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.

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 25: Reaching the Finnish Line

Security staff and ambulance personal rushed forward as Bo started making his way out of the car. He crawled out through a broken side window and got to his feet just slightly unsteady and seemed to try and wave the people away.

Lex hurried forward and Clark followed him.

"I's fine, just got a bit shook up," Bo was trying to convince everyone as they came over. Looking up at Lex thought he winced. "Sorry about the car, I don't know what happened."

"It was sabotage," Lex explained quietly as Chloe joined them. "We got the ones who did it."

"That's good," Bo grinned happily shaking his head. "Reckon there ain't much to do now but git on wi' the rest. Least the General is okay."

"You need to be checked out," Clark told them as he saw Martha and Jonathan make their way down the stand.

"No need, ain't nothing wrong wi me," Bo insisted hating the way any kind of medically trained people never seemed to believe that.

"You could have a concussion," One of them insisted taking his arm.

"Take him and make sure, if your okay you can still enter the race," Lex finally decided knowing that maybe he should not allow it, but it was also important to show the crowd he was okay.

Bo was reluctantly led away as Clark helped them and soon they were also joined by two were worried parents.

After a throughout examination Bo was given a clean bill of health but it took longer to convince Martha that it was all okay. Jonathan agreed once Lex offered them a spot by the track rather than going back up the stands and by the time Bo walked back out there was no mistaking that the crowd wanted to see him.

The other cars had started to line up, and after a brief cheek under the hood of the General Bo climbed in through the window and they both pulled on the harnesses and the helmets before joining the other cars on the starting line.

Bo and Clark wound up in the third line and it was a deafening sound when every car was firing up their engines. The race was strictly on the track but it was not like the average Nascar race. Instead Lex had decided to make it several small races where they simply weaned out the losers of every race.

Pete actually won the first one as the General finished third but after that Bo started climbing up to lead and Clark suspected that it was only because of the hit he had taken before. Even with the helmet on it would have shook him up some.

The second time Bo finished second and the third he was in the lead all over the finish line. Pete hung on pretty good but when there was only two more times left he came in losing and was taken out.

What Lex had done was issuing one price for the most winnings and one for first over the line in the last one. It gave everyone more of a chance.

Clark was however getting to think that Bo would be taking both since he had claimed winning position and refused to give it over even in spit of some bumper tags and a few of them who would bring their cars into his side.

When the checkered flag fell it was over the General and to the sound of Dixie.

Climbing out of the window Bo didn't waste a second before going to the arms of his parent to be hugged as they cheered him. The crowed seemed to have little effect on him as did Chloe and her camera. What did have a great effect on Bo was the hugs and the praise his parents bestowed on him and Clark had never been more happy to hang back for a little bit. It was however hard to do so when Bo grabbed his wrist and dragged him in for a hug as well.

The price was pretty big and evoked a smaller argument as Bo wanted to hand over most of it to his parents while they wanted him to keep all of it. Lex seemed quite happy to hand over the prize money and there was no doubt that the whole thing had been a success.

Most of the drivers from the race were mingling with each others while laughing and joking.

Chloe went with Lex to give him the pictures she had taken and by the looks it seemed it was enough evidence against Jerry and Freddy to get them into one big heap of trouble. Clark could not say he was not happy to hear it because he was getting quite tired of them and the ways they acted.

Walking up to the General Jonathan kept his arm around Bo's shoulder. "What do ya all say about some fried chicken to celebrate?" he asked happily.

"Sounds really neat," Bo grinned having learned that his father's fried chicken came really close to his uncle's. "I can't wait."

"I'll get started as soon as we get home," Jonathan promised.

"And I'll do the mashed potatoes while the two of you relax," Martha chimed in unable not to worry about her son after the crash she had seen.

Clark smiled as he recognized his mothers protectiveness. That was one thing Bo was not used to and it seemed to make him uncomfortable. According to him it was by far enough that he got in the back seat and allowed his father to drive. On the other hand after the race it could be pretty nice to sit back on the couch and relax and smelling the aroma in the air as his parents cooked.

He was quite content with just sitting back and trying to talk Clark into a game of checkers. In the end a short nap won out as Clark was not interested in playing and he turned out to be just plain tuckered.

He woke up when Jonathan shook his shoulder a little while later and sat down beside him. He pulled Bo to lean against him and he was only to happy to curl up leaning against his father thinking he was near as soft as Luke was.

"Are you feeling okay Bo?" Jonathan asked quietly.

