seemed to be the only thing strong enough for him to stay awake. Just as Enos set the mugs down on the island, Martha had their breakfast ready.

It was around 7 o'clock when a blue car pulled up to the farm. Everyone was in the living room feeling nervous and dread. The knock on the door made almost everyone jump but Martha quickly went out and opened it for her new guest. Daisy turned around from her place on the couch to see a man in blue jeans and plaid walk in.

"Luke!"

He held out his arms for her and they hugged each other tight. A month ago, Luke had informed them that he had divorced his wife and had taken his old name back. He was still in the middle of the legalities of his divorce so he wasn't back in Hazzard yet but he would be moving soon. It was a few moments before the cousins separated and then Luke greeted everyone else in an almost cheery voice. It was hard being happy these days.

With the arrival of Luke, the party was set to move. As they went outside, everyone but Clark seemed to pull their coats tighter around them to stop the chill of the winter wind. It had snowed the day Jonathan had been buried but that had been the only day. Now, the ground was mostly covered in dirty slush. Everyone got into their respective cars and followed Martha out on to the road.

The roads had been plowed so it was easy following the Kent family. Daisy could feel her eyes watering again as she watched the tail end of the Kent truck pull onto another street. Looking her side mirror though, another emotion came over her though she couldn't place it. Seeing the blue General Lee behind the Strate SUV was a comfort almost to her. As if they were back in the old days. But seeing one head instead of two inside the car almost had the women in tears again. Enos gently took her hand and squeezed it trying to take away some of the pain she was going through. Daisy smiled sadly at him.

The Smallville Cemetery was a large one despite it's name. Since the town had been founded, many people had grown up in the small town and died without ever moving away. Most had been farmers taking up the family business.

In front of the cemetery was a small parking lot for visitors. Martha pulled into the empty lot and parked, waiting for the others to follow suit. When the group assembled, Martha and Clark led them again. This time though Luke took Daisy's hand and they followed right behind the Kents. Enos didn't feel put out at all. He knew that Daisy needed to be with her cousin. She needed his strength right now to see Jonathan. She would come to Enos later looking for comfort, so instead Enos wrapped an arm around his daughter walked into the graveyard. And finally they grieved as a family.

The End

AN: I really have had a wonderful time writing this story and I hope it lived up to everyone's expectations. I do have a few plots written out a little but nothing big but you might see me later on in the future (and I promise, no more big long breaks inbetween chapters). Again, thank you guys so much. I really couldn't have gotten the courage to post all of this without you.