Qualapec the She-Wolf

They used Cooter's truck to get the tree off of Rosco's squad car, when that was done the paramedics brought out some sort of saw and began to work through the huge dent in the metal, still pinning Rosco down and keeping them from getting to the wound. The others could do nothing but watch, Brooke cast a glance at Bo. She noted the way he was gripping his cane: white knuckled. "You alright?" She asked. "Yeah...yeah I'm good." "...liar." She stated bluntly, "Bo, in no way is this your-" "My what?" he cut her off, "My fault, 'course it ain't my fault. He-Rosco, didn't deserve this...but did I deserve my leg, does Boss deserve to be outta prison? No. People don't always get what's commin' to them, for better or for worse." "No way you're that cynical." Daisy cut in. Bo faked a smile, "I have every right in the world to be cynical, I also have every right in the world not to feel sorry or bad for Rosco." Uncle Jesse stormed up to him, before he opened his mouth Cooter put a hand up and walked over to Bo. Before he could control himself his fist shot out, connecting harshly with the younger man's jaws. Bo stumbled backward, but he didn't stay down. With or without his injury he used his left leg to propel himself toward Cooter. He landed on top of the mechanic. After managing to tackle Cooter to the ground they wrestled around for a couple moments. Then in a dirty move Cooter reached down and squeezed Bo's shin. Giving a roar of pain Bo hit Cooter as hard as humanly possible. The blond man was on top again and gave a couple more hard punches to Cooter's stomach and face. The mechanic threw Bo off; the pain in the blond man's leg was searing but he didn't care. The angers, the frustrations of the past month were all coming out in one explosive show of power. Bo was on his knees and again turned to face Cooter's charge. With his left leg, he rose up underneith Cooter, tackling him to the ground again. Cooter, himself, got his right leg under Bo's stomach and pushed him up and over. With a thud, Bo landed on his back, this knocked the wind from his lungs and gave Cooter all the time he needed to get the upper hand again. He held on to the collar of Bo's shirt and delievered a single hard blow to Bo's abdoman. But Bo was far from done, he roughly grabbed Cooter's hair and slammed him to the ground. He pinned the mechanic again, pressing his left hand hard against Cooter's chest, and his knees straddleing the mechanic. Bo raised his fist for another blow and stopped, the anger leaving him. The primal animal rage that had been courseing through his veins just moments prior, subsiding at last. His breathing was horse and heavy. Cooter glared up at him, breathing heavily himself, however his own anger was subsiding as well. "...you weren't there." Cooter said in no more than a whisper. "What do you mean?" Bo asked, struggling to gain grasp of what Cooter was trying to tell him. He climbed off the mechanic, allowing the older man to stagger to his feet. Cooter spat out a wad of blood out of the corner of his mouth and still glared defiantly at Bo, "I said, you weren't there. I mean...yeah you were there but you weren't there." Cooter was calming his breath, as was Bo, "When I drove you to the hospital, Rosco was with you every step of the way. Right up 'til the docs took you away for treatment. He was right there, praying with the rest of us. You could see it in his eyes, you could tell that he'd a rather been the one on that opperatin' table. I admit, I saw I side of Rosco few know is there. And also, on the drive over, he was tryin' so hard to keep you with us...I was shocked by his tenderness, when he tried to dry yer face and hair; anyone who didn't know yer colorful past with each other woulda taken you for father and son...You ain't been fair to that man, there ain't no ifs, ands, or buts about it." Bo was breathless. The truth of Cooter's words hitting him full force. The two men, sopping wet from the rain stared at each other. The bystanders, just watched the going's on without saying anything. As Luke noted the look in his cousin's eyes, somehow, something deep down told him that...everything was gonna be alright. He grinned, walking over he handed Bo his cane, "It's all true cuz..." Bo turned to Luke, a strange calm suddenly overcoming his depressed features, he even shot Luke a smile, "...I've been a real ass ain't I?" Luke grinned back, "You were entitled." (CUE) ~She-Wolf

