Discalmier: I do not own the dukes although I wish I did. I just write the story for fun.
I want to thank all of you for reading and rewiewing. I hope you like it. Thank Baseballfan44 for all the help.
After Breanna and Jazzy had pulled into the café, Breanna shut the car off and turned to face Jazzy.
"Oh honey," Breanna said, stifling laughter. "Your hair is a mess. Let me fix it before we go inside." She reached in the backseat where Jazzy's things were and found a hairbrush. She pulled Jazzy's hair up into two little pigtails.
"Thanks Mommy," Jazzy said. "I'm hungry. I want bacon, eggs and biscuits." She eagerly crawled out the door, and falls. She then started to cry. "Moooommmyyyyy," she wails, "That huuuuurt!"
Breanna scrambled out of the car and to the other side as fast as she could. She knelt down next to her daughter. "It's okay Jazzy. You'll be okay."
"But Moommmyyy," she sobbed. "It huuuuuurts!" Breanna noticed her knees were all scraped up from the dirt parking lot.
"Don't cry, baby, it's okay. Why don't we go inside and wash up those knees?" She scooped Jazzy up in her arms and used her fingers to wipe away the tears off of Jazzy's rosy cheeks. They went into the café. Once the hostess showed them their seats, Breanna took Jazzy into the bathroom to wash up her scraped up knees. By the time they got back, Jazzy was once again the cheerful child she had been at the beginning.
After a few minutes, a waitress came and asked them what they wanted to drink.
"I'd like an ice tea," Breanna said, "and a kid-sized Coke for her." The waitress nodded and left.
"Mommy," Jazzy said, "what's your job?"
"Well," Breanna said. "I work with my brother, or your uncle, Cooter, at his mechanic shop. We fix cars. Some say I'm better than him, but we won't tell him that, will we?"
"No," Jazzy said. "We won't."
The waitress came back with the drinks. "What can I getcha to eat?" she wondered.
"I want bacon. And scrambled eggs. And biscuits," Jazzy said.
"I'll have the same," Breanna said.
"Okay," the waitress said to confirm, "we got two orders of bacon, scrambled eggs and biscuits." When Breanna nodded, the waitress walked off.
"Mommy," Jazzy said in that same questioning voice. "Why aren't you and Daddy married?"
Breanna wasn't sure how to explain it to a three year old so the afore mentioned three year old would understand. "Well, um, he got a job somewhere else, and I guess we just didn't love each other as much as good husbands and wives should."
Jazzy was silent for a moment before saying, "So who are those Bo and Luke dudes?"
Balladeer: That girl sure can play twenty questions.
"Well, Bo is a very, very good friend of mine. Luke is my friend too, just not as much as Bo. They're best friends with your uncle Cooter, so that's how I met them. Bo and Luke are cousins, and they have another cousin named Daisy. Bo, Luke, and Daisy live with their Uncle Jesse, and I'll take you by their house later so you can meet Daisy and Jesse."
"Alright," said the waitress as she came with their food. "Here's your food. I'll be by in a few minutes to see how you're doing."
"Thanks," Breanna said.
"Mommy, I liked Luke. He's nice," Jazzy said matter-of-factly. "But why is Bo so mean?"
"Oh honey," Breanna said. "Don't worry. It had nothin' to do with you. He's just mad at mommy for some things. He's actually a pretty nice guy."
Balladeer: Well, while them two's is gettin' ta know each other; let's check in on Bo and Luke. Poor Bo was real upset.
At the Boar's Nest, Bo sat in a booth, chugging down a glass of beer. Angrily, he stared off into space, thinking.
"Hey buddy," Luke said cheerfully, sitting down across from Bo. Bo gave him a look that could kill a 'coon. "Hey, I think you should talk to Breanna. She might have a good reason for not telling you. Maybe you should calm down."
"Calm down?" Bo asked angrily. "Calm down? How do you expect me ta calm down? Leave me alone, cause yer girlfriend didn't just show up with a child." Without another word, Bo took off out the door, and tore away in the General Lee.
"Luke," Daisy said, having seen the whole thing. "What did you ta Bo? He was sure in a hurry ta git outta here. Last time he was this mad was when you were tryin' ta convince 'im not ta do the Leap for Life during that whole Carnival of Thrills mess." She noticed the remorseful look on Luke's face, so she hugged him.
"Breanna used to be married," said Luke, staring off into nowhere. He didn't want Daisy to see how hurt he was, but he knew that plan wasn't working.
"So what?" Daisy asked. "She's divorced, right?"
"Yeah. But that's not why Bo's upset. They had a child. A three year old girl named Jasmine, also known as Jazzy."
Daisy gasped. "She's got a kid? Does Cooter know?" Her eyes widened.
"Yes, she has a kid, and no, I don't think Cooter knows. But it won't be long before he finds out," Luke said, "All Breanna has to do is go home, and he'll know."
"Let's go look for Bo before he goes and does somethin' stupid," Daisy said. Luke nodded in agreement. "Hey Jim," she said to the bartender, "will you cover for me?"
When the kind bartender agreed, she and Luke left in Dixie.
As Luke and Daisy were out looking for Bo, he was driving along the road going way to fast for a man who was all confused. He couldn't remember being this upset in his entire life. There was too much on his mind to be paying any attention to the road, he accidentally found himself in Hazzard Pond, but luckily, he was still on the shore, so poor General Lee was not completely submerged.
