AN: Wow, I got a ton of reviews! Thank you all for the support and great reviews. Nice to know I still have readers out there. This the last chapter actually but there is an epilogue which is going to be posted tomorrow. So enjoy.

Chapter 13

"Well that was great seeing ol' Rosco again. He's lookin' good for his age." Jonathan nodded in agreement.

"Now you were talking about takin' the General?" asked Jonathan quickly changing the mood of the room from play to serious.

"Well that's if you didn't mind. I'd be happy to pay for your half of course. I don't know why but I just having a feeling he should come with me."

"Then of course you can take him. I couldn't really use him out on the farm. He'd probably end up near the barn rustin'. And no, I'm not goin' to let you pay for anything. You can have him."

Jack's eyes practically light up at Jon's words. He couldn't express out much this meant to him. Jack guess that maybe he just needed a connection to home. Something that reminded him of better times in his life.

At that moment Jonathan was happy of the years he and Jack had been separated because Jack would have caught the lie immediately. Yeah, it was true that Jonathan couldn't use the General on the farm but he still could have tinkered under the hood like the old days but as much as he would have loved to keep the car, he had a feeling Jack needed the General more.

The rest of the day was passed by Jack and Jonathan telling Martha some of their adventures. At some of the crazier stories, Martha would give a skeptical look but both men assured her they were all true. All day the nurses could hear the trio's laughter floating from the room.

During the second day of Jack's stay at the hospital, the FBI finally got around to seeing the two men to discuss their futures. Obviously neither man needed to be in hiding anymore, so naturally the agents assumed they wanted their old names and lives back. The two agents were shocked to find that neither one had wanted their old names. Atleast right now. Jonathan stated firmly that he wanted to be Jonathan Kent from now on. Jack had stated that he wanted to resume being Jack Jennings until the day came when he couldn't get elected to being a senator anymore. Only then would he go back to being Luke, otherwise things would be just too confusing in Washington. The agents agreed to have the boys keep their names and also said to Jack that when the time came for him to change it back just to contact them.

While Jonathan and Jack were angry at the lack of effort on the FBI's part of this whole ordeal, they had to admit that everything did go a bit fast. Jack knew politics so he knew that FBI was probably just getting the message that something was wrong the day Martha had been kidnapped. The boys were pleased when the agents had apologized profusely about the situation while looking down at their feet and toeing their shoes against the linoleum.

After a few days in the hospital, Jack was finally sprung from its halls. The nurses were sad to see him go, due to him sweet talking them. He practically had the whole floor of nurses doing his bidding by the time he got out. Jonathan had picked him up from the hospital in Daisy's car since he didn't want Jack to have any more pain by trying to get into the General's stuck door. Plans were already mapped out at the Strate farm when they got back. The Kents and Jack would be heading back to Smallville the next day, bright and early. Daisy was a mother hen to Jack the entire day after that. Constantly telling to get his butt back on the couch and rest while the others did the farm chores. Jack would have much rather been helping out then sitting watching tv but to defy Daisy's orders was like signing a death sentence.

Dinner was a fun affair for everyone. Daisy, Diana, and Martha had spent a good portion of the afternoon in the kitchen making a meal the size to feed an small army. The last dinner at the Strate farm was loud and filled with laughter. By the time the plates were being cleared, everyone was wiping tears from their eyes. The group moved into the living sharing stories of their lives. Daisy thanked God silently that they didn't have any neighbors or the poor people would be calling the police about the noise, but that would be weird since she married the Sheriff.

It was late in the night when Jack caught sight of the clock hanging over the mantle and quickly announced that everyone should head to bed. After all, he and the Kents had a long day of driving quickly approaching. Clark took over the couch again for night while his parents took a guest room while Jack used the other.

Clark glanced up at the clock again, angry that it was 2:30 in the morning and he still wasn't asleep. Punching the pillow again and trying a different position, Clark tried to get some sleep again but it seemed to elude him tonight. Finally with a quiet huff, he got up and silently walked out onto the porch. The heat from the summer night wasn't overbearing so he was comfortable. He was happy to be going home tomorrow but he knew that Hazzard now had a special place in his heart. Odd since almost nothing but bad things seemed to happen here since he arrived.

