I'M A BAD WRITER, I HAVE LOTS OF SCHOOL WORK, I DON'T OWN THE DUKES OF HAZZARD, I'M DEPRESSED, & I HAVE A HUGE CRUSH ON BO SO ALL OF MY STUFF IS ABOUT HIM...
THIS STORY STARTS OFF IN 1963, BUT THE YEARS WILL GO ON AS THE STORY DOES...
MY EDITS TO DUKES OF HAZZARD CANNON:
BO WAS BORN IN 1958
DAISY WAS BORN IN 1957
LUKE WAS BORN IN 1956
COY, VANCE, AND JEB DON'T EXIST. JUD EXISTS BUT I NEVER USE HIM IN MY STORIES
COOTER WAS BORN IN 1946
UNCLE JESSE WAS BORN IN 1926
THE COUISNS' LATE FATHERS WERE NAMED KEN (daisy), THOMAS (luke), AND SEBASTIAN (bo)... AND THEY WERE ALL JESSE'S BROTHERS
THE COUSINS' PARENTS PASSED AWAY IN AUGUST OF 1958, MAKING LUKE 2, DAIDY 1, AND BO 4 MONTHS
LUKE WAS DRAFTED INTO THE MARINES RIGHT AFTER HIS SENOIR YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL , AND HE RETURNED IN OCTOBER OF 1975
THE GENERAL LEE WAS BORN THE SAME AS IT WAS ON THE SHOW, IN THE SUMMER OF 1976
THE BOYS WENT ON PROBATION BETWEEN OCTOBER OF '75 AND SUMMER OF '76
JESSE HAD A WIFE AND HER NAME WAS LAVINA AND SHE PASSED AWAY IN 1970
BO HAS ASTHMA
OKAY NOW ON WITH THE STORY:
Luke and Daisy'd just gotten home from school and were headed out to the barn to find Jesse.
"Uncle Jesse?" Luke trotted around the barn calling Jesse's name.
"I'm milking the cow!" Jesse called back. Daisy and Luke ran into the barn and right to Jesse.
"Can I please go over to Cooter's house, Uncle Jesse?" Luke begged.
"Alright, but first you need to do yer homework." Jesse replied.
"What about me, can I go to Mary's house?" Daisy jumped up and down, pig tails bouncing.
"Of course, honey, but you need to do your home work, too." Jesse instructed.
"Alright, fine, we'll do our homework." Daisy trudged to the house.
"Can Bo come with me, Uncle Jesse?" Luke asked.
"Only if you do yer homework and make sure he eats something 'fore you go." Jesse replied.
"Where's Aunt Lavinia?" Luke asked.
"She's in town picking up some things." Jesse replied.
Luke trotted off to the house to find Daisy sitting at the kitchen table, stuffing her face with cookies and scribbling all over her homework. He sat next to her and set down his things.
"Why are you drawing all over yer work?" Luke asked, taking a cookie for himself.
"Cause its too hard!" Daisy ripped a page right down the middle.
"You can't do that!" Luke pulled the cookie jar from Daisy, but lost his grip on it and it shattered on the floor.
"I was hungry!" Daisy screamed, throwing her pencil at Luke.
"You have to learn, Daisy! Ripping your work ain't gonna make it easier." Luke went to get the broom, when he saw little Bo pad into the kitchen.
"I heard yelling." Bo smiled, eager to watch the fight.
"Daisy was being a bad girl." Luke smirked at Daisy.
"I was not!" Daisy threw her book on the floor.
"Why's all that stuff on the floor?" Bo asked.
"Cause we accidentally broke the cookie jar." Luke swept up the pieces of glass.
"I'm leavin now." Daisy decided.
"Uncle Jesse said you have to do your home work first!" Luke complained.
"Well it's ruined, so I can't!" Daisy smiled.
"Well, I'm gonna do my homework like a good boy." Luke sat at the table and started studying.
"Can you play with me, Luke?" Bo pulled at Luke's arm.
"After I do my home work we're both goin over to Cooter's house." Luke replied.
"Can I do some?" Bo asked.
"If ya wanna help you can go tell Uncle Jesse that Daisy ruined her home work on purpose so that she wouldn't have to do it." Luke requested.