Luke sighed, angrilly letting his fist slam against the wall. He stalked after his younger cousin. Daisy let out a sigh. The brunette Duke approached his hobbleing cousin, tenderly helping him up the stairs. "You wanna leave Hazzard that bad?" "Yeah..." Bo looked at Luke, "I can't stay here Luke...if I stay I'm gonna lose everything. Someday, Rosco and Boss are gonna get us. I can't loose my freedom too." "...Cuz..." Luke bagan. "When your heartmoniter flatlined, I have never been so scared. I prayed for a miracle..." They were sitting down uncomfortably on the stairs, unaware of Daisy and Brooke's presense at the bottom of the stairs. "Bo, I lost you once and by some grace of graces they brought you back. If I lost you again...I couldn't live with myself alright?" Bo shook his head tears streaming down his cheeks, "Luke! Damnit...what I have now, it may not be death but it sure as hell ain't life. The thought of food disgusts me." He spat, "And my leg...I can't live like this." Having nothing to say Luke bent over and gave his cousin, his brother, a deep embrace. The older man pulled away, holding Bo by his shoulders, "If anything...just take some painkillers and eat somethin'. The pain in your leg will go away." "Luke-" Bo begged. "Bo just shut up for three seconds, "I am at my wits end...I watched you die in the hospital, and heaven knows I'm watching you die again, right in front of my eyes." By this time, Luke, himself, was crying. "I have tried everything else. Now I am just begging, begging, for you to hear us." The blond man met his cousin eye to eye, "I'll eat...but you have to keep me from spitting it up...I don't think I have any control over it anymore." Brooke put her hand on his shoulder and grinned, "No worries, it only seems that way." **** "Aw Rosco..." Cooter breathed, he reached over and slapped him gently, trying to wake him. Getting wet from the rain he assessed Rosco's injuries with his flashlight: Most of the blood was coming from where the dent in the roof pinned his right shoulder down. The mechanic gave a tug on Rosco, deciding that the officer wasn't going to move. What they needed was Jaws of Death, and they weren't going to get it here in time. Cooter decided he needed to improvise." he staggered back up the hill, it was already muddy from the pouring Gorgia rain. He climbed back into the cab of his truck and got on the CB. "This is Crazy Cooter callin' Lost Sheep, Shepherd and Bo Peep, Ya'll out there?" He waited a couple of seconds, just as he was about to try again, Uncle Jesse's voice came over the CB, "This is Shepherd calling Crazy Cooter, what's the matter?" For a second, Cooter couldn't even bring himself to speak, "...It's Rosco, he went off the road. He's bleedin' bad, and I can't reach the wound. He's pinned...I need help and I need it quick." "We're headin' there as quick as possible, just do what you can til we get there. Call Enos too, he'll get an ambulance down here." (Cue) (OOC: Poor Rosco ) ~She-Wolf

Luke bolted outside and grabbed Bo, he wrestled his younger cousin to the ground. Discarding the cane, he pulled Bo onto his one good foot. "Lord, Luke!" Bo shouted, trying to get away from Luke, "What are you tryin' to do!" "Savin' your sorry hide." The older man was tired of the gentle approach, his cousin was going to eat and keep it down if it was the last thing he ever did. Luke dragged Bo back into the house and forced him down on the dinner table; his cane having been taken from him, he didn't have much of a choice. They shoved the bowl of mashed potatoes in front of him. Bo glared up defiantly. "Don't think of trying nuthin'. If you don't start eating we're gonna have to feed you ourselves." Daisy said toughly. "Come now Bo," Brooke said, sitting down next to him, "If you eat and you can keep it down then it'll get easier, as time goes on it'll get easier..." Bo swallowed, "I can't..." he rasped. "Yes you can," Brooke let her hand drift to his wounded leg, just above the injury, around the knee. "I'll be right here alright. Just eat. And you'll start to feel better." "I won't..." he stared up at her, unable to hide the pain in his eyes, "Brooke, you're tryin' so hard to help me but-" Before he could finish the sentence, Daisy had stuck a spoonfull mashed potatoes into Bo's mouth. He looked suprised and then disgusted. He tried to spit it out, but in a shocking motion, Luke put one hand on Bo's nose. This forced the younger man to swallow the food. The blond only stared up with pure hurt at his cousin, couldn't they see this wasn't how he wanted it! (Cue) ~She-Wolf

