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Any other time, an act as bold as this would be been answered with Chance leaving a set of skid marks as she backed up over the unfortunate soul with her bike. But there something about this man, despite the black clothes and deadly good looks, she felt safe with him. Besides who was she to resist the warmth, strength and masculine power now so nicely nestled against her back. She dropped the helmet to the ground, deciding this would be a good night to feel the night air over skin and through her hair. She’d be back for it later. Maybe. This night held endless possibilities and Chance had a feeling this dangerously charming stranger was thinking the same thing. So with a raised eyebrow and wicked grin, she looked back at her impromptu passenger, the motion bringing their faces to almost touching. “Oh you’ll get one, but you have to hold on tight. I don’t want to lose you.†(cue Brian)

For a moment, Chance didn’t reply nor did she get off the bike, but remained where she was and made a slow and very through visual inspection of the man standing before her, not missing the way the black tee underneath the jacket stretched over a muscular chest, nor the way the black jeans hugged the legs and definitely not the way the dark eyes stared back at her, a depthless dark gaze that belonged to a night hunter. All put together made a very, very attractive specimen indeed. She boldly leaned forward on the bike a bit, and answered the stranger’s question. “Faster.†(Cue Brian)

(cowritten with MaryAnne. Thanks deputy for helping me get this finished finally) There was a collective sense of relief amongst the Hazzard folks gathered. MaryAnne looked at Rosco with a smile and saw her cousin looked as though a burden had been lifted. Lulu was simply overjoyed. "Oh thank heaven!" she cried. "My little appletart is going to be okay!" "That is good news, good news," Rosco added. They all looked at Chance, knowing she had more to say. It was one of the better moments in being a doctor, being able to give good news to the family. One of the rare moments that made Chance’s career worth while, when it could have so easily gone the other way. She had to stop herself some grinning at the joy and relief the members of Hazzard were showing for one of their own, her own troubles temporarily forgotten. She cleared her throat, getting Lulu’s attention and back to business. “He’s going to need a couple follow-up surgeries to completely clear the blocked arteries, and he’ll need to go on a strict diet. One he needs to keep this time.†The young doctor’s tone was completely serious. One heart attack had been bad enough, there would have to be major life style changes to avoid a second. "Diet?" Rosco said. "Khee, you know how many times he's tried to diet--" He was stopped by a nudge from MaryAnne. "He may stick to one this time," she said, "as I'm sure this experience will shake him up a bit." "I'll make sure JD sticks to a diet this time," Lulu said. "Boss was lucky you were here, Chance," Bo said. "Otherwise we might not be having this conversation." “Which is why I’m really stressing how important it is he sticks to it. I won’t lie to you, all of you. We got lucky this time. We had a good doctor nearby at a critical moment.†*That may not be the case next time.* Chance thought privately, remembering her wager. She would still keep it, she always kept her promises, no matter how much it would hurt. Outwardly she smiled and exchanged a couple more handshakes and thank you from the gathered folk, assured them that they could visit Boss as soon as he woke up from surgery, one at a time. Then she turned and headed back into the OR suite to check on her patient herself. After all, she had a job to do and responsibility while he was still under her care, for however short a time that may be. Out in the waiting area, everyone had drifted back to their seats. "Boss was damn lucky," Luke said. "I'm so grateful that Chance is our doctor in Hazzard now..." Lulu said. Rosco, MaryAnne and the Dukes all exchanged looks. They all knew of the bet that had been placed on the race earlier that afternoon involving Chance's practice, but Lulu didn't. MaryAnne shook her head to each of them however, not wanting them to say anything that might upset Lulu. Besides, MaryAnne was banking on the possibility that Boss could change his mind. ** A few days later, Chance came out on her porch, as she usually did. But instead of sitting and sipping a cup of coffee, Chance put a “closed†sign on the front door. The clinic she would miss, even in the short time it was hers. Rarely Doc had had something that she could have called hers. She had not even had time to order a sign with her name on it, simply the plaque of “Hazzard County Medical Offices†hung near the door. She would miss the people too, patients and