"Okay!" Bo took of running, it was always fun to snitch.
"Uncle Jesse, Daisy was being a naughty girl and she ruined her work so she couldn't do it and then she left to go play with Mary and made Luke clean up her mess and-"
"Calm down, Bo." Jesse laughed a little. "What mess?"
"The cookie jar that broked." Bo smiled.
"The cookie jar that broke?" Jesse gently corrected the five-year-olds language skills.
"Yeah, and now she just up and left!" Bo motioned with his hands.
"Okay, I'll go get Daisy and have her do her home work." Jesse ruffed Bo's hair as he walked out of the barn and down the dirt road after Daisy. Bo ran back to the house and sat down on the floor at Luke's feet.
"Ya done yet?" Bo asked.
"About 10 more minutes." Luke looked down at Bo and smiled.
"I'll go play with my cars until yer done." Bo ran into the boys' bedroom.
Meanwhile, Jesse had caught up with Daisy.
"Why did you rip up your homework?" Jesse asked calmly, putting his arm around his niece.
"Because it was too hard." Daisy looked down at her feet.
"You could have just asked me for help with it." Jesse comforted.
"Sorry." Daisy kicked at the dirt.
"Let's go home and we'll see what we can't do about that homework." Jesse turned around and took Daisy's hand.
At the farmhouse, Luke had finished his work and was buttering a piece of bread to feed to Bo before they left.
"Bo, come here!" Luke called. Bo ran into the room and smiled widely.
"Can we go now?" Bo begged.
"If you eat this." Luke handed Bo the bread.
"Sure, okay." Bo crammed the bread in his mouth and swallowed hard. "Lets go!" Bo ran out the door.
Bo and Luke ran all the way to the Davenport farm. Cooter was older than the Duke boys, but he was their best friend. A little short for his age, the 16-year-old loved having the young Dukes around, since some of the boys his age wouldn't hang out with him because he was kind of short. Eventually Cooter proved the bullies wrong and grew to be one of the tallest in class before he graduated high school.
When the Duke boys arrived at the Davenport farm, Cooter was working on a bicycle with Tom Barlowe, one of Cooter's class mates who only hung out with him when he needed something, and today it was bike repair.
"If it ain't the pee wee Dukes!" Tom put his wrench down and took his hat off.
"You be nice to them, Tom!" Cooter stomped his foot down.
"Stay out of this, shorty!" Tom snapped.
"Aw, heck its Tom." Bo took a step back.
"Is widdle baby Bo afraid of me?" Tom stepped towards them.
"Course not!" Bo stepped forward.
"Oh, so you want some action, huh?" Tom replied.
"Just leave my cousin alone!" Luke shoved Tom.
"No can do!" Tom shoved Luke back and then kicked Bo in the stomach.
"HEY!" Cooter ran over and punched Tom. Tom hit Cooter back, but Luke grabbed Tom's legs and pulled him down. This enraged the muscular thirteen-year-old. He shoved all of them off of him and grabbed the one who he knew was the most helpless: the five year old. He picked Bo up under his arms and them dropped him harshly on his back.
"Leave him alone!" Cooter and Luke tackled the larger boy.
"Why can't I have a little fun?" Tom laughed, shoving Cooter and Luke down once again. Bo got up and kicked Tom with all that he had, right in the pit of his back. Tom yelled in pain and turned around to the source of it. He punched Bo in the face, leaving him unconscious.
"You see to Bo, I'll take care of Tom!" Cooter was furious, he picked up a wrench and brandished it, threatening Tom.
"Alright, alright!" Tom took off running, Cooter hot on his trail.
"Bo?" Luke knelt next to his cousin.
"can't breathe..." Bo wheezed, as he came around.
"What?"
"what's wrong with me, I can't breathe!" Bo wheezed out.
"I don't know!" Luke picked up Bo and carried him into Cooter's house.
"Mrs. Davenport!" Luke called out, putting Bo on the couch.
"What's wrong, dear?" She called from the kitchen.
"My cousin is hurt and he can't breathe!" Luke was sobbing now.