I loved that episode. You can really tell that Daisy loves Enos deep down. However , and this is something I cannot stress enough. I just see so many ways that plan at the end could have been a major cluster-f*ck. If I were that guy (Cold hearted killer people!) I just either 1) Woulda shot Daisy because they were trying to screw with me, or 2) Shot them all anyway to solve the choosing problem and because they were trying to scew with me. Not that I want to see any of our faves in a coffin lineup, but, really, for a plan like that they deserved to get shot. The idea makes me sad but... I would have gone with the sharpshooter approach myself... ~She-Wolf

Rosco drove slowly, the rain was rapping against his windshield; just like that night. **** "Cummon Bo!" Cooter said franticly from the driver's seat of his truck, "Jeez Rosco, why'd you have to go and do that?" Cooter's voice was seconds from cracking up. He was driving and Rosco trying to keep Bo from bleeding to death before they even got to the hospital. "Hush..." Rosco breathed, he regretted the whole thing. Bo was pale, too pale. Dark bags were forming under his eyes and he was shivering from the shock. He also felt cold to the touch, having still not been dried off from the rain. Subcontiously Rosco used a rag to gently dry the younger man's face, then brushed Bo's wet bangs back. "God..." he whispered, temporarily forgetting Cooter was even there, "I'm so sorry Bo...So sorry." Cooter stared at Rosco out of the corner of his eye, "Aw Rosco...I know you didn't want to do this to him. He's gonna be alright." The officer eyed Cooter, "How would you know?" He said, tones of hopelessness in his voice, "He ain't ever been this bad before..." **** He wanted Bo's forgivness almost more than anything right now. It's my fault he doesn't want to live anymore. He's dead inside...I was in that crash too. Rosco sped up. I deserve everything he got. He let the steering wheel go and the squad car went off the road, sliding off into the many trees above. **** Bo limped into the house, as soon as he entered, he saw some mashed potatoes and water on the table. Daisy and Brooke were standing there, both girls with their hands on their hips. Brooke strolled up to him. "Yer gonna eat everything and you're not gonna force yourself to throw it up." "Brooke...I don't want to eat." "Well that's too bad," Daisy spoke up, "You have to." Bo turned to leave, but Luke blocked his path, "Sit down Cuz..." (Cue) ~She-Wolf

Yeah, it's Bo ~She-Wolf

Daisy sighed, watching Rosco, sad like that. She strolled over to him, "Howdy Rosco..." She said weakly. "Hello Daisy." "...Rosco, heaven know's Bo ain't been himself." "I know...it's just that..." he trailed off, memories of the accident flooding back to him. They were probably just as fresh in his own mind as they were in Bo's... **** "Kew, kew this is your sheriff Rosco P. Coltrane, pull over, yer speedin'." Rosco heard Bo laugh from the other end of the phone, "For god's sake Rosco, you know I ain't speedin'." "Well...then uh-" he stuttered, looking for a reason to give the Duke boy a ticket, "You're evading arrest then." He could almost hear Bo rolling his eyes. Through the night and the rain, he could only barely see the bumper of the General. It happened in a split second, the General hit a big puddle and spun out of control. Rosco didn't have time to react as his own car spun out of control, he became dizzy and dissoriented. The sounds of crunching metal was all he heard before he regained his composure. The front of his car was totaled, he climbed out and staggered over to the General. When he got a good glimpse of the scene through his flashlight, he gasped. "Oh Lord..." He breathed. The squad car smashed into the General at an angle, the passenger door was smashed, and Bo slumped out the window; his right shoulder and most of his right torso was resting on the squad car, but his left shoulder and arm hung loosely over the edge. At first, when Rosco saw the younger man, he looked OK. But the closer he got, the worse the scene became too him. Bo's blood mixing with the rain was turning the entire front of the squad car crimson red. Rosco dropped to his knees, Bo looked dead. He staggered over to his CB and called. "Hello! Please anyone...Please help us...The Duke boy, please get and ambulance, I don't care, it don't have to be an ambulence just get someone here!" He shut the CB off and walked over to Bo. He dragged him out of the wrecked cars, and pulled him into the squad car, where Rosco could find a flashlight and get Bo out of the rain. Rosco's hands were covered in blood, there were several deep gashes in Bo's torso. his right shin was bleeding bad as well. But Rosco assessed the worse injuries first. Pulling out the first aid kit, and applying direct pressure to the more serious wounds. "Please...not like this...not like this..." He begged to anyone who would listen. The warm rainwater slid down his cheeks, or was it something else? **** "Daisy...he looked dead...I swear he looked dead. And to tell you the truth I've never been so scared." The Duke girl sat down next to him, "...Free beer on the house suga...And don't be worryin' 'bout Bo. I know he'll come round sooner or later." The main point of the statement was to comfort Rosco; she only wished she were so sure of it herself. ~She-Wolf