employees. She had given Nurse Caine and Kristy Duke excellent references, any pay she owed plus some extra. It had taken a few days to get everything set to sign the clinic over to Boss Hogg, not that she had seen much of him, other than a couple of appointment to secure his medications and diet. He looked tired and a bit pale, but amazingly good considering how close he had come to death. Chance had avoided seeing the Dukes, still unsure why they had helped her only to put Garrett in the race to beat her. But the deal was done and she didn’t want to leave any bad blood behind. Touching the sign briefly, she turned only to see MaryAnne approaching. MaryAnne stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gave a gentle smile to Doc. "Kinda soon to be puttin' the sign up ain't it?" “Sooner than I would have thought, deputy. But come tomorrow morning, the office hours won’t be mine to choose anymore.†Chance joined MaryAnne at the bottom of the steps, but looked at the street. “I’m gonna miss Hazzard, first place that really felt like home.†MaryAnne turned to Chance. "Hazzard will always be a home for you. And....I think those office hours are still going to be yours to choose." Chance snorted softly. "I don't see how, even if Boss wouldn't take the clinic, I don't have the funds to keep it running. I may take foods or favors in barter, but drug and medical supply companies don't." MaryAnne nodded. "Yeah, that's true. Weren't you trying for some grants?" "Tried and failed, most grants require some sort of regional or corporate support, otherwise every two bit sawbones would be trying to run an office for free..." Chance chuckled, albeit a little harshly. "..Including this one. Besides, I made a wager and lost. What good would my word be if I went back on it now?" MaryAnne chuckled. "Well, there's worse things you could do besides go back on your word. But I understand the honor. Still, I think you have a chance...." MaryAnne smiled and glanced back at the building, "...with this clinic. Don't fold your cards quite yet. You might still have an ace in the hole." "Boss Hogg would not only have to NOT sign the transfer of title papers, but also agree to make me a referral for state grants. What is the chance, small 'c', of that happening?" MaryAnne paused, holding back a smile. "Probably pretty damn good now." She chuckled. "Chance, why don't you ask him?" Pride maybe? She didn't want to go to him begging to let her keep her business and home. But the idea of not leaving Hazzard was too much of a temptation. But Boss Hogg wasn't known for his charity. "MaryAnne, if Boss Hogg lets me keep the clinic AND gets me those grants, I'll pay an entire round at the Boar's Nest tonight." MaryAnne grinned. "You're on." == Chance had never been inside the Hogg residence. So she was a bit surprised by the tidiness and the feminine decorating undoubtedly chosen by Lulu. She had always figured it would be much like his office at the Boar's Nest or the Sheriff's office. When Chance entered it, lead by MaryAnne, she was nervous and still not quite sure this would work. Boss had all the cards and chips, and didn't owe the young surgeon one damn thing. Chance never even considered forcing him because of her rescue, that was part and parcel of being a doctor, to perform medical treatment when needed on whoever needed it, regardless of the circumstances. There was no way she was going to hold that over Boss's head to guilt him with that. It was part of her oath. The deputy and doctor found the Boss in one of the rooms on the first floor, converted to by a temporarily living quarters, since stairs would be out of the question for a couple more weeks at least or until his surgeries were over and his heart considered stable. Boss was sitting up in a chair, reading the financial section of the Atlanta newspaper. He looked up at his two visitors. "Oh," he smiled. "Hello, MaryAnne, Chance." He closed his newspaper and folded it up, placing it aside. "Howdy, Boss," MaryAnne said. She glanced at Chance and then looked at Boss. "Chance here has something she'd like to ask ya..." Chance sat down, but looked a little bit uncomfortable, fidgeting with her hands. Well, might as well come out a say it, better than know than not. Taking a deep breath, she leveled her eyes at Boss. "I have all the papers for transferring my property to you, as per our agreement but..." She hesitated. "..I was wondering if you might reconsider. I would like to stay on in Hazzard." Boss looked at Chance for a moment, holding back a smile. "Chance...I was gonna ask you if you would reconsider staying." He paused. "You saved my life. More than that I've realized...Hazzard needs a doctor like you. Making you put your entire practice up in that bike race just because I...." Boss drifted off on his explanation. "Well, let's just say that in light of recent events, it seems foolish now." The young doctor could only wing an eyebrow at this, completely stunned. This did not seem like the same man she made the bet with. But was she going to argue. Hell, no. She was beyond grateful, but this was only half the dilemma. Clearing her throat, she continued. “Thank you, Boss. You don’t know what this means to me, but it’s not just a matter of staying in Hazzard. I need grants to maintain and upgrade the equipment in the clinic, which is in all honesty, almost as old as I am.