Author's Note: This is Bo and Luke's life together, from the first year Bo was with them, until when Luke leaves for the Marines, and one year after he gets back. It is all different events, but they all begin with more or less the same phrase. I thought it might be fun to tell their lives together by something that keeps happening. This follows on the same line as 'It's Cold,' and some of the events are even similar with the ages. There is also an Easter egg in there, if you can spot the line from the Dukes of Hazzard show, but I ain't telling which part it is in...

Big thanks to Earendil Eldar 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….

I'm Tired, Part One

Luke shook his head, he had thought that he was beginning to understand what the baby was about. It didn't seem all that complicated when his aunt and uncle had explained it to him. Sure some things still did, and changing the baby still seemed very nasty. There were however things that he thought he could understand. His uncle had explained to him how different even small puppies were from grown dogs.

He did have a point about that. It was impossible to keep track of the puppies, they were everywhere, and they made quite a mess out of everything when they ate. Just like the baby Bo did.

They were also crawling around everywhere and causing even more trouble, and that was exactly like Bo. Only yesterday when his aunt was making cookies he had managed to get a hold of the table cloth. Flour, milk, and just about everything on the table had come crashing down on the floor.

Still no one was angry at the baby, his aunt had actually laughed as she looked at the mess. Bo had been sitting in the middle of it, covered in flour, and laughing while he waved an old wooden spoon through the air.

So Luke had decided that his uncle had a point, Bo could easily cause as much trouble as a litter of puppies, but, he still thought that the puppies were at least cuter.

Especially now, he was screaming, again.

Normally he screamed and cried when he was hungry, and Luke guess he could understand that, but now Aunt Martha was trying to feed him, and he was still screaming, and whatever was that about?

Occasionally he paused screaming long enough to swallow a spoonful, but most of the times he just screamed so much he didn't even take the spoon.

"Why is he doing that?" Luke asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him. "Don't he understand he can't eat if he's screaming, and why is he screaming for food even while ya try an' give him?"

Martha paused so she could smile at her oldest nephew. "He ain't screaming cause he's hungry right now Luke, he's tired." She wiped some food away from his chin. "He wants to sleep, but I would rather he finished eating first, or he'll just wake up hungry. So now he's screaming because I won't leave him alone so he can sleep."

"Well then why don't ya?" Luke frowned. "If it makes him stop screaming like that, my ears hurt."

"Yeah, I think he has the same idea." She picked up a moist napkin to clean the baby off. "He don't want anymore right now, though I'm pretty sure he'll be waking up and wanting it in a few hours."

"Ya mean he'll start screaming again then?" Luke asked baffled.

"If he wakes up hungry he will, to make sure I know about it." Martha smiled as she rose, and tussled Luke's hair as she walked past him to put Bo into his crib.

"If we ever get another one like that, can we please get one that don't scream all the time?" Luke pleaded, there had to be one like that. He followed her and watched as she changed Bo into a pajama before laying him down. Amazingly enough, for someone who seemed so clueless most of the time, Bo seemed to know what was going on. For he quieted down when she put the pajama on him.

Luke could have sworn that he was asleep even as she spread the baby blanket over him.

"Luke, I'm tired." Two year old Bo tugged at Luke's sleeve. In truth Luke thought he was still just a baby. Sure, he could run around now, but it only meant he made twice as much trouble. Now he yawned as he tugged at Luke's sleeve, again. "Wanna sleep."

"Sleep then." Luke told him, he was playing with his toy cars, the round carpet made quite a good race track.

Bo pouted, lower lip trembling. "Luke." He whined.

"Ya cranky." Luke looked at him with a frown. He really hated it when the baby grew all cranky like that. He would start crying if you as much as looked at him when he got that cranky.

"Wanna sleep." Bo whined, really whining.

When Luke wasn't interested he walked away, and Luke felt relieved. Then he heard a soft rattle of wood behind him and turned to look. Bo was trying to scale the side of his bed. It was a bed for small children, it had high sides that was made out of wooden bars. It was made that way so that Bo wouldn't be able to get out, of course, not being able to climb out, meant it was even harder to climb in.