"Yeah, just tired what with all the excitement I reckon," Bo admitted, "an' I kinda miss Luke an' Daisy an' uncle Jesse." He gave a slightly sad smile. "Heck, I miss Cooter an' Enos an' the rest of the guys to."

"Well, Luke is coming here in just a few days," Jonathan pointed out. "Then you will be back home again."

"Yeah, an' then I's gonna be missing all of ya," Bo sighed. "I wanna come back really soon dad, cause I really do like being with ya'all."

"We are going to come visit you for Christmas," Jonathan promised him with a smile.

"That is gonna be really great," Bo beamed at him.

"I though so," Jonathan chuckled pulling him into a hug. "Come now son, it's just about time to sit down at the table."

"Okay," Bo took his fathers hand and allowed him both to pull him to his feet and lead him to the table. He would miss his new family as he went home but he missed his other one too. It was far too long since he had seen Luke.

Crawling down under the cover in the camping bed that night Bo wrapped the cover close around him and sighed. It had been the perfect evening as he and his father had sat down with the checker board.

It had felt the same way as when Jesse taught him to play. He would sit in his uncles lap facing Luke on the other side of the board while his uncle explained things to him and helped him to figure out his move. Doing that Bo had always felt warm and comfortable as he was basking in their love and that was the way he had felt with their father just this evening. As if nothing could ever be wrong in the world as long as he had his family.

"I can see that grin on your face all the way here," Clark told him as he himself settled down to sleep.

"Sorry, I can't help it," Bo sounded so incredible happy that Clark himself had to smile as he heard him. "I's just too dang happy right now."

"I can tell," Clark gave a small chuckle shaking his head.

"What gave me away?" Bo asked jokingly as he propped himself up on his elbow and rested his cheek in his hand balancing on the edge of the camping bed.

"The smile, the voice and just about everything else," Clark was actually impressed that he managed to keep his balance that good, but then Bo made a gesture and wound up crashing to the floor causing Clark to laugh. Of course Bo himself was laughing just as hard until Jonathan opened the door to check on them to make sure they were alright.

Telling them to quiet down and get some sleep they could hear him chuckling to himself as he walked away again. Bo climbed back up on the camping bed and rubbed his hip where he had struck the floor.

Entering the kitchen with a glass jar of clear liquid Jonathan held it out to Bo where he stood by the kitchen counter.

Bo took the jar and unscrewed the lid before sniffing at it, taking a careful sip and Clark frowned at them curiously.

"Pretty good," Bo smiled.

"Good enough?" Jonathan asked looking at him. "I know I'm kinda rusty but I had to give it a try."

"Is good enough," Bo grinned. "Don't worry dad, I doubt ya's lost yer touch."

"What is that?" Clark asked as he couldn't understand what they were talking about.

"Moonshine Jonathan…" Martha sighed. "I needed those jars for the jam you know."

Jonathan gave her an apologetic look. "I just had to see if I could still do it." Jonathan gave her a sheepish look. "I already dissembled the still again."

"You had better, I don't want any still here," Martha told him sternly even if she wasn't mad. Jonathan was after all a Duke, of course he had to test his ability to make shine every once in a while. Especially since their son was there and to tell the truth she was proud to know he could still do it. If Bo said it was okay it was surely some of the better.

Standing off to the side Clark shook his head as it seemed his parents were just full of surprises.

One week later Bo found himself hanging around the train station waiting for the train to come in. He had opted for going there alone since he had not seen Luke in quite a long time.

The General was waiting out on the street and Bo was getting nervous as trains seemed to have a habit of being late. He got warned about stepping back from the track a few steps and then the train finally came. As soon as he laid eye on his older cousin it was all he could do to keep from rugby tackling him to the ground. As it was he settled for a gigantic Bo hug that near took him to the ground either way.

"Did ya miss me cousin?" Luke jokingly asked and Bo considered hitting him but for some reason Sheriff Adams was there and the first thing he wanted to show Luke was his parents' farm, not the local jail.

"Come on Luke, lets get back to the farm," Bo urged instead thinking that would be a much safer thing to do.

As happy as he was to have Luke there it was also sad. Knowing that his cousin had missed the car he allowed Luke to drive him and only pointed him the right direction. It was just so sad at the same time for it meant that the summer was over and he would most likely not see his parents again before Christmas.

Saying farewell was one of the hardest things Bo had done, and if it had not been for Luke's hand on his back as he did so he was not sure if he would have been able to. Starting off towards home Bo leaned over towards Luke and had never been more grateful for the arm around his back. He sure needed that at the moment.

"We'll see them at Christmas Bo," Luke promised him. "An' we's gonna show them Christmas Duke style."

The End

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