†"You're going to get 'em!" Boss said. "As Commissioner of the Health Department of Hazzard County I'm gonna see to it you get those grants. Yes sir, the Hazzard Clinic is going to have all the updated equipment you need and whatever else you require. No way am I going to risk something like this happening again, to anybody in this county, with you not here." There was no other word for it, Chance’s jaw just dropped. The man she had seen has her rival had just given everything she wanted …and more, with no profit for himself. She has underestimated the loyalty citizens of Hazzard had for their own. Recovering herself, the young doctor glanced at MaryAnne with a weak grin. “I think I owe half of Hazzard County a beer tonight.†MaryAnne laughed. Boss knew his change of heart surprised the doctor and he only smiled. He had his reasons. He owed the young woman his life. Besides....if he was planning on being around Hazzard for the next ten, twenty, thirty years...he was going to need one hell of a doctor to see to it. And Hazzard had one in Chance Walker. To bring things back to something more normal, Boss looked at MaryAnne. "Don't let her run up an outrageous bar tab at the Boar's Nest!" "Khee! I'll make sure she pays, Boss." MaryAnne looked at Chance and grinned. == As promised, Chance picked up the tab for a round the next night at the Boar’s Nest. She wouldn’t have minded, considering the occasion. Even when word got out on the Hazzard Net about Chance’s continues presence in Hazzard and the free beer, literally half of Hazzard DID show up. So business was brisk, but Chance really couldn’t care. She was in Hazzard to stay, and that’s was all that mattered. Sitting at the bar, Chance was listening to the Duke boys the story of the race. But she thoughts wavered. As much as she enjoyed Luke’s company, since the race she was beginning to see they were like fire and ice, flannel and leather, city and country. Luke needed some sweet little maid he could take home to Jesse and the farm, instead a motorcycle riding hellcat. Chance needed someone who could challenge her, on every level, a match, an equal. And as attractive as Luke was, it just wasn’t…there. Even now, Luke was boasting how HE taught Chance to race. Shaking her head ruefully, Chance conceited that this pairing just wasn’t meant to be. But…not to leave and not have the last word, the young doctor simply smiled sweetly at Luke when he got to the part of her wreck. Luke, used to this sort of treatment, didn’t hear the warning bells at should be been blaring in his head with that grin coming with this woman. “Well, I did tell the race was dangerous. You crashed; you could have been hurt, playing with the big boys like that.†Big boys? Ha! There it was, the opening Chance was looking for. “You think you’re hot stuff, don’t ya?†Luke shrugged and turned to grin and Bo, giving Chance the opportunity to grab her beer and pour it over a very surprised Duke’s head. “Well, cool off!†Amidst the howls and cheers, mostly from the females of Hazzard who had also fallen for the Duke charm, Luke at least had the decency to look contrite. Chance simply stuck out her hand and grinned. “Friends?†Sighing and wiping some suds off his face, Luke took her hand and shook it, with just a bit of regret in his eyes. Chance knew he had come to the same conclusion she had. “Friends. I hope whoever you find who what he’s gotten himself into.†Laughing, Chance gathered up her jacket and helmet, and paid the tab plus a generous tip. “That’s half the fun! See you around, plowboy.†With that, Chance left the Boar’s Nest and the Duke to their own devices. She stood by her bike, pulling on her gloves and breathing in the night air, happier than she had been in a long time. A new life was ahead of her, and there was no telling what was going to happean next. She straddled the red racing cycle, already repaired from the wreck and had almost pulled on her helmet when she was suddenly caught in the headlights on a car pulling into the Boar’s Nest. She squinted, unable to see the unfamiliar car at first, then she understood why. It was a black as night, only the chrome giving a hint of color and no hint of the driver. For a moment, Chance stood perfectly still, like a deer caught. Although she couldn’t understand why…but she waited. (There's your cue, you know who you are. )