"Bo stop that." Before Luke could move Bo lost his grip and fell to the floor. He started crying as soon as he had landed and Luke rushed over to him.

"What are you doing?" He demanded.

"Wanna sleep." Bo wailed, tears streaming down his face. "Hurts."

"Yeah, well, ya can't climb there." Luke scolded him. Then he gathered Bo up in his arms to sooth him. Hugging him to make him stop crying. It took some time, he guessed that Bo had really hurt himself when he fell. He fell pretty often.

Eventually Bo stopped crying, and Luke looked at him, frowning, he was asleep. He looked at him, and wondered what he should do now. He couldn't get Bo into his bed either. Frowning a little more, then coming up with a solution he put him down on the carpet, lying there asleep, with his thumb in his mouth he made a pretty good obstacle for the cars on the race track.

"Luke, I'm tired." Three year old Bo looked up at his older cousin. "Really tired."

Luke looked over at him, he looked hot and flustered. Luke knew their aunt Martha had put a jacket on him before letting him go out to play, and yet he wasn't wearing it now, his shirt hung open as one button seemed to have fallen off. He looked as if he had been running and was now worn out, and that usually meant one thing.

"Ya ain't supposed to chase them chickens." Luke said angrily. "How many times do we have to tell ya? Why don't ya ever listen to us Bo, ya ain't supposed to chase them around."

Bo sniffed and gave Luke a scared look, surprised by the outburst. "But Luke, they started chasing me." He objected. "They did, an' when they went an' chased me, I just sorta chased them back."

"They started chasing ya?" Luke snorted. "That's silly."

"Did." Bo's voice rose to an agitated pitch at the prospect of not being believed. "One o' em' did, and chased me, an' I fell an' it hurt, an' then I chased them back." To prove his point he held up two skinned palms for Luke's inspection. Luke looked at his hands, there were several small lacerations there, several that looked to still have some small stones and dirt in them. Most likely one of the chickens had scared Bo so he tripped and fell, and once he had gotten back to his feet, well he most likely had started chasing them back.

"An' I'm tired." Bo finished as Luke inspected his hands.

"Go inside." Luke told him. "Ya need to show Aunt Martha that so she can clean up those scrapes, and then ya can rest for a bit." He put a hand on Bo's back since his hands were hurt. "Come, lets go inside."

Bo followed obediently, hand going to his mouth out of habit, but he just got dirt in his mouth and gave a disgusted frown. Walking beside him Luke smiled as he saw it.

"I'm tired Luke." Bo stifled a yawn as he looked at his older cousin.

"Go and sleep then." Luke answered. It wasn't as if Bo was to old for afternoon naps at four. Aunt Martha always put him down for them if he grew tired or cranky. Now she had gone over to the neighbor though, she should be back soon and their uncle was in the barn, so they weren't really alone.

"Can ya tell me a story." Bo came over to stand by Luke's knee where he was sitting on the couch. Luke had been sitting with a picture books with cars in it, and he wasn't really interested in telling Bo a story.

"No." He said as he turned the page.

"Please, I'm tired, an' I wanna sleep, but I wanna hear a story first." Bo pouted and gave Luke the cutest look he possible could. "I'll give ya a hug." He offered.

"I wanna sit here an' read." Luke told him.

"I can sit here as well." Bo stated, hopefully. He sank down on the floor, leaning his back against Luke's leg. "See, can ya tell me a story now, please." He twisted around and hugged Luke's legs.

"A short one." Luke agreed.

Bo wrapped his arms around his legs again. "Thank you." He beamed. Then he settled back down with his back against Luke's legs as Luke began to tell a short story.

"Ya sleeping now?" He asked at the end of it, there was no answer. "Ya asleep now Bo?" He asked once more, he moved one leg, and watched as Bo fell over sideways to lie on the floor. He shook his head, that child could sleep anywhere.

TBC

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