Bo just starred at her, deep down, something knew she was telling the truth, "I know a place, it's not far from here...no one knows about it, not even Luke. We can sit and talk if you like." Brooke nodded, "Course...I'd love to." "Alright, just climb in the General." Brooke grinned and hopped into the passenger's seat. **** Boss Hogg, was also watching the scene...and listening in on the conversation. Bo Duke, an anorexic; the crash really had done more to the younger man than Boss anticipated at first. To tell the truth he was a little afraid, a person who was willing to let themselves die was a danger. Especially to Boss, who there was a lot of pent up rage at over the years. Boss had been around depressed people in the past, and it hardly ever ended well. Nothing was more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose, and right now Hazzard had one. **** "So...why did you start?" Bo asked, looking over at her. "My...father was an abusive bastard, he was killed...shot by some asshole in the street. I thought I'd be happy but. I wasn't...I got kinda depressed, stopped eating alltogether. I got real sick real fast, and when the depression finally left me, I found that I couldn't start again. It ain't just a switch you can flip on and off Bo." "...Earlier, what you said about throwin' away my life just 'cause of an accident? Well I don't exactly agree with you." He looked upward, leaning back in the seat of the General, "I never went to collage, I don't have any skills cept racin'. Now I can't even do that. I might as well have died in that accident." "Bo listen, you have a lot of family and friends that are trying real hard to help you." "I wanna die Brooke..." He sighed, tears coming to his eyes, "I'm tired of this...I'm tired, my leg hurts, I can't walk on it. I can't live like this, Brooke." Tears were coming to her eyes now as she reached over, gently caressing his cheek, "You're alive ain't you?" "I shouldn't be...I was technically dead for over a minute. That's when I should have gone. If that jackass Rosco had only hit me just a little harder, just a little bit to the right, I'd be dead." Immediately, Brooke understood Bo's hatred for the sherrif, "You're not angry at Rosco because he took your leg, you're angry at Rosco because he didn't take you're life." **** As Enos came out of the bank, he noticed a strange black car leaving; thinking nothing of it he shrugged it off and walked down to his squad car. He wanted to pay Daisy a visit down at the Boar's Nest. (Cue) ~She-Wolf

