AN: Thanks for the wonderful reviews! They really mean the world to me. Virtual cookies for those who caught Kinsey's name. Here is the next chapter of the story. Sorry no Smallville in this chapter but I'm sure you guys aren't complaining.

Chapter 3

The men decided to get a few hours rest in Atlanta before proceeding onto Hazzard county. The motel wasn't the Ritz but it was decent. Jonathan parked the car at the back of the motel so it couldn't be seen from the road. The skies were overcast as both men got into the room and set down some of their things. They wanted to freshen up as well. Driving straight through the night didn't leave someone feeling fresh in the least. The flip of a coin revealed that Jonathan would get first at the shower. He was thankful because yesterday's sweat of working on the farm was still clinging to him and he could even smell it. Jonathan quickly stripped in the bathroom and climbed into the shower. He squeezed half the tiny bottle of complimentary shampoo onto his hand and rubbed it into his scalp feeling better already. After both senator and farmer took their showers they both quickly stripped to their boxers and laid down in their own beds but Jack was the only one who drifted off immediately. Jonathan had too much going on in his mind.

He thought over the complete change over in Jack. The Luke he knew seemed so different to the man Jack now was. Funny how the serious, straight forward Duke became the reckless one after all. Jonathan supposed that it was because of the situation above anything else. Luke wasn't happy in the first place about being placed in the Witness Protection Program. Not wanting to give his life up that he had worked hard to get. His simple life in Hazzard County was no more and he knew it. Jonathan thought himself lucky that he found Martha and eventually Clark. Maybe that was why he was so serious nowadays. He had to think of all the little possibilities that could go wrong with Clark's secret. Jack on the other hand didn't seem happy in his marriage. Jack probably became reckless as a fit of rebellion. Trying to test his boundaries on what he could and couldn't do. The FBI wasn't very good at looking after their clients in the program so Jack got away with most of his exploits. Including running for senate. When Jonathan had found out that Jack was running, the farmer called him immediately demanding an explanation and pleading with him to not do it. But it all fell on deaf ears. Jack would hear none of it, just happy that he could get away with it. If he could help people, why would Jonathan be angry, said Jack on several occasions. To Jonathan it seemed the more reserved and cautious he became the more eccentric and outgoing was Jack.

The farmer finally managed to squash down the internal debate and gradually fell asleep.

The wake up call from the front desk seemed to come too early but no matter how much they wanted to give their bodies more time to rest, it was time to move on. Jack reached over and told the clerk that they got the message and thanked the young lady. Jack crawled out of bed, aching from the days' car ride but Jonathan got right up. Years of working on the farm had conditioned him. He knew the same held true for a younger Jack but now since he had left the farm life over twenty years ago, age had caught up with him and its curses as well.

As they pulled out of Atlanta, Jonathan made a quick stop at the nearby McDonalds grabbing dinner for both of them. The rush of driving through the night and the run in with one of Barnum's men had faded and their bodies made it's demands known. Jack was eating his hamburger in his lap and Jonathan was picking at his fries with one hand while the other steered the car. The older man had offered to drive but Jonathan turned him down. Their food was eaten in silence and the remains got thrown into the back seat while they wiped the grease off their hands on their jeans. Knowing that Hazzard was just under an hour away, Jonathan decided to breach the subject of home again.

"Jack, what are we going to do when we get back to Hazzard?" He hoped that the older man had at least a plan thought out.

"Well I figured we could see Daisy and Uncle Jesse and ask if Barnum may have contacted them or if anything strange is going on. And I figure since we know the layout of the land we could eventually lead Barnum there and get him."

"But why, after all of these years, is he going after us now? A man that powerful could have tracked us down years ago." Jack just shrugged.

As soon as he saw the "Welcome to Hazzard" sign, Jonathan immediately knew exactly where he was. The memories of his youth flooding back into his mind. For a few seconds he felt like Bo again. Bo was the carefree youth who snagged the ladies hearts at the Boar's Nest and drove like a madman in the General Lee with his best friend and cousin by his side. Bo acted first and thought later, getting him into more trouble that he meant to in the first place. Now Jonathan was the quiet reserved man. He thought through plans and laid his life very carefully before him. He tended to mull over his actions, praying to God that everything would work out and that the Kents wouldn't be on the front page the next morning for having kept a space alien for thirteen years.

Jonathan sank into the familiar feeling of the dirt roads and drove in an almost automatic feeling toward his former home.