Check out my new project for Sims 2. (about halfway down the page) http://members.fortunecity.com/pendragon1980/hazzard/hazzardsim.html

Meadowmufn, If you would like these Sims I created for the game, I'll be happy to package a file or two for you. My lots tend to have alot of hacked items though. Pendragon

And by special request to the good deputy. Glad to know she's always hard at work taking care of Hazzardnet.

I almost forgot to add a pic of Hazzard's new sawbones. And as a favor to Jax, some of her clan...by request Alex, Gillian and Min

Here a couple of Christmas presents to Hnet. And a special gift to the moderators of Hazzardnet. Merry Christmas. Pendragon

I think I got all the Dukes, now shall I start working on the Coltranes. Speaking of which, MaryAnne do you want a new version of yourself for your webpage? I will be adding a new "Doc" picture to mine. Pendragon

Ok, moving on...How about this one? http://www.worldsims.org/modules.php?name=Database&db_id=3&cat_id=1&display=3&p=getcat&rowstart=6

I'll bring the mistletoe. Doc

I gotta do a little bragging here. I've happy to announce I not only survived my first semester of nursing school but came away from it with an A and an excellent clinical evaluation. One semester down, three to go. Now excuse me while I go sleep for the next three days. Pendragon

well, you can change the hair. I was referring to the clothes only.

You know what, Daney. I think I had those but lost them in the first of my two recent computer crashes. I haven't seen them since. Now I myself have absolutly no talent in creating skins at all. Which puts me pretty much at the mercy for what I can find online. I'm looking more for Sims 2 stuff right now, although I will glady post where to find Sims 1.0 stuff if anyone is interested. For example, Do these guys look familar?

"Heaven forbid. Although I prefer something with a little heat, esp. on a cold day like this." Chance snatched a crouton from the top of the salad and popped in her own mouth. "See you around." With that promise and a grin that leaned on the wicked side, she gathered up her lunch and coffee and left the cafe. Under the overhang of the cafe, the young doctor took a moment to adjust her collar against the rain. She caught sight on white fur on black vinyl in through Diablo's window. Shaking her head, she muttered to herself as she walked back to the clinic. "Brian's gonna have a new fur rug if Razor sheds all over the interior." (cue anyone)

I am on the hunt for Dukes of Hazzard skins for Sims 2. I actually found quite a bit of Sims 1.0, including a General Lee. So if there are any other "Simmers" (That's our geeky codename for people who enjoy this game), lets's share our findings here. Pendragon

Oh Let's see...First I have to admit most of my hobbies took a big hit when I started nursing school. That itself takes up 95% of my time. But in the other 5% I do have a couple of things I do so not to drive myself completely nuts. I, of course, write Dukes of Hazzard fanfiction with my character of Doc Walker. I also voluteer at a local theater as a stagehand. Something I've been doing since high school and plan to do as long as I'm able. If you love live theater, I couldn't recommend anything more than this. I play somes select PC games, such as the Sims, Diablo II and soon..I hope...Sims 2. (you may have seen pictures of my simified characters on MaryAnne's and my own websites) Pendragon

At the wolf whistle, Chance looked back to see the origin of the sound. "Knock it off, Cooter, He ain't your type." Turning her attention to Brian. Chance was hardly shy so she felt no qualms at upping the ante a little at Brian's expense. "I only do public evaluation when the subject is so ...fascinating." She reached across the table, in guise of grabbing a couple of sweeteners for her coffee, she dropped her voice low enough only Brian could hear. "But if you want a private consulation, you know where to find me." (cue anyone )