Brooke saw what was happening and walked over to Daisy, "Hey, aren't you worried about him?" "Yeah...I just hope our dinner last night loosened him up just a little." Rosco walked up to Bo and Luke, clutching his hat; Luke noticed Rosco first. Something told him Rosco approaching them was going to be a bad idea. If there was one thing Luke knew about Bo's mental condition, it was that Rosco was the last person he needed to talk to. "B-Bo..." Rosco said apprehencivly, approaching the younger man. The blond looked up at him, "What is it Rosco, here to take my other leg?" "Bo, listen to what Rosco has to say-" Bo stood up angrily, unfortunatly he stood up a little too fast, pain shot through his leg, "No..." He said bitterly, "I've heard enough of what he's had to say." "Listen, Bo..." Rosco, began, "I never wanted it to turn out like this-" "Yeah well, it don't matter how you intended or wanted something to turn out. The point is that it turned out like it did!" The angrier he got, the more painful his leg became it seemed. He limped away, and left the Boar's Nest. Luke turned to Rosco, "...It's alright Rosco...he ain't just alienating you. He's shutting us all out." "...I understrand. Luke, I never thought I'd bee wantin' his forgivness." Luke sighed, "He's thinkin' about leavin' Hazzard and going back to NASCAR circuit." "What's that?" Brooke asked, walking up to them, and catching the last part of the conversation. "I said he's thinking about leaving...to tell ya'll the truth I think it'd be for the best." Brooke couldn't believe what she was hearing, she handed her orders to another waitress and walked outside. Looking for Bo. Catching sight of the blond man sitting against the building. His face was twisted painfully, his leg was hurting. Hurting bad. Tears were in his closed eyes as he clutched it. It was like he pulled one mustle, then got a nasty cramp in another muscle. Brooke walked up to him and bent down next to him, "Where does it hurt hon?" He glanced at her, she caught a glimpse of humor through his pain, "Take a guess..." She reached over, gentlely rubbing his leg. Instantly the pain began to subside. He slumped backward, tired. Sometimes when someone's in sudden, shooting pain, they'll feel exausted afterward. "It any better?" "Yeah...Thanks." He shot her a quick, sad smile. When they were outside, she could see his face clearly. He was sickly pale, and he looked quite thin and unhealthy. She remembered that look, that sick unhealthy look, "You threw up your food last night didn't you?" (Cue) ~She-Wolf

Luke sat up in the barn loft. It was where he and Bo would hang out as kids... **** "Aww, cummon, Bo don't be scared." Luke at 12 years old said to his younger cousin, "The loft has no monsters in it." He helped the 9 year old up. "You sure?" "Yeah...I'm fine. And even if there were, I ain't ever gonna let anything happen to you." The blond boy eyed his cousin with a look of love in his eye, "You promise Luke." Luke reached down his hand to help Bo up, "Yeah cuz', I promise." **** Luke curled his knees up to his chin, damnit all. Bo was so torn up, and Luke filled with guilt at his innability to protect Bo when it counted. Now he couldn't help Bo anymore, the depression in his little cousin's mind was going to tear him apart. Not just the depression...the pain from his leg alone would kill him... But Bo had options! Luke was sure that if his leg wasn't hurting him so bad Bo could stop for a second and think straight. Luke knew what was going to happen to Bo, what was going to happen to him, and what was going to happen to their family. Heaven help us now... He thought; in his heart, Luke knew that his own anguish was going to destroy him. Maybe it's for the best that Bo leaves Hazzard. Maybe it's for the best he goes back to the NASCAR circuit. Luke loved his little cousin, even more than most brothers loved each other. And if leaving would save Bo...then that's what Luke wanted. If Hazzard held too many bad memories, if Hazzard itself was the cause of Bo's pain. **** Bo was hanging over the bathtub, emptying the small contents of his stomach. Who the hell was he kidding? The circuit wouldn't allow a criple to race. A sudden hatred shot through Bo's mind, a hatred for Rosco, who did this to him to begin with. A hatred for Boss, a hatred for Enos, and a hatred for Hazzard itself. And for a moment...even a hatred for his family. A family that was completely deaf to him now. Deaf of his pain. He wanted revenge...on Rosco most of all. He desearves it, he took my leg. He should have taken my life... (Cue) ~She-Wolf