"Dang it!" Bo cursed, pounding the steering wheel with his fist. He grabbed the CB transmitter. "Crazy Cooter, this is Lost Sheep number 2 calling Crazy Cooter, ya gotcher ears on?"
"Craaaaazay Cooter how may I be of service buddy-roo?" Cooter's voice came over the CB.
"Uh, would ya mind towin' the General outta Hazzard Pond?" Bo said, not wanting to tell Cooter why.
"I'll be there in 15 minutes. Don't go nowhere till I git there." Cooter laughed.
"I ain't goin' nowhere, my car's in the pond!" Bo said, then a thought randomly popped into his head about how yet again, he had fallen for the wrong girl.
"Take it easy, greasy, I'll be there in two shakes of a lambs tail," Cooter said. "Over 'n' out."
While waiting for Cooter, Bo sat on the roof of the General, throwing rocks in the pond. With no one else to talk to, Bo started spewing his problems out to the General.
"Why me?" he asked the car. "I would love it if just once I could meet a girl who don't have no hidden past or was runnin' away from somethin'. I gotta have a chat with that girl."
Now, ya'll know I love the General Lee almost as much as the boys do. But if that car starts givin' advice, then I'll know there's somethin' real wrong with Hazzard. More than usual.
A few minutes later, Cooter showed up in his tow truck. "Hey Bo," he greeted. "Grab the end a this chain and hook it to the front of the General." He threw Bo the end of the chain attached to the tow truck.
Bo stood up to catch it. He then attached it to the car.
"Hey, thanks Coot," Bo said. "Let's get to the garage. General Lee needs a tune-up." He climbed into the truck alongside Cooter.
"No problem, buddy-roo," Cooter said.
A few miles down the road, Cooter couldn't help himself anymore. "So how'd you end up in the pond anyways? Rosco borrow yer car?"
"Nah," Bo said. He hesitated for a moment to think of a good enough lie.
"Someone ran me off the road."
"Well, yer gonna need to file a report on that car," Cooter said, not buying it. "What'd the car look like?"
"Well," Bo said. "I, uh, dunno. I guess I, uh, wasn't payin' too much attention to the car. I was too busy tryin' to, uh, keep the General on the road."
"Okay," Cooter said in an unreadable tone of voice.
"Let's go see what damage needs to be fixed this time," Bo said; glad to be changing the subject.
Later, after Bo CB'd Luke and Daisy to pick him up since the General had to stay overnight, Cooter went home and found his sister working on Sunshine under the hood.
"Hey Bre," Cooter greeted. "Ya make me that sandwich I CB'd ya 'bout?"
Breanna nodded. "Yeah. It's in the fridge. Roast beef with lettuce, tomato, mustard, mayo, salt, and pepper. Just like you wanted it."
"Thanks," Cooter said. He went inside to grab the sandwich, and a couple of cokes—one for himself, and one for Breanna. He stopped in his tracks when he saw a mop of unruly blonde hair sticking out from behind the couch.
Well, ya'll I'd say Cooter found Jazzy, wouldn't you?
"Who's that?" Cooter whispered to himself. Slowly, he prodded towards the living room to see who was there. He saw a little girl playing with some old doll, and it reminded him of playing with his sister when they were kids.
He went outside in search of some answers. Tossing Breanna a coke, he asked, "Who's the kid playin' with that old Raggedy Ann doll a yers in the livin' room?"
Breanna sighed, knowing this moment was coming. "She's my daughter." She wiped her hands on a rag.
"Yer daughter?" Cooter asked, angry. "One week ago, you ask me if you could have a place to stay fer awhile. I said yes. I didn't know that one week later, I'd have some kid playin' dolls on m'couch! Why didn't ya tell me!"
"She's not just some kid," Breanna said. "She is my daughter, and her name is Jasmine. But you'd better call her Jazzy."
Cooter ignored her. "Why couldn't ya of told me, Bre? Don't I mean enough to you to tell me what's goin' on in yer life?"
Breanna was starting to tear up. "I didn't tell you for two reasons. One, since I just found out she was coming this morning, I didn't think I was going to see her ever again anyways, I didn't see the point. Two, I thought ya'd be mad at me."
Cooter calmed down slightly. "Bre, the only reason I'm mad is cause ya weren't honest with me in the first place! I would notta been mad if ya'd just told me! An' I don' care if ya was foolin' 'round with some guy or that ya gotta kid! I'm just mad cause ya didn't tell me! Ya shoulda told me when she was born! I woulda been real happy 'bout beein' a uncle!"
"How could I have told you! You never called, you never wrote, so I didn't know how ta git in touch with you! But you knew how to get in touch with me! You have no idea how much work it was to track you down to find you here! Mom never gave me your contact info cause you know she wanted to keep us separate! There was no way to tell you! So you know what? Just leave me alone!" Without waiting for an answer, Bre hopped in her car and sped off.
Cooter knew right then Breanna had a point. He rushed to his CB. "Bre, I'm sorry. Come back, let's talk 'bout this. Come on, kid."
"No," Bre said, before turning off her CB.
Well, I sure am glad I ain't in ol' Cooter's shoes right 'bout know.
Breanna drove down random turns wherever she saw fit to turn, not really going anywhere. But before long, a black sedan pulled up beside her, and just started ramming her, for no apparent reason. Before long, she lost control and headed down into the ditch and crashed into a tree before blacking out.
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