Chance could only raise her eyebrow at the sudden change in atitude. "Well don't you blow hot and cold, one minute you're braggin you can't be forced to confes, the next youre offering a full confession on a silver platter." (cue anyone)

(Joint Post) Despite pushing Gambit as hard as she could, Chance didn't arrive in town until everyone had gathered inside the jailhouse. In fact, to the two girls the entire town looked deserted at this time of night. Chance herself felt easy, they had no way of knowing if the confrontation went down and who had lived, and who had survived. She pulled the blowing mustang to a slow walk as they neared the jailhouse. "I don't like this Chance, if Chet got here before we did…" Min whispered as she turned and gazed towards the saloon, even that lively place seemed lacking its usual charm and vast amounts of staggering cowboys going in and out of it. She leaned over a little and pulled her skirt up partially, enough to slip her hand inside and remove the small gun she kept in her garter belt. "Just in case." She gripped the small gun in her trembling hand as Gambit stopped right in front of the jail. "If anyone is hurt, it'll be the last mistake Chet made." Having been deprived of her own weapons, Chance angled Gambit so Min could have a clear shot of the jailhouse if need's be. "Shall we knock and see if anyone's home?" Min nodded and swallowed hard. "Let's just take things slow and easy." She whispered to Chance. "I've never really had to use this gun except to scare rowdy cowboys that want more than they paid for. I really hope I don't have to use it now." Gambit came to a stop and Chance got down from him and tied him to the post beside the other horses. Then it was Min's turn to get down and she did so, her feet hit the ground and her knees wobbled a bit but after a second she managed to stand up straight. Chance snorted. "After all Chet has done to me, I don't need a gun. I'll rip him apart with my bare hands." "Great, then you can go in first." Min moved to stand behind her friend as the two women made their way to the door. "You're all heart, Min." With a smirk, Chance opened the jailhouse door, no way of knowing what to expect to find inside. (cue anyone!)

Chance laughed. "No fear, Brian, you are one of the healthiest men in Hazzard." She winked as she got her bag of food to go. "Trust me on that." (cue anyone)

It wasn't long before another regular patron of the Busy Bee walked in. Chance wasn't much for cooking, unless one had an appetite for charcoal, so she often walked across the street from the clinic for lunch. On her way, she couldn't help but admire the fine-looking motorcycle in Diablo's trunk. Nice piece of workmanship, but she still liked her sports bike better. Entering the cafe, she spotted Diablo imfamous owner and grinned. "Hey Brian. Nice bike." She teased as she paid for her meal to go. "You finally decide to join the Hazzard Hog Club?" (cue anyone)

Redneck Christmas Wishlist Twelve-pack of Bud Eleven Wrastling tickets Ten o' Copenhagen Nine years probation Eight table dancers Seven packs of Redman Six cans of Spam Five flannel shirts Four big mud tires Three shotgun shells Two hunting dogs ... And some parts to a Mustang GT

Be careful, ya'll. I spit my coffee out while watching this. http://www.flowgo.com/funpages/view.cfm/5814 Pendragon

Chance, meanwhile, took a few moments to gather her breath and thunk the back of her blonde head against the tree. Some outlaw she was. Maybe retirement was in the cards soon. Or maybe Min could find a place for her at the saloon. Sighing, she squirmed and tried to pull her arms free of the rope and silently vowed in her next life, she was going to be as far away from being an outlaw as she could. Twisting her hands, wincing, she found the knot in the ropes with her fingertips and began working on it. It would take a while...oh hell, who was she kidding, she needed help...badly. A quick whistle brough her mustang up close, nickering curiously. Too bad the horse was never trained to chew through ropes, but Chance never figured at this situation. But the horse was trained to go between her and her partner alone and unaided. "Gambit...Cabin, Min...Go." As she watched the horse trot off, she leaned back against the tree and hoped when she and Min got back to town, they would find everyone alive. (cue anyone)