Bo stiffened at the touch of her hand, but seconds later relaxed; the sudden pain in his leg settling down to the dull ache it was usually at. He shot her a quick smile...a smile that the others didn't notice. **** Rosco fiddled with the near empty whiskey glass, watching as the amber colored liquid went back and forth at the bottom of the glass. "Sheriff Rosco?" A waitress asked, "Please, you'll have to leave, we're closing up." "Oh...Yes of course." He stood up and left the bar. He never thought he'd feel like this: never thought he'd be begging for Bo Duke's forgivness. He felt horrible about the whole thing, it wasn't like he'd just busted the General up a little, he took a man's quality of life away. Rosco wasn't as stupid as some people assumed him to be, neither was Boss, both knew how Bo felt. Both knew that Bo wished he was dead; the younger man was depressed-that made him dangerous. To himself and to the people of Hazzard. If they tried to pull something now, Bo might do something stupid just to keep from going to prison. **** After Brooke left Bo approached Uncle Jesse, who was busy with the dishes, "Uncle Jesse?" He asked, stepping into the kitchen. Uncle Jesse smiled at him, "What is it Bo?" "I think it'd be best if I left Hazzard." "Now what makes you say that Bo?" "There's no future for me here," Bo continued, "If I stay, then Boss'll get over his sliver of guilt and then he'll be back out tryin' to get at us...at me." "Bo, you're depressed and you're not thinkin' right-" "No. I've never been thinkin' more clear. I want to leave Hazzard...Rosco took my leg, I don't want him to take my freedom too." "Now Bo, you know that ain't fair." "It is fair..." Bo said coldly, "He should'a finished the job!" With that he limped into his room and slammed the door, the lock clicking afterward. Uncle Jesse sighed, and Luke, who had caught the last part of Bo's sentence, leaned against the wall. The full force of his cousin's depression hitting him; and it finally forced him to come to terms with the cold reality that his cousin didn't want to live anymore. (Cue) ~She-Wolf

Brooke straightened her hair out in the rear-view mirror. When she parked she climbed out of the Mustang, wearing a pretty white dress. Going down to about her knees, it was around 7pm. She checked her watch and wrapped on the door. Luke came to greet her, "Howdy stranger." He grinned, obviously happy to see her. He took her coat and led her inside. Daisy and an elderly man were sitting at the table. "Now this must be the Brooke I've heard so much about!" he exclaimed, he reached out and kissed her hand. Brooke nodded in thanks, "The one and only." **** Bo limped into the house, having seen the car in the drivway and having been briefly worried. He was having a small amount of trouble getting up the stairs, he had since he first got home from the hospital. He turned the corner and stared at the you woman he'd talked to earlier; Brooke, he thought her name was. Her blong hair was tied back with a pink ribbon, she was wearing a white dress going down to about her knees, it also had thin straps. "Hi..." He said, rather suprised. "Hi," She replied shyly. "Cummon Bo why don't you sit down and eat with us!" Uncle Jesse said happily. "You know, I'm really not that hungry..." he sighed then began to limp into the next room. "Well," Brooke began, thinking fast, "You don't have to eat just sit down." Bo paused for a moment, sighed, and turned around. "Yeah...sure. I can do that." He sat down next to Brooke and eyed her. "Steak, Bo?" Daisy asked timidly "Daisy-" Bo was about to tell them he wasn't hungry. And he wasn't, but he hadn't eaten much of anything for at least three days now. When he was in the hospital he didn't have much of an appitite, "Why not?" He said, doing it for the single reason he knew he could throw it up later. (Cue) ~She-Wolf

XD No, no, it would be pretty much impossible to pull off without screwing up at least once. If I thought that ya'll would have to commit me to the looney bin 8) ~She-Wolf

I know what I'd try to do; be polite and struggle not to act like an airhead/AKA rabid fan. Get an autograph, then once I'm out of ear/eyesight, I'd break down and flip out then. ~She-Wolf

I'd love to meet John, but I don't think I'd say the right thing or look right without stiffly walking into my room afterward and swearing continuously again and again into my pillow. Either that or I'd make a complete idiot out of myself. I met a favorite author of mine once and (big suprise) I made a "dip-stick" of myself. And she was a semi-popular author. Imagine what I'd do in front of someone like any of the DOH cast memebers ~She-Wolf

*Points at avatar* Take a guess Although Rosco could be sweet if he really cared about someone. Stupid, but sweet, yes they go together on occasion. Luke and Cooter both have great personalities, but Cooter's always dirty, and he acts a little dumb sometimes. Luke is the stratagist, but Bo is just...How can I say this? Bo ~She-Wolf

