Rating: PG-13 for topics involving sex. Nothing explicit, not even close, but safety is the best policy!

Disclaimer: I don't own them Duke boys, although it sure wouldn't hurt my feelings if Bo wanted to let me borrow him.:D I don't own "The Balladeer." Man, I don't even own the General Lee... although I'd just love it if I did!

Author's Notes: Any reviews are appreciated! Thanks!!!! Anything in bold in this story is a Balladeer comment. :D BTW, I don't know what year Daisy's car was, so I'm just going to hope that it was a '73 or earlier... :D

Thanks to the reviewers!!!

Kimduke- Thanks so much for the review! It was very nice, and very much appreciated! And due to your request, I shall continue! We should talk more on the Hazzardnet forums!

Anne-with-an-e: Thank you for reviewing! Did you get your name from Anne of Green Gables? That's a cute pen name! lol. Anyway...I'm glad that you like my story! Your review was so nice! So, now I shall be quiet and let you see what Bo's gonna do now! :D

Chapter 2: Daisy Finds Out

Supper was good, with Uncle Jesse's fried fish and Daisy's hush puppies. Then, Becky had to go to work. She worked at the Boar's Nest with Daisy, so they were going to ride together in Daisy's yellow Plymouth Roadrunner. They left at five minutes till six, and they had to be there at six on the dot. But with Daisy driving, they'd make it.

Daisy Duke drives faster than Richard Petty, and just as rough as Bo... All that in high heels.

Daisy spun the tires pulling out of the Duke driveway, and Becky felt like her stomach dropped. Daisy was laughing as they tore down the road. Becky's hand drifted back to rest protectively on her stomach. She was not going to let her baby get hurt, whether or not she was ready for it. It was a part of her and Bo. A part she loved with all her heart, and she wasn't planning to let anything happen to it.

That girl's just bound and determined to let her news get out, ain't she?

The Boar's Nest came into view, and Daisy swung into the parking lot. Becky felt sick. In fact, she felt very sick. "Daisy, I have to get inside before I puke."

"Are you sick, honey?" Daisy asked, concerned. There was no way that her driving made Becky sick. Not when the girl was used to riding with Bo in the General Lee for hours on end, and she'd only been with Daisy five minutes.

For one of them smart country gals, Daisy sure does ask some dumb questions.

"Yeah," Becky said, as she made a run for the bathroom.

She barely made it in time. But she did make, and for that she was thankful. She washed out her mouth and rinsed her face. Then, she reapplied her makeup. "Good Lord, Bo," she said, wiping a tear from her cheek. "What have we done?"

Daisy walked in just in time to hear Becky's question. "What have you and Bo done about what?"

"Nothin," Becky said softly, applying her mascara.

"Rebecca Lee Dover, don't you tell me a story."

"Daisy, I'm not lyin' to you. It's nothing. Or at least, nothing I want to talk about."

Well, she just opened a whole can of worms.

"Rebecca, Bo's my cousin, and I love him dearly. Now you better tell me what's goin' on."

"I told Bo I wouldn't say anything."

"Well, you already said something, so go ahead and finish. What's going on, here?"

"Nothin'. Don't worry about it."

"I'll be worried sick if you don't tell me."

Rebecca looked at Daisy a long time. "Daisy...You're like a sister to me. And...I shouldn't tell ya. But I have to."

"Alrighty, then..."

"Daisy...first off, you gotta promise not to tell, and you gotta promise not to let Bo know you know. And you gotta promise not to kill me or Bo."

"Oh, Lordy. It must be bad."

"Daisy, me and Bo...we...I..." she stammered.

"Go ahead, honey."

"I'm pregnant...with Bo's baby," she finally managed.

"Oh, Lord!" Daisy gasped. "What in the name of all that's good possessed y'all to take a chance like that?"

"It...it isn't like we were plannin' on it. It just happened."

Ain't it kinda strange how them kinda things always seem to just happen?

"Honey...Don't keep that secret too long. It'll eat you alive."

Rebecca nodded. Daisy hugged her. "Lord, I wish you two had been smarter than that. But, if you need me, let me know."

"OK, Daisy. Thanks."

The two girls headed off to get to work.

It wasn't too long before Bo and Luke showed up. They sat down at their usual table, and Rebecca walked over quickly. "Hey, Boys!" she said, faking the perky attitude that was expected of a Boar's Nest waitress. "What can I getcha."

"I want a beer," Luke said, grinning.