Time hadn't seemed to affect Hazzard in the least. Trees were still all around the roads that still hadn't been paved. The men hadn't seen any cars coming or going on the road but that wasn't a big surprise. Hazzard was so full of back roads that it was a rare occasion when you passed anyone.

They pulled up to the farm house, both unsure if this was still a true Duke Farm. Neither one had wanted to phone ahead or stop in town to ask, afraid of what the answer could be.

The house and barn hadn't changed much. The men could see that the house had recently received a fresh coat of white paint, looking like a gem in front of the dirt driveway. The barn looked like it took the test of time and passed with flying colors. It was still the exact shade of brown Jonathan and Jack remembered from their earlier years. Chickens still pecked for feed in front of the screened in porch and laundry was hanging from the ropes outside the house. It almost felt like stepping back into the past. Jonathan cut the engine and got out of the car. Jack stepped out of the car and looked around. Except for the cluck of chickens, the farm was eerily quite in the late afternoon sun. They both walked to the screened in porch and Jonathan opened it quietly not wanted to break the silence. Jack followed him in and stood beside the younger man. Jonathan took a deep breath, honestly scared at the unknown of what could now be inside his childhood home. He lifted a fist and knocked solidly on the old wooden door. It took only ten seconds for the door to open but to both men it felt like hours.

"Hiya, what can I…Bo? Luke? What are you fellas doin' here? Oh what am I sayin'?!" Immediately Daisy grabbed each man around the neck and hugged them for dear life. She quickly let go, hearing their groans of protest and looked at the expectantly.

"Well aren't ya going to let us in?" asked Jonathan smiling.

"Oh! I'm so sorry, come on in. I guess I'm just so excited about seeing you two." She quickly led them both inside the small kitchen. Compared to the outside of the house, inside was completely different. A new wooden table stood in the middle of the kitchen with four matching chairs sitting around it. The cabinets had been replaced and so had the stove. A new dishwasher was under the counter. The living room as well was completely different from their childhood days. All the furniture matched and the their was new paint on the walls. The fireplace stood where it always had but the nic naks standing on the mantel had more elegance to them. Daisy, it seemed, was living a very good life.

"Wow Daisy, it sure seems like you made it pretty well," said Jack with a smile. Daisy threw a smile back at him.

"Diana, we have guests!" Daisy called out.

The trio heard rustling coming from one of the backrooms and saw the door opening moments later. A tall thin girl came into the living room pushing headphones off her ears.

"Yeah, mom? Who is it?" asked the teenager. She didn't recognize the men standing next to her mother.

"These are your uncles…uh." Daisy turned toward the men not sure what names she should use. Their old names? Or the new ones she had yet to learn?

"Jack and Jonathan," supplied Jack. They could straighten out the names later.

"Their my uncles?"

"Yeah, in a roundabout way," said Jonathan. Daisy ushered the group to sit at the table and offered coffee to the boys, who accepted.

"So you're my mom's brothers?" asked Diana while her mother got the coffee.

"Well no actually. We're her cousins but we hardly think of ourselves as cousins," said Jonathan.

"So where have you guys been? I've never seen you here before?"

"Diana! They only just got here. Back off for a minute and they just might give us the whole story." Daisy set the mugs down on the table and took the seat beside her daughter waiting for their tale. Jack decided to get right to the matter at hand.

"Barnum found us."

"What? How? "

"We're not sure, probably through some dirty agents in the FBI."

"Not that I'm not happy to see ya'll but what are you guys doing here? This is the first place they might come lookin' for ya."

"We know Daisy, but we also know this territory. Plus we wanted to know if you had seen or heard anything out of the ordinary." Plus to protect you in case something went wrong, thought Jack.

"Hey, Daisy. Where is Uncle Jesse?" asked Jonathan with a grin, hoping to see the man he respected the most come walking around the corner any minute.

Daisy's face paled and she put a hand over her mouth. Diana shot her a look of shock.

"Mom, they don't know?"

"Know what?" Jack could feel the dread creeping up into his chest already, fearing the answer.

"Oh God, boys. I'm so sorry. Uncle Jesse died…two years ago."

AN: Review time! Time me what you thought. Good? Bad? I know I'm gonna be getting death threats for Uncle Jesse's death. I really am sorry about that but I'm trying to make this close to real life (like how Denver Pyle is dead in real life). Oh and a virtual cookie to whoever can guess where I got Diana's name from! Think super heroes . I'm not trying to say that the name for my characters are unoriginal but I really enjoy reading fics were there is something kinda hidden in it or that a name has a special meaning so I thought I would do that in this fic too.