Since he was a little boy, Clark always wanted to meet more and more of his family. His father had told him that Jonathan didn't have any relatives alive anymore and Martha only had her father who didn't talk to the family. Little Clark had poured over family albums that had been collecting dust in the Kent attics looking at old family photographs. Most of them in black and white. Clark had longed to get to know the people in each of the pictures. To hear their stories about their lives. While Clark loved his small family, he longed for a large one. One where he could have cousins to play with and confide in. Clark was so in thought he jumped when someone spoke.

"You ok?"

He whirled around to see Diane in her pajamas, looking concerned.

"Uh yeah, just thinking. What are you doing up?"

"Ya know, couldn't sleep. Plus I'm a night owl. My parents hate it."

Clark nodded and silence enveloped them.

"So guess it's kinda a shock to you that you've got family way down here."

"Yeah but it's a nice shock. I've always wanted a big family. I guess now I have that."

"So, is Kansas any different than Georgia?"

"Nope, I come from a small town so it's pretty much the same thing. We just don't have the southern accent," said Clark.

Diane just smirked. She knew she'd like Clark. He seemed like a nice guy after all. Because of everything that was happening, they never really got a chance to talk like this. Of course, Diane had her friends but it was nice knowing she could count on a relative if the need be.

The morning was mostly filled with hugs and promises to see each other soon.

"You'd better call, Jonathan Kent! Or I'll be comin' up there and give you a piece of my mind," threatened Daisy.

"I promise, Daisy. 'Sides how could I possibly say goodbye to you again after this," said Jonathan pulling her into a hug.

Since the General was being taken by Jack, he decided to drive it while the Kents took his car. Jack had asked Jonathan earlier to hold onto it so Jack could make plans to sell the car and just keep the General.

With the farewells finally said and done, Jack slid into the driver's seat of the blue General Lee and turned the car on. He waited patiently for Jonathan to take the lead in his car so Jack could follow. Pulling out onto the main road, Jack wasn't surprised to see Jonathan quickly pulling off onto a small side road that didn't see hardly any cars. Jack knew where the road led, having been there quite a few times in his life, and knew both he and Jonathan needed to do this before heading home. He didn't turn on the radio, the songs from the birds doing a great job keeping the silence at bay.

Martha gave her husband a look while Clark asked where they were going.

"Me an' Jack just need to visit someone real quick. Then we'll be on our way," replied Jonathan.

Clark shrugged and settled back into his seat, trusting his father and just glad to see his family whole and happy again. He looked out the window as he felt the car brake to a halt. Outside stood a rickety fence and a sign that proudly read: Duke Family Cemetery. Jonathan silently parked the car and got out, leaving both Martha and Clark unsure on what to do. Martha got out and Clark followed her example but both stuck close to the car. They watched Jonathan and Jack enter the tiny burial ground, zeroing on one gravestone. Martha noticed that the gravesite seemed to be well taken care of. Some one had recently mowed the place. Martha felt as if the air around her was alive. Something about this place was almost spiritual but she guessed that having generation after generation of one family buried together might create that sort of atmosphere.

Jonathan knelt down in front of the grave and traced a finger through the letters cut out of the stone.

Jesse Duke

1920-2000

Beloved Uncle who will always be missed

"Hey Uncle Jesse, me an' Luke came to see ya," said Jonathan softly to the stone. He felt almost as if Jesse was standing there.

"Sorry we haven't been around recently," said Jack squatting down next to Jonathan.

"We really miss you, Uncle Jesse. You'd never believe it but I've got a wife now and a son. We live on a farm in Smallville, Kansas. And Jack here is a senator!"

"Bet you would've never guessed we'd end up like this," said Jack.

Jonathan stood up and turned around, as if suddenly remembering that he and Jack weren't the only two there.

"Martha! Clark! Come on over. I wantcha to meet someone."

Mother and son approached still unsure of themselves. With a note of pride in his voice, Jonathan introduced his family to his uncle. After that, Jonathan squatted down in front of the grave again and ran a hand loving over it.

"We'll be back soon. I promise," he said then kissed the stone then Jack mirrored him. Both men briefly touched the stone next to their uncle's. It was Aunt Lavinia. While Jonathan was greatly saddened to have Jesse dead, he also was gladdened at the thought of Jesse being with Lavinia in heaven. Jonathan wrapped his wife in a hug, kissing her forehead quickly, then led the group back to the cars. The trip back to Smallville would be long but Jonathan had his family now.

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