Mrs. Davenport ran into the room. "What happened?" She asked, taking Bo's pulse.
"Tom Barlowe beat him up!" Luke sobbed.
"I'm going to call for an ambulance. You run home and tell your Uncle Jesse."
"don't leave me, Luke..." Bo wheezed, tears pouring from his eyes.
"I can't leave him alone." Luke grasped Bo's hand.
"I'll call the ambulance." Mrs Davenport went to the phone.
"It's okay, Bo. Try to breathe." Luke stroked the small child's messy hair. Cooter came running into the house.
"Is Bo okay?" He asked.
"No. Your mama's callin' an ambulance." Luke was still crying.
"I'll go run and tell your Uncle!" Cooter ran down the road to the Duke farm.
"Uncle Jesse?" Cooter yelled when he arrived. Daisy had finally finished her work and was playing at Mary's house, Lavinia had come back from shopping, and Jesse was in the barn with the chickens. "Aunt Lavinia?" Cooter called.
"Cooter?" She came outside.
"Come quick! Bo is real hurt, my ma's callin the hospital." Cooter took of running, Lavinia following after shouting for her husband to come as well.
Cooter, Lavinia and Jesse arrived at the Davenport farm just as they were loading Bo up. Luke scrambled in to sit with his cousin, followed by Lavinia. Jesse borrowed one of the Davenport's cars to follow the ambulance.
...
The ambulance arrived at the hospital. Doctors and nurses took Bo in and showed his family where to wait. Jesse called Mary's mother and asked her to watch Daisy for a few hours until he or Lavinia could come pick her up.
The three Dukes sat in the waiting room for an hour until a doctor came out.
"Parent or guardian for Bo Duke?" He asked.
"That's us." Jesse and Lavinia stepped forward, Luke between them.
"Lets go to my office to talk." The doctor led them to his office.
"My name is Dr. Ben Howard. I have been treating your son Bo." He offered the Dukes chairs to sit in.
"My name is Jesse Duke. This is my wife Lavinia, and my nephew Luke. Bo is not my son, he's my nephew, but me and Lavinia are his legal guardians. Now how is he?" Jesse asked.
"He's stable." Dr. Howard replied.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Luke still had tears running down his face... he didn't know what 'stable' meant, he just wanted to know if Bo would be okay.
"He should be alright in a few days, don't worry, son." The doctor patted Luke's leg.
"He'll heal up from these injuries no problem, but I'm afriad there is one more thing."
"What?" Jesse asked.
"It seems he's got asthma." the doctor explained.
Jesse'd been afraid of this happening sooner or later. Bo's father'd had asthma as a kid.
Lavinia looked at Jesse.
"It'll be okay." Jesse whispered.
"Can we see him?" Jesse asked.
"After we discuss treatment. He's going to need a prescription for an inhaler."
"We'll get it for him! I just wanna see my boy!" Jesse stood up.
"Yes sir, room 304." Dr. Howard opened the door.
Jesse, Lavinia, and Luke walked to Bo's room and went inside.
"Why is there a pipe in his mouth, Uncle Jesse?" Luke whispered.
"So he can breathe." Jesse answered. He'd seen this many times with Bo's father.
Lavinia pulled up a chair next to the bed and took the small child's hand. Jesse kept his hands on Lavinia, trying to sooth her. Luke stood holding his Uncle's leg, starring at the whole situation.
"What are we going to do, Jesse?" Lavinia cried quietly.
"It'll be okay. Bo's father had asthma too, I know what to do." Jesse wiped his wife's eyes.
"This is all my fault." Luke mewled.
"No it ain't, son." Jesse put his arm around his eldest nephew.
"Yes it is! I should have protected him." Luke cried into Jesse's leg.
"He had asthma anyway, kiddo." Jesse stroked Luke's hair.
"I'm going to go drive out to pick up Daisy." Lavinia stood up and went off to get her niece, and her mind off of her nephew's new problem.
When Lavinia arrived to pick up Daisy, Mary's mother said that she was sorry to hear about Bo. Lavinia stayed for a few minutes to talk and then drove off with Daisy, back to the hospital.
"Is Bo gonna die, Aunt Lavinia?" Daisy asked. She'd only overheard some of the conversation.