Thanks, I'm considering doing a crossover with an anime, Yu Yu Hakusho. I've already started a Resident Evil crossover on fanfiction.net. I'm just a little afraid that it's a little too violent for this site. ~She-Wolf

He ain't just nice to look at! I love Chase's voice too. The aussie accent adds different character types to the show. Naturally I also love the character, multi-layered and angsty. He's basically the kid of the series ~She-Wolf

"Lost sheep 1 to Lost Sheep 2? What are you doing Bo?" The blond reached down and eyed the CB, picking it up. "What do you mean what am I doin'?" Bo spat, like an angry teenager, "I'm driving my car home..." Luke was afraid to bring up his concerns, knowing that Bo would only get more angry if Luke tried talking down to him. And with the blond Duke already being agitated, Luke was afraid he'd do something stupid if he got angrier, "I just..." he trailed off, suddenly realizing he didn't know what to say. "Just what!" Bo snapped again, "Afraid that yer little cousin can't drive no more either!" "Bo, listen-" Bo was on the verge of shouting, "No you listen! I don't need you babying my ever god-dangit move!" He reached over turning the CB off in an angry huff. He almost immediatly regretted what he'd said to his older cousin. **** Luke bit his lip and pulled Brooke's car over. No use in chasing Bo, Luke didn't want him hurt...not again. Memories of the accident and the next 48 hours after it. They'd got a call from Boss that Rosco and Bo were in a crash, Rosco was alright, just a couple of scratches. But Bo was in a critical condition... For the next 8 hours Bo was kept alive by machines; breathing and keeping him alive. The doctors were doing everything they could but they couldn't find the source of the internal bleeding. Sometime 12 o' clock the next morning Bo's heart monitor flatlined. That was probably the worst couple minutes of Lukes life. At first he was stunned, the way his cousin's eyes opened for just a moment, then he closed them, slipping into oblivion. Luke remembered being dragged out in tears as the doctors tried to revive Bo; and the ex-marine was hoping to god against all hope that they could pull Bo through. One minute, fifty seconds: Bo was technically dead for one minute and fifty seconds. After Bo woke up from a long coma and they found the internal bleeding; it looked like he was going to make a full recovery. Apparently the metal plate they put in his shin for the damage sustained during the accident got infected. "Due to the damage the surgeon finds, the let might have to be amputated." Of course it wasn't amputated, but it would never be right again. The therapist Boss hired (probably because he felt guily) said that Bo might come out of it with full use of his leg. Here it was, a session every other day for 4 weeks and there were no improvements. Bo's leg was still only getting worse. Only a week ago Luke had come to the tragic realization that Bo might not really want to live anymore. His cousin's eating habits had dropped to only eating small snakes by himself throughout the day instead of eating good meals in public or with the family. There was also the cold bitterness to Rosco. Luke thought that the bitterness was not for almost taking Bo's life, but for taking away from Bo's quality of life. **** Brooke went back to work, although she was eagerly awaiting news from Luke. "So how much did he tell you?" Daisy asked sweetly as they cleaned the mugs. "He basically opened up on me. Who's Rosco?" "Cop in the middle of the room," Daisy shook her head, "I feel bad for him, almost as much as I do Bo. He wants Bo to forgive him...Really, no one here in Hazzards ever seen him this depressed. He won't even eat that much anymore...Hey!" She said, smiling, "He did open up to you and all, and would you like to have dinner with us? It might get him to eat somethin' decent." The blond waitress smiled, "Well are you sure I wouldn't be intruding?" "Absolutly not, we'd love to have you!" (Cue) ~She-Wolf