Bo, who was only eighteen looked at his cousin, who said, "No beer, Bo."

"Alright," Bo said, disappointed. "Bring me a root beer, then." He looked at Becky sadly. "You feelin' OK, baby? You look a little weak."

"I'm fine, Bo!" she said, her bubbly-ness in high gear. "I feel just wonderful. How about you?

If ya ain't figured it out yet, a Duke boy don't give up that easy.

She turned to go back to the bar, and Bo grabbed her hand. "No!" she said, pulling away. "I'm at work."

She went to the bar and got Bo a mug of root beer, and Luke a mug of beer, then went back to their table. "Here ya go, boys!"

She wished Bo would stop looking at her that way. Bo was 18. A grown man by most people's standards. But he was giving her that scared little boy look again, and it made her ache all over. She turned away quickly to go back to work.

"What's wrong with you?" Luke asked his younger cousin. "You look like you just got kicked in the gut."

Luke's got that funny talent of bein' able to think like Bo. And he don't like what he's thinkin' right now.

"Reckon I kinda did," Bo said, half-heartedly taking a sip of his root beer.

"Huh?"

The Duke boys never was much for understandin' metaphors.

"Nothin'."

"OK, Bo. Somethin's eatin' you alive. What is it?"

"Nothin'! Just leave me alone."

"Bo..."

"I swear, Luke Duke, if you don't mind your own business!"

"Fine!"

"OK," Bo said, taking a gulp of root beer and wondering if he looked as stupid as he felt...Drinking root beer in the Boar's Nest.

"Be back in a minute," Luke said, casting another questioning glance on Bo.

He slipped up to the bar. "Daisy," he called in a whisper.

Daisy walked up and dropped down to rest her elbows on the bar, putting her level with her cousin. "What's goin' on, Luke?"

"I was hopin' you could tell me. Somethin's wrong with Bo."

Daisy looked at Luke for a minute. "What do you think it is?" she asked, remembering what she'd told Rebecca.

Luke immediately looked frustrated. "I don't know! I wouldn't have asked you if I had known!"

"I can't...I can't tell you, Luke. I wish I could...really..."

"Then, you know? Why would Bo tell you and not me? I'm his best friend."

"Bo didn't tell me. Rebecca did."

"Huh? He told her?" Now Luke was really mad.

"Luke, it involves her."

"Is she sick?"

"A little. Nothin' a little time won't fix."

"Oh...well... did she slight him?"

"No! Luke, you can't pick it out of me. I promised!"

"OK, fine!"

"I'm sorry, Luke. I really am, but I promised.

When Dukes make promises, they don't break 'em.

Luke didn't like this. His cousins never kept things from him. And he didn't like it at all. He didn't understand. And if Bo was in trouble, Luke wanted to help him. But he couldn't. Because Bo wouldn't let him.

Rebecca walked over to Bo's table when she saw that Luke was talking to Daisy. "Bo," she whispered, flinching when his blue eyes met hers. "I'm scared."

"Me, too. Lord knows I'm scared." He looked at her for a long time. "Are you OK?"

"No, I'm not OK! I'm...I'm going to have to spend the rest of my life in Hazzard County. I'm never going to get out of here, or go to college, or do what I wanna do!"

"I'm sorry, Becky. I'm so sorry."

"Look, Bo, I've got work to do. We'll talk later." She looked at Bo, and felt like her heart was being crushed under the weight of his dark blue eyes.

She turned to go back to work, with a weight on her shoulders like she'd never felt before. She and Bo were so young. They had their whole lives ahead of them, and they'd ruined them in a few short moments. Moments that had felt so right at the time.

Bo finished his drink and a sudden wave of anger at himself rushed over him. He smashed his fist into the table, and said in a defeated tone, "I'm a dang fool."

The sound of Bo's fist colliding with the table startled Luke. He quickly ran over to his cousin's side. "What's a matter with you, Bo?"

"Nothin'."

"Don't tell me nothin', 'cause it's a lie."

Well, ain't Luke just the smart one today?

"I don't have to tell you everything, Luke," Bo said, refusing to look his cousin in the eyes.

"Nah, I reckon not. But I'm only askin' because you're my cousin, and you seem more like my little brother. I love ya just like a brother."

The boys conversation was brought to an abrupt end by a commotion on the other side of the room.

