Three weeks later, Bo was still sitting vigil at his cousin's side

I won't bother giving a lot of excuses 'cuz I am so late. But I will say I did have a bad case of writers block coupled with no time. I blame John for my writer's block 'cuz after getting a kiss from him you don't really think about anything else…hehe. Dukesfest was awesome! As you can tell! I got to go with my wonderful buddy Anakin's Girl 4eva (on here) and that was great... and if you get the DVD you will see me on it a lot 'cuz I was chosen as an Ultimate Duke Fan!! WOOOOO!! So yeah….I have been busy…if you want to know more, just ask, but otherwise hope you enjoy!

Jordyn

Three weeks later, Bo was still sitting vigil at his cousin's side. He was plagued with guilt for the things he had said and done. In truth, he felt as much responsible as the unknown driver. If only he had listened to him…treated him decently…

The last thing Bo could remember saying to him was to leave…to get out. The blond shook his head as tears dripped silently. "I shouldn't have said that…I never wanted you to leave, Luke…not really…" He sighed as again there was no response. "Luke you have got to pull through this…you've got to…"

"Son," said Jesse as he came into the room. "I brung ya some vittles…an' I want ya t' eat em."

"Uncle Jesse, I…"

"I know ya ain't hungry…but you ain't gonna be no good t'him if yer fallin over from hunger yaself. He'd want ya t' eat," insisted Jesse.

Bo took the sack lunch Jesse brought for him, not wanting to argue. Daisy had purposely packed a few of his favorite things into the sack to tempt his appetite: a couple of her homemade cookies, some fried chicken, and a piece of cornbread. Bo managed to choke down the food but it all tasted the same to him. The food, like his life without Luke, had lost all flavor.

"How's our boy?" asked Jesse, making his way over to the bed laying his calloused hand over Luke's clammy one.

"He's the same…always…always the same," muttered Bo trying his best not to break down crying right then and there.

Swallowing Jesse crossed to his youngest encircling his shoulders in a hug. "Son…we can still let him go…"

Bo's gentle eyes became like blue fire in an instant as he turned on his uncle. "Oh that's your suggestion for everything ain't it?! He ain't some chicken that gets killed on the road and replaced a week later…it's Luke!!"

"I know it's Luke, son," began Jesse calmly. "But it's been weeks…there ain't been no change…no sign that he's getting any better…no sign he even knows we's here…"

"He knows," interrupted Bo.

"Son, Luke is in pain. You can see the lines on his face. Is it really fair to him to live his life this way? Look at him son."

Bo looked. He looked long and hard, his uncle's words ringing like mournful chimes in his ears. He was so pale, so hurt, so…lifeless. The harder Bo looked the more he feared that his uncle would be right, that there really was nothing else they could do. Trembling horribly, he lifted Luke's hand into his own once more as tears dripped down his face shaking his head. "I can't…I can't…I need him…"

Jesse nodded as he gave his youngest a half-hug. He couldn't bare the thought of Luke going through this… of either of his boys going through what they had been through. He didn't understand why.

He looked at the teary face of his youngest, whose hair was now starting to grow back from the areas that had been singed, his face still splotched with areas of red, and a scar on his temple that no one had an explanation for. Bo had been through Hell and back…and now, apparently it was Luke's turn. Had his faith not been so strong, Jesse would have sworn God had it in for his boys.

Bo sighed. There were so many questions surrounding what had happened… so many holes that had never been filled. He had, at the time, assumed that Luke would figure it all out. He always did. In fact, Bo had wondered how he would be able to, sticking as close to Bo as he had been doing… "Til I put a stop to that," added Bo tearily to himself. He remembered sometimes waking up at night and finding Luke there with him, holding him as he screamed. His voice was always so calming…and not only the voice, but the words it spoke. The promises to make it all better, the promises…

Bo stopped his reverie looking to Luke and swallowing hard. The promises Luke had made, talking as if not only he had a plan, but with, Bo remembered now, that familiar sparkle of determination…the kind of determination that characterized Luke Duke when a plan was being carried out.

The words he had spoken to Jesse just moment before took on new meaning now. "He knows." Did he know? Did he stumble on the truth of what happened to Bo? Bo didn't know quite when he would have done that, being with him as much as he was, but then again those last few days….

The wheels in Bo's head had never spun so fast. It was almost like, for that one moment in time, Luke's mind and Bo's were one and Bo knew instantly that Luke's accident was not an accident, just as what happened with Bo was not an accident. Obviously they both knew things that someone did not want them to know. The problem was, Bo still couldn't remember what it was he knew. One thing Bo did know was that as long as they were here, in the hospital and alive, they were not safe.

Bo swallowed hard realizing the truth of Jesse's words. "Sometime's you have to let 'em go." There was no way in Hell that Bo Duke was going to let anyone harm his cousin again…and if he had to give him up to stop that from happening…then that was what he would have to do.

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