Hey y'all…sorry…I know this is pretty short but the next will be longer promise…if you like it though please let me know…reviews are the cure for writer's block after all…

A/N…For those of you that asked…Dukes Fest was awesome! I have so many stories to tell…why John's wife said she don't trust me, what certain someone took me on his knee ….what certain someone kissed me…oh yeah it was great…if you want to know more just ask… I love to share!

Luke Duke stood staring out the window as a heavy rain beat against it. The weather certainly matched his mood.

It had been 6 weeks…6 long, agonizing weeks. Bo had begun to breathe on his own three weeks ago, thus enabling the doctors to remove the ventilator, causing the Duke family to rejoice believing Bo was on the road to recovery… but as week after week passed, with no sign of Bo coming out of his coma, their hopes disappearing as quick as they had come.

Luke glanced back at Bo wearily. He was so tired…exhausted. Ever since he had discovered that Bo was alive he had barely left his side. Truth be told, he was afraid …afraid Bo would wake up while he was gone, and even more afraid that he would not wake up again. Either way, he couldn't bear to leave him.

"I'm worried for him Uncle Jesse… he ain't sleepin'…he's hardly eatin'…" began Daisy as she sat at the kitchen table with her uncle, eating lunch before making the trek back up to the hospital.

"I know Daisy-girl. It's almost like…"

"Like what?" asked Daisy.

"Like he's in combat …"

"Yeah," agreed Daisy standing up. "I just hope he doesn't become a casualty."

The fact was that Luke was in combat mode. It was an ingrained coping skill. He ate enough to live on, but no more, sleeping only an hour at a time at most, waking at the slightest noise. He likened it to pulling guard duty. Nothing was going to take Bo from him…not without a fight from Luke first.

He sat down again beside Bo, his chair well worn from use. Picking up Bo's hand he turned it over in his own gently. "Ya look so diff'rent, Bo…," began Luke quietly.

Bo had always had a nice healthy tan, making his blond hair appear almost like spun gold. It was all gone now, replaced by white bandages or red burn splotches against otherwise pale skin. Ever so gently, Luke caressed his cousin's swollen red cheek with his finger. "You gotta come back t'us Bo…you gotta." Carefully he swept his hand through his blond waves. "I miss you so much brother…" Thunder shook the hospital and Luke instinctively took Bo's hand in both his own, massaging his knuckled gently. "S'just a storm cousin…s'gonna be ok…"

You could've heard a pin drop when Luke felt a small twitch against his hand.

"Bo?" Luke looked in his eyes and holding his hand with one hand, he caressed his hair with the other. "Bo please…wake up…please…"

A soft moan sounded from Bo's mouth as he twitched a little in the bed.

"Bo?!"

Slowly, Bo's eyes fluttered open revealing the baby blues Luke never thought he'd see again.

Unable to control his emotion any longer, Luke's tears found a vent and flowed freely. "Bo…" he breathed. "You came back…you…you came back t' me…"

Bo moved his head a little wincing as bandage brushed against burn. "Wh…where…?" The voice was hoarse and scratchy, but it was undeniably Bo's. The sound of it caused Luke to choke on his tears. "You're in a hospital, Bo."

Bo frowned. "Am… I sick?"

Luke smiled a watery smile. "Yeah…yeah you're sick, buddy."

Bo's frown deepened as he turned more to face Luke, squinting his eyes as much as he could to focus on him the nerves damaged from the heat. "Do I …know you?"

Uh oh…that can't be good.

You know what to do!