Ok…again, it's been a while but here is a nice long one for ya. I'm dedicating this chapter to anyone who ever had a favorite blanket…and to my aunt, who made mine…. Enjoy.

Bo turned his head towards his cousin, watching as Luke pulled a small blanket from the bag and handed it to him with a smile.

"Remember this?" asked Luke.

Bo ran his fingers gently over the frayed silk edging. It had certainly seen better days.

"I... I'm not sure," answered Bo. It didn't look familiar…yet he had a feeling that he knew it.

"It was your baby blanket," explained Luke. "Aunt Lavinia- she made it for ya when ya first come to the farm."

Bo swallowed, thinking about how much time his aunt had spent making it for him, and feeling very troubled that he didn't remember her, much less the blanket.

"I guess I liked it, huh?" asked Bo, noticing how much the faded material had been patched up.

Luke chuckled. "I'll say ya did. Ya dragged it everywhere with ya… was so bad Aunt Lavinia had to sneak it away and wash it during your nap 'cuz ya wouldn't let her take it otherwise…ya was too afraid ya wouldn't get it back…"

Bo smiled a sad smile as he rubbed the blue silk between his fingers.

"Ya used to have me make up stories…t' go with each of the pictures," added Luke, pointing to the faded square pictures of animals that adorned the fabric.

"I did?"

"Yeah," answered Luke with a smile. "And this one…" he pointed to a worn picture of two brown monkeys hugging each other. "That was your favorite."

Bo looked at the picture, suddenly paling and mouthing, "Bo an' Luke."

"What?"

Bo looked up at him. "They was named Bo an' Luke…"

Luke swallowed hard and nodded, tears in his eyes. "Yeah…you called 'em Bo an' Luke…you remember anything else?"

Bo stared at the blanket but shook his head with a sigh. "No."

"S'alright," assured Luke. "It's a start…"

"Did I really take it with me everywhere?"

"Ya sure did…an' when ya was sick, there was only two things you wanted with ya…an' that blanket was one of them."

"The other was you, wasn't it?" asked Bo looking at him, his blue eyes full of gentle trust.

Luke smiled. "Yeah. Yeah the other was me."

Bo nodded. He could understand that. He didn't remember Luke except for the past few days he had been with him, but every time he was with Luke, he felt comfortable and loved. When the door to his room opened, he hoped it was Luke, and though he never said so, he was sorry when Luke left for the day. He felt better when Luke was with him… almost like Luke brought with him an assurance that everything would be ok. Bo could certainly understand why as a sick and frightened child, he would want Luke at his side. As a sick and frightened man, Bo now wanted the same thing.

"I remember one time…I think ya was 'bout five…" began Luke slowly.

A soft rumble woke Luke from a light sleep. He glanced at Bo's bed, frowning when he noticed the rumpled blankets and no blond-haired cousin beneath them. Pushing himself up, he padded out the room to look for Bo.

He found him laying in the fetal position, outside the bathroom door, hugging tight to his blanket.

"Bo? Bo whatcha doin' out here?" he asked quietly, kneeling down beside him.

The small boy sniffed and looked up at him with watery eyes. "I don' feew vewy good, Wuke."

Luke frowned and put his hand gently on his cousin's forehead as he had seen his aunt do so many times. "Ya do feel a might warm. You hurtin' anywhere?"

Bo nodded, his blond curls nodding with him. "My fwoat … an' my head…an' my tummy…" he sniffed. "An' my toeses."

"Your toes?" asked Luke hiding a smile. "What's wrong with your toes?"

Bo wiped his eyes. "I twipped on my bwankie when I was wunning to da bafwoom."

"Aww…ya gotta be careful, Bo-Bo," said Luke gently, giving his younger cousin a look of sympathy. "We best get ya t' bed." Carefully he picked up Bo in his arms, blanket and all, and carried him to his bed.

Bo huddled into him, his hands clinging tightly to Luke's night shirt, not because he afraid of Luke dropping him, but because he liked the feeling of security he felt in his cousin's hold.

Sitting Bo down on his bed for a moment, Luke quickly smoothed Bo's sheets and turned down the bed before returning to Bo. Laying him gently in bed, Luke pulled the covers up around him.

Bo wrapped his thin arms around his cousin's neck and cried. "Don't weave me, Wuke."

"I'm just gonna go get Auntie…I'll be right back…I promise…here…hold yer blankie. I'll be right back." Quickly, Luke slipped out of the room, knowing if he stayed one second more, Bo would cry all the louder.

Bo sniffed and gathered his blanket in his arms, dampening it with his tears. It was as such that Lavinia found him.

