It had been six months… six heart-wrenching, agonizing months since Bo had made his life-altering decision. During this whole time Luke had watched from the sidelines as Bo retreated further and further inside an imaginary shell, hiding from the constant voice that reminded him of what he had been… and what he no longer was.

Luke wanted nothing more than to forcefully place his cousin behind the wheel of the General Lee and show him that he could drive and to make him forget all about the nagging fear that throbbed in his heart telling him that he couldn't. It had been Jesse that told Luke to give up the idea.

"Now Luke, like it or not Bo is over 18… he's old enough t' make his own decisions…"

"Even if they's wrong? Jesse you an' I both know that he can drive…"

"Course he can drive… but if he's afraid t', bein' able t' is bout as much help as havein' a fishin' hook with no pole."

"But Uncle Jesse… we can't just sit back an' let him give up on himself…"stated Luke resolutely.

"No…but we can't force him int' doin' somethin' he don't wanna do either…an' drivin' is one of those things… we'll just hafta wait an' see what happens…."

Waiting and seeing… that was becoming a nightly tradition for Luke. Each night he'd lay in bed unable to sleep, knowing that come the wee hours of the morning he would be woken by the muffled sobs coming from Bo's bed. When it had first begun, several months ago, Luke would rouse himself from his warm bed and go to Bo, intending to hold him as he did when he was plagues with nightmares as a child. It wouldn't take much persuasion to get Bo to talk about what was bothering him… or so he thought. He was taken by surprise when, upon feeling his cousin's hand on his shoulder, Bo screamed at Luke, in no uncertain terms, to get away and leave him be.

Don't y'all just hate that?

Now Luke didn't even bother closing his eyes. He simply waited, staring at the ceiling for the inevitable. Each night he wanted nothing more than to go to Bo and solve all of his problems just like he used to when Bo was still knee-high to a grasshopper, but he knew Bo would not allow it. So he simply listened as the gentle sobs echoed through the room, night after night, and bided his time.

He decided it was time for a talk with Uncle Jesse when the crying intensified, and Luke could hear Bo's asthma kicking in.

"It's every night Uncle Jesse…" as he explained why the dark circles under his eyes seemed like permanent fixtures as of late.

"Now Luke…them docs told us that some depression er other might happen with his medication…" began Jesse practically.

"No… not like this," contradicted Luke.

"What are ya gettin' at Luke?" asked Daisy as she refilled Jesse's coffee cup with a smile.

"What I'm getting' at is I've seen Bo depressed before…. This is diff'rent. He's lost hope. I'm scared Uncle Jesse. His emotions have been havin' a field day with him…an we all know what that could lead t'…"

Jesse nodded slowly.

"What'll we do?" asked Daisy worriedly.

Luke looked at her. Well, fer one thing I sure as heck ca't just sit back an' watch him tear himself apart like he is… I gotta do somethin'…"

"But what?" asked Daisy, resting her hand on Luke's shoulder.

Luke shook his head sadly. "I dunno. I just don't don't know."

That night Luke awoke to the sound of Bo tossing and turning,oaming softly all the while.

"Bo…" Luke quietly crossed over to his cousin's bed and gently laid a hand on his tense back. The blond jumped.

"Bo… Bo it's just me… yer dreamin'…wake up cousin…"

Bo blinked his blue eyes open and looked up at Luke with a startled look.

"Hey Bo…it's ok….was just a dream…."

"Luke?" asked Bo tentatively.

"Yeah buddy?" answered the older cousin, venturing closer to Bo as one would approach a wild animal caught in a trap.

Tears cascaded down Bo's cheeks as he fumbled for his cousin and pulled him into a hug.

Luke sighed as he held Bo close to him and let him cry. Bo had always been the most sensitive of all the cousins… more so even than Daisy. But never had he been so quick to shed tears as he had the past few months.

"I hate this! It ain't fair an' I hate it!" cried the boy plaintively, hiding his face on Luke's plaid shirt.

"I know ya do," answered Luke kissing the top of Bo's curly head. "But it'll be ok… I promise ya it will…"

Bo shook his head. "I wanna drive Luke… I miss the General!"

"Well come on then… what's stoppin' ya?"

"What if…"

"No," interrupted Luke. "No what ifs…."

"Luke I'm so scared…I don't wanna anyone …an' I could…."

"Bo, anyone could get in an accident… ya sure ain't gotta have a seizure t' do it…"

"I know but…."

Luke shrugged. "I ain't gonna tell ya what t' do Bo… but I will tell ya this… I miss ya… I miss ya a lot."

Bo gave Luke a tired watery smile. "Luke?" he asked a few minutes later.

"Yeah?"

"Can…can…we go fer a short drive tomorrow…jest t' see….?"

Luke grinned. "You bet."

"Kay…"

Luke was just falling asleep when Bo called his name ten minutes later.

"Luke?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight? I…I'm worried an' I can't stop thinkin' bout tomorrow."

Luke threw back the covers in response. Bo made his way to Luke's bed and crawled in beside him sighing softly. "Thanks Luke…" mumbled Bo as he snuggled down under the covers.

Luke shook his head, laying his arm across Bo in a half-hug and gently kissed his cheek. "Sweet dreams Bo…"

Bo didn't answer.

He was already asleep.

Three months later.

Luke grinned as he sat back in the passenger seat relaxing. Bo gave him a saucy grin. "You sleepy, old man?" he teased.

"Who ya callin' old? Ya drive like Great-Aunt Mabel..." returned Luke grinning, having missed the friendly banter with Bo on days like this.

"Aunt Mabel? I bet Aunt Mabel never did this…" Bo did a quick 180 and pressing his foot on the gas turned down an old back road… one that he knew for certain had the bridge washed out in the last heavy rain. "Hold on t' yer hat Lukas… General's bout to sprout wings…"

The sound of the Dixie horn echoed through the sky… like a proclamation to the world…Bo was back.

Well that's it- I made the ending as happy as possible though I did not miraculously heal Bo. Now for the explanation. I called it Switch for three reasons: First, because a seizure is like a switch in that during one your body just stops normal function and your brain takes over instead; Second, as many of you noted, Bo had a dramatic switch in his personality as well as his life that he had to deal with because of it. The third switch is simply that, as I mentioned, this is a realistic fiction in that all of the main things mentioned here…did not only happen to Bo in my story. They were taken from a few of my own experiences. I am not going to give you my entire story, though if you have questions I'll be happy to answer them. My main goal was to give my readers a good read, let them see a little bit inside me… and maybe enlighten you about a much misunderstood disorder. Hope ya liked it! -Jordyn