"No, he's going to live. He's just a little sick." Aunt Lavinia sighed as she tried to explain to the 6-year-old what asthma was.
...
The next morning, early, Bo woke up alone in a cold room with a pipe down his throat. What would you do if you were five-years-old, alone, cold, and found a pipe in your throat? Bo knew what he was going to do about it: remove this horrible torturing device from his airway. He got a firm grip on it with his small dimpled hands and started pulling. He found that it was very secure and had a plastic mount that kept it securely on his face. Tears poured down his face as he longed for one of his family members to tell him where he was and what was wrong with him. The Dukes had been sent home last night, seeing as how visiting hours were over. Bo started to cry, the sound slightly suppressed by the tube in his throat. A nurse came in to check on him.
"What's the matter sweetie?" She coaxed. Bo continued sobbing and pulling at the tube.
"I'll get that out for you." She promised, reaching around to the back of Bo's head to undo the mount that kept it on his face. "Cough on three: One, two, three." The nurse removed the tube, but Bo didn't breathe.
"You need to breathe now, honey." She put oxygen in his nose. Eventually she helped Bo to start breathing, but he wouldn't stop crying.
At the farm, the Dukes woke up rushed through the chores, pilled into their truck and headed to the hospital. When they arrived, the nurse told them that Bo was hysterically crying and was making his lung condition worse. Jesse was sent in to calm the child down.
"Uncle Jesse!" Bo rasped, reaching his arms out.
"Hi, son." Jesse hugged his nephew.
"Why did you leave me here? They's mean to me!" Bo asked hoarsely.
"You got hurt yesterday. This is a hospital, they're helping ya." Jesse cleared the thick blond hair from Bo's eyes.
"Where's Luke an' Aunt Lavinia an' Daisy?" Bo asked.
"Waiting out there. You want to see 'em, too?" Jesse asked.
"Yes." Bo smiled. Jesse went out and retrieved the rest of the Duke family.
"How do you feel, honey?" Lavinia stoked his cheek.
"I jus' wanna go home." Bo whined.
"When can he come home?" Daisy complained.
"In a few days, I think." Jesse replied.
"You alright?" Luke approached the bed.
"I'm jus' fine." Bo smiled proudly.
"Bo there's something I want to talk to ya about." Jesse pulled up a chair.
"Okay, but then let's go home." Bo agreed.
"The doctor said that you have something wrong with your lungs. You have something called asthma. It means that sometimes it will get hard to breathe, like yesterday." Jesse explained.
"All the time?" Bo rolled his eyes.
"No, only if you have whats called an asthma attack." Jesse reassured.
"How many will I have?" Bo asked.
"I'm not too sure, but there is a medicine you can take to help with it." Jesse smiled.
"Okay, fine. But I wanna home now." Bo sighed.
"You can go home as soon as the doctor says you can." Jesse patted Bo's leg.
Dr. Howard knocked and walked in. "How you feeling, kiddo?" He asked, approaching the bed.
"There he is Uncle Jesse! He's the one that's so mean to me!" Bo balled his hand to a fist, ready to punch the evill man.
"He ain't mean to you, he's taking care of you." Jesse took Bo's hand.
"Let me listen to your lungs, please, Bo." Dr Howard put his stethoscope on Bo's back.
"Make it quick." Bo snapped. "Ain't got all day." he added.
"Yes, sir." The doctor laughed. "I have good news for you... you can go home at the end of the day!" Dr Howard smiled at the child.
"Maybe ya ain't so bad, but I'll be watchin ya just incase." Bo warned.
"Okay." he laughed.
The the doctor took Jesse off to the side. "He's improved very much. He should rest at home for about a week. Then I want him to see you family doctor once every two weeks to check on his asthma. When you leave today they will be a prescription for some inhalers for him. You can take him to your family doctor to learn how to use it." Dr. Howard instructed.
"Thank ya, sir." Jesse shook his hand and returned to his family, filling Lavinia in on the details.
Later that day, the whole Duke family went home, picking up some inhalers on the way. Luke called Cooter to tell him that Bo was alright and to thank him for helping him get rid of Tom.