"Aw, Bo, what's the matter sweetheart?" she asked sitting down beside him and stroking his blond curls.

Bo sniffed, and despite the care Luke had taken to tuck in his blankets for him, sent them in disarray as he crawled onto his aunt's lap, sure of getting the cuddling he so desperately wanted.

Lavinia smiled. Bo always had been the most affectionate one of the bunch, giving away hugs and kisses as freely as he did his smile. Now she cuddled him close, resting his curly head on her shoulder. "Don't ya feel good, darlin'?

Little Bo shook his head slightly, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand, clinging tightly to his blanket with the other.

"Lukas, bring me the syrup and a glass of water, would you please?" asked Lavinia as she rubbed Bo's back.

Bo started to cry more. He had had Lavinia's syrup before. If it did nothing else, it was a sure-fire motivation to get well. No one wanted to drink that stuff if they didn't have to and Bo was no exception. "I don' want to…I don' want to!" he cried, coughing as he got more and more upset.

"Now Bo. Ya wanna get better don'tcha?"

"No! I don' want it!"

Luke returned a few moments later, frowning feeling bad for Bo, and handed Lavinia the spoon, already well-coated with honey.

Lavinia smiled at Luke. "Can you put the syrup onto the spoon for me Luke? Now Bo…show Luke what a big boy you are and take it…Luke put lots of honey on there, so it won't taste quite so bad."

"Do I hafta?" he choked out his voice hoarse from crying so much and from his red throat.

"Just one big swallow, Bo, then ya can lick the honey off the spoon an' I'll tell ya a story," promised Luke.

Now more than anything in the world, Bo loved snuggling with Luke as he read to him… sometimes from the books Bo loved, some times from the Sunday comics, sometimes stories Luke made up. He could have read the stock reports in the Hazzard Gazette for all Bo cared…he just liked hearing Luke's voice and having his cousin all to himself. Luke knew this, and used it to his advantage.

It worked.

"Good boy, Bo," praised Lavinia as Bo took the spoonful manfully, wrinkling his nose in digust. After Bo drank what he wanted of the water, Lavinia tucked him in again. "Now you try and get some rest, Bo…and don't stay up too late Luke."

"I won't," answered Luke, turning to Bo as she left.

"I'm hot, Wuke," complained Bo, kicking off his blankets.

"Be right back," answered Luke returning a moment later with a big bowl full of water and a wash cloth. Carefully wring it out he blotted Bo's tiny forehead with the cloth in one hand, pulling the blankets up over him with the other.

Bo sighed a little.

"Feel better?"

Bo nodded, whispering, "Fanks, Wuke."

"No problem…. So what'll it be? Green Eggs and Ham? Snoopy?"

Bo pulled out his blanket, and pointed to the two monkeys.

Luke smiled, though he wasn't surprised. "You wanna hear a Bo and Luke story?"

Bo nodded, his little hand touching the picture as Luke began to talk…

Once upon a time, there was two little monkeys. Their names were Bo and Luke.

Bo smiled a little, his thumb finding its way to his mouth, as it did when he was very tired, but he kept staring at Luke, as if his older cousin was making pictures in the air as he talked. Little Bo hung on every word.

Bo and Luke were best friends, and there was nothin' they liked better than swingin' together on the vines that grew all over. Now Bo…he was always doin' things the other animals didn't think he'd do cuz he was too little. One time, a mean old hog dared him to jump from vine to vine in one of the tallest trees... Bo was really scared, but he wanted to be brave…so he jumped….

"An' he swipped…" whispered Bo, behind his thumb, his eyes starting to droop.

And he slipped. He was high up in the tree an' he couldn't find nothin' to grab on to…

"Wuke…" whispered Bo as a yawn overtook him and he closed his eyes snuggling further down into the blankets.

Luke smiled, blotting Bo's head again.

Except for Luke. See Luke had been watchin' Bo jump, an' he seen him slip an' fall so he got right under that tree and dooooooooooown came Bo and uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup went Luke's arms….and he caught him. And Bo was never afraid to make high jumps again…cuz he knew Luke'd always be there to catch him if he fell.

Smiling, Luke tucked in the blankets around the now sleeping little boy and kissed his temple, before turning out the light and going to bed himself.

Luke looked at Bo as he finished his story and grinned.

There, with the blanket in his arms, and a small smile on his lips slept Bo.

Luke gently brushed the hair back from his eyes. "I'll always be there for ya Bo…always."

Luke couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw Bo's smile grow just a bit. "Guess the rest'll have to wait…" muttered Luke , setting the bag down and holding Bo's hand as he slept.

So there ya have it…and yes there's still more in the bag…so if ya want more, please let me know…