AN: Thank you all for such wonderful reviews. Again: they really mean the world to me and make me want to keep putting the chapters up to this. You don't know how many times I've looked at the file it's in and had wanted to delete it thinking you guys would hate it. We finally see some Smallville in this chapter.

Chapter 5

The stars over Smallville found Clark Kent studying in his hayloft. The sound of crickets chirped outside soothing him, making it a perfect place to find some peace and put in some study hours. With a wide yawn, Clark shut the book suddenly feeling like he would rather be doing something else. Robert E. Lee was just not cutting it on the excitement factor. But since when did he ever?

The teen looked at his watch and was surprised to see it was only 10 o'clock. It felt so much later than that, but it had been a long day for him. First his dad's strange phone call and then he wore himself out by worrying about the missing parent all day. He hoped the Chloe had put a special rush job on that credit card info. The ring of his cell phone broke the silence and nearly made him jump.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Have I got great news for you," said a cheery Chloe on the other end.

"What is it? Did you track down my dad?"

"Whoa there! I'm not that good but I did get the senator's credit bill! I had to bribe the guy I got it from with a special advertising slot in the Torch for his stupid engine he's trying to sell-"

"Chloe! The information please."

"Sure, sorry. Geez. Anyway, it seems that Senator Jennings was at a motel in, get this, northern Georgia today around 11 today. The place is called "The Cozy Creek." It was for a room with two beds so I'm guessing your dad is still with him."

"Thanks Chloe! I gotta go, talk to you later."

He snapped the phone shut. This was the lead he had been waiting for all day! Clark super sped to the farm house quickly telling his mother the he would be gone for an hour. Martha wasn't happy but understood her son's need to do something. As soon as he got her approval, Clark was halfway to Georgia in a second. He sped along the roads keeping an eye out for the motel. It was only five minutes later that he caught sight of it and stepped inside. The dirty streets and look of abandonment in some of the shops told Clark he wasn't exactly in the good part of town.

A girl at the counter was reading an magazine looking bored out of her mind. She looked up as she heard the chime of the door opening.

"Hi, can I help you?" she said in a sweet voice. Working night shift sucked but there wasn't a good reason to be rude the people that came in. This was her lucky night, a cute one just walked in! But it was odd to see a guy decked out in flannel and jeans to come in, even in Atlanta.

"Yeah, I'm looking for a man named Jack Jennings. I was told he checked into here today."

"Let me see," she said turning to her computer. She quickly brought up the records of the people who had checked in and ran a quick search.

"Here we go, Jack Jennings and a guest. It says here he checked in around 11 and checked out around 5:30. Sorry about that."

"It's ok, uh, Alex," said Clark catching sight of her nametag. The girl just blushed.

"Do you happen to know where they were heading to?."

"Nope sorry."

After saying goodbye, Clark left the motel feeling like he was back at square one. Checking that the coast was clear, Clark sped towards home.

It didn't take long for Clark to arrive at his home. The yellow house looking as warm as ever with all the lights brightly lit inside. He was hesitant about going inside to tell his mother the bad news. Opening the kitchen door, Clark immediately knew something was wrong. The kitchen was in complete disarray.

"Mom?!" yelled Clark running through the house. He repeated the call several times throughout the house but never got a response. The rest of the home looked pretty much like the kitchen. Their things were strewn everywhere and furniture was upturned. Precious nic naks and family heirlooms were broken on the wooden floor. Some of the curtains even hung off the end of their rods while others were lying on the floor. It looked like there had been a struggle and Martha had lost. Inside the upstairs bathroom Clark noticed a white cloth laying on the cold linoleum. Picking it up, he immediately noticed a stinging smell floating through the air. The mystery books he had loved to read as a kid came back full force, it was chloroform. Clark dropped the rag into the sink and sank down to the floor. Now both parents were missing! First his father runs off without telling Clark or Martha where he was going and then now his mother was lost to him too. The teenager felt like putting his fist through the wall suddenly but knew that was a bad idea. Having to explain the hole wouldn't be fun no matter what the causes of his outburst may be.

As Clark calmed down he thought briefly about calling Jack's cell phone but the plan was immediately dismissed. He didn't have the cell number and the Kent phone didn't have caller ID so he couldn't go into past calls and look it up from there. Suddenly a plan formed in his head. Yes, that could work! He scrambled up from the bathroom floor and ran down the stairs snatching the phone that rested by the wall. He quickly dialed the number and waited for it to connect.

"Hey Clark," said Chloe in a tired voice. The all-nighters at the Torch were catching up to her.

"Chloe, can you do me another favor? I'll pay you back somehow."

"Whatcha need?"

"Do you have any programs on your new laptop that can trace phone calls?" The new laptop had been a birthday present from her dad. Now she could write articles no matter where she was and actually got most of them done before crunch time. Ever the sleuth, Chloe had immediately downloaded all her spying software onto it knowing it would come in handy later.

"Uh, yeah. Why?"

"My dad is going to call tomorrow morning. Can you come and hook up your computer to trace the call? I need to find out where he is."

"Yeah, no problem. Hopefully he'll use Jennings' cell so it will make it easier to trace."

"Thanks Chloe."

"No problem." She shut her phone amazed the plaid and flannel Clark Kent could come up with a plan like that.

Then night had been uneventful. The men didn't find one thing suspicious all night. Early the next morning, after breakfast, Jonathan and Jack were on their way to the Hazzard Garage. Pulling into town, both the men noticed not a thing had changed since they had last set foot in Hazzard. Jonathan felt like he was stepping into a page from his past again. He saw new faces strolling the streets in the early morning light but the buildings were still the same as ever. Seeing the garage ahead, Jonathan couldn't help but getting excited. His younger days were spent mostly in the General, either making out with some girl in the back or running from some form of bad guy, be it Rosco or some goons Boss Hogg had hired.

The guys pulled into the parking spot and saw not Cooter but L.B. under the hood of a car. Hearing cars doors slamming nearby L.B. looked up thinking it was someone who wanted to get gas.

"Well if it ain't the missin' famous Duke boys!" L.B. put down his tools and rushed over to greet his old friends.

"How are you doing, L.B?" asked Jack shaking the mechanic's hand.

"Doin' perty good actually. When you boys left, me an' Cooter thought business would fall right through but it's been goin' steady. What are you guys doin' back in good ol' Hazzard county?"

"Actually we were lookin' to pick up the General from Cooter," said Jonathan, his eyes already scanning the garage's interior, in a vain attempt to see the orange charger.

"Well boys, yer a little late. Ol' Cooter left soon after ya'll did. As for the General, I ain't seen him since you all left. Always did wonder whatcha guys did with him."

"Cooter left? Wow, I didn't expect that. Maybe he put the General in storage or something," said Jack.

"Well he mighta. He did leave me an old warehouse full o' cars up near the junkyard. I haven't been out there since even before he gave me the place but yer more than welcome to check it out."

L.B. fished out his key rings in this pocket, taking off the key that would let them gain access to the warehouse. The boys thanked him and set off to find the missing charger.

AN: So what did you think? Good? Bad? Oh, if you guys have any questions about the story don't feel shy to e-mail them to me. I'll be happy to answer anyone's questions. I know it appears with the General Lee that I'm ripping it off of the Reunion movie but I swear I wrote this long before I ever saw the movie (which was about last week). Thanks again for reading.