Anger flashed like fire in Bo's eyes when he saw the hand of a big man clasped firmly around Becky's wrist. Becky tried to slap him, but he caught her other wrist in midair. She cried out in pain as he tightened his grip on her wrists. So she put her knee in place that was guaranteed to make the man let go. He yelled, but let go of her. One of his friends grabbed her from behind and held her arms behind her, breathing down her neck. Daisy ran over to the man who had Becky and drove her spike heel into the top of his foot. Bo and Luke were up and running quickly to join the fight.

Ever noticed how fights draw the Duke boys quicker than a perty girl?

The big man had recovered at this point, and his friend had released Becky to grab Daisy, pronouncing, "I like 'em feisty."

Daisy drove her heel into his foot, harder this time.

The big man had Rebecca again, and Bo jumped on him from behind, trying to beat his head into the ground. The big man let Becky go, and turned on her boyfriend, easily flipping Bo onto his back and coming down on top of him to beat him.

Luke, in the meantime, had easily beaten Daisy's "friend," who was much smaller than the man beating on Bo. He turned to Bo, and angrily jumped on the big man. He battered his head and ears, hoping, if nothing else, to get him off of Bo. Lucky enought for the Duke boys, Cooter Davenport, their mechanic, and best friend, was just walking in.

Here comes ol' Crazy Cooter, to the rescue.

Cooter was known for being one heck of a fighter if a friend was in trouble. Cooter jumped in to do his part. He commenced beating the man with both fists until the man finally wore out. Luke and Cooter stood up and helped the man to his feet, but Bo just looked at him in pure hatred.

"Listen here," Luke told the man. "Here in Hazzard, we all stick together. You picked the wrong people to mess with."

The man just looked at them with contempt. "Fine. But I'll catch up with one of y'all alone one of these days. We'll see how tough you are then."

Bo yelled, in a moment of almost crazed rage, "Yaahooooo! I'll be lookin' forward to it."

Luke grabbed his cousin by the shoulders. "Easy, Bo. No need to start another fight."

"Fight? If he ever touches Becky again, I'll kill him!"

"You're welcome to try," the big man said.

Luke kept his steady hand on his cousin's shoulder. "Calm down, cousin."

Bo let Luke hold him back for the moment. He looked at the man angrily. "Get out of here!" he growled.

"Fine!" the man said, walking around Bo to head outside.

When both boys were satisfied that the Boar's Nest had been cleared of people who were up to no good, Bo walked over to Becky. "Honey, are you alright?" he asked, opening his arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, letting him close his arms around her.

"I love you, honey."

"I love you, too, Bo. So much."

Becky was scared and angry. But she loved Bo Duke more than life itself. That was the one thing that she was sure of.

"Come on, Bo," Luke said, touching his cousin's arm. "We gotta go. I promised Uncle Jesse we'd be back before dark to feed the chickens and the goats."

Bo's forehead was pressed gently to Becky's. "Honey, I'll see ya first thing in the morning."

She let him kiss her, then said, "See ya then."

The boys went outside, and climbed through the windows into the General Lee. As they headed back home, Luke turned to Bo, "Cousin, just what's gotten into that dang fool head of yours? Fightin' a fella twice your size without sayin' a word to nobody about givin' you a hand? You're plum crazy, you know that?"

Luke may be a country boy, but he knows crazy when he sees it.

"It ain't none of your business, Luke. Leave me alone," Bo said, as the air blowing through the window tossed his curly blonde hair.

"Fine. I've just never seen you so mad before."

"She's my girlfriend."

"Never seen you stick up for any girl like that. Girlfriend or otherwise."

"Dang it, Luke. Don't you ever run out of questions?"

"Not till you tell me what's going on!"

"Alright, then. you just gotta know everything, dontcha? You know, you're worse than Daisy and Uncle Jesse put together."

Luke didn't like how Bo hadn't looked at him since they'd left. "Well, I just wanna know what's wrong with you."

"It's Becky," he said, sadness in his eyes.

"What about her?"

"I would've fought for her anyway, just because I love her. But I wasn't just fightin' for her. I had a whole 'nother reason for fightin' that fella."

"Well, what was it?" Luke asked, quickly becoming frustrated with his cousin's beating around the bush.

"I was fightin' for somebody else..." Bo choked on the knot in his throat. "Somebody..." He cursed as he brushed a tear from his cheek. "Somebody real important."

"Who, Bo?"

"My child," the tall blonde managed as he pulled the General to the side of the road, since he couldn't see a darn thing through the tears in his eyes.

That sure was the last thing Luke was expectin'.