(OOC: I'm glad you care ) Bo glanced up at her forcing a smile, "You wouldn't be saying that if chances were you'd never walk right again." Brooke understood the empty tone in his voice, she smiled weakly, "I guess not. How did it happen?" "...It was rainy, I was gettin' some grocieries done for my uncle...and uh, It don't take a genious to tell what happened next...This happened next!" he exclaimed this time, grabbing his cane, he calmed himself down. "It was the middle of the night. Could barely see, and Sherrif Coltrane just thought he'd try chasing me." He stood up and walked up to Brooke, "There ain't much else to say. I skidded out of control, hit a tree, and Rosco skidded out of control, he smashed into the General and..." he trailed off. "Yes," Brooke said gently. "And the next thing I know I'm in the hospital, with a bunch of dummy doctors telling me they might have to amputate it...To tell you the truth I really do wish Rosco'd done a better job of it." He tossed his cane into the General and climbed in through the window, "Do me a favor hun and don't tell anyone that last part." Brooke nodded, "Hey, Bo isn't it? Would you like to have a drink sometime." "You know, thanks but...I can't accept." With that he sped off like a bat out of hell the wheels of the General making enough noise to bring Luke running out. (Cue) ~She-Wolf

The blond waitress waited for any kind of response. "huh?" Bo asked, "Oh...uh, no nothings wrong with the beer." There was a bitterness in his voice, hidden to anyone who wasn't listening close enough. The waitress noticed his cane, leaning against the wall behind him. She opened her mouth to say something but he was already lost in thought again. She strolled back to the counter, to Daisy. The woman had been so kind to her from the second she started working there, "Hey," She greeted, "Who's he?" "My cousin," Daisy was sad too when she thought about what happened to him. "The cane?" "He was in a crash last month...his right leg, he might never walk on it again. You'll have to forgive him, he's a little depressed." While Daisy spoke Bo had gotten up, leaning on his cane he limped out the door past Rosco and Luke. **** Bo was sitting on the General, as beautiful as the day was, he found it hard to take simple pleasure in anything anymore. Birds, flowers, sunny days, it was pointless. A sudden wave of pain shot through his leg, he reached down, rubbing it gently. Grimacing and closing his eyes as he did so. It hurt so bad he could barely walk with the cane, he couldn't even speed in the General without his leg hurting. (Cue: Anyone who cares...) ~She-Wolf

]I love the fact that he's rude and abrasive It's really what makes the character. Some of the stuff he says is also just so outragous I have to love him. Although my favorite character is Chase, he's just one of those multi-layered angsty characters. That and he's a pretty boy... Really that's also how I chose who I liked better between Bo and Luke. ~She-Wolf

Yeah, Ghost of General Lee was a tearjerker if I've ever seen one. What season was Granny Annie in? I'd like to see that. ~She-Wolf

Alright, anyone who wants to is free to post on this. ***** Bo Duke limped into the noisiness of the bar, his cane made of Japanise oak making solid click sounds as he relied on it to keep his right leg from breaking down under him. It was the first time he'd been to the Boar's Nest since the accident. "Hello Bo..." Rosco mumbled solemly as the Dukes passed. He only got a side glance from the younger man, who then turned his eyesite away with an angry huff and sat down at the table in the far corner of the bar. Luke watched the scene and sighed, "...hello Rosco. Hey I'm sorry about Bo-" "Don't be...I am sorry about his leg...Boss too I think..." "I know you are," Luke said amiably, casting a look at Bo in the corner. The younger Duke was twiddling with his cane and staring blankly into the luquid in the beer mug. "Problem is I just don't think Bo sees it that way." "He nearly lost his leg...heck he nearly lost his life. He has a right to be angry with me." The sheriff temporarily looked at Bo, who only glared in Rosco's direction. Rosco turned his head away quickly, "What's the therapist say about his leg?" Luke shook his head, "Might never walk right again. He might have that cane for the rest of his life." "...Does it hurt him?" "Yeah..." Lukes said sadly, a faraway look in his eyes, "But the dummy doesn't wanna use painkillers, 'fraid he'll get addicted..." It did hurt Bo...the leg hurt him a lot. It hurt even worse when he walked on it, at this rate he wouldn't even be able to drive right. The therapist wasn't helping, it felt like it was getting worse. Come outa this with full use of my leg...bull if you ask me. He thought, a mild depression over his seemingly pointless future overcoming him. He wouldn't walk right, much less run. Heck Uncle Jesse could probably run better after this. If he was framed by Boss he wouldn't be able to escape Rosco anymore. [cue: anyone] ~She-Wolf

Does anyone watch it? ~She-Wolf