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After leaving MaryAnne, Chance had gone back to her office, fortunatly the back door was undamaged by the storm. She took this time to CB the Hazzard Net to ask about any more injuries. Thankfully, there seemed be none, or the more serious ones had been routed to Tricounty and the surrounding hospitals. But she still to be prepared in case that changed, so the young doctor packed a duffel of medical supplies and her emergency bag to take back to her to the courthouse. As she exited the office and slung the duffel over her shoulder, she was greeted by the combination commotion of barking, yelling and Boss Hogg's swearing up a blue streak. Chance rounded the building corner and saw what the fuss was about. She couldn't help but grin as she adjusted the duffel and approached the black car. "Brian Coltrane, you really HAVE gone to the dogs."

Bo and Steph were unaware that another set of eyes were watching them. Angel brought the binoculars away from her face and smiled at the scene. Bo Duke was good for her, better than even Angel herself was being to her sister at the moment. Sighing, Angel rubbed her forehead, she was running out of time and ideas to bring Hogg around. Well, that wasn't exactly true, she had one idea left but if it didn't work or something went awry, Angel could end up jailed for a long, long time...or dead. Before that happened, she needed to see Steph, explain to her what was going on, why her big sister was acting like this and tell her that, despite everything that was happening, she was the most important thing in Angel's life. Which is why, hours later, after the sun had set, when Steph left the Dukes house, a note was pinned underneath General Sherman's windshield. In Angel's bold familiar writing, it read: Sunbeam, Time for a sisterly chat. Take a walk. Alone. F.A Bo watched as Stephanie started leaving the Duke property. He smiled as he began to jog towards her. She shook her head. "Bo," --She said as she stopped--"I need to do this on my own." "What on your own?" Bo questioned. Stephanie tried to think of how to tell him to get lost without sounding like she was up to something. Stephanie had tricked him many times. Bo was a nice guy but both of them were able to pull stuff on each other. "I need some air. I am gonna take a walk and come back in a while. If I am not back in five hours, come and look for me okay?" "Steph, are you sure you're okay?" "Yeah, I am just worried about getting lost. But I do need some air. I know I am not keen on Hazzard yet. So if I'm not back, find me okay?" "Yeah sure, five hours, got it." Bo walked back to the farm as Stephanie headed down the road a little further. She looked out into the dark night and wondered how this was going to go. She stopped walking when Steph saw Archangel pull up. Angel saw the lone figure walking down the darkened road, but she didn’t hit the highlights until ArchAngel was beside her. Otherwise, the dark blue car was almost invisible in the night. Reaching over, she opened the passenger side's door and looked up at her sister. "We need to talk." "Well it's about time. I guess you want to let me in on your plan to kill Boss Hogg?" Stephanie replied. Ouch, Angel thought. That was direct and to the point...and just like Steph, especially when she was peeved. "It's not going to not come to that." She silently hoping she wasn't lying. "Are you going to get in or do I have drive alongside the whole time?" "I'm getting in but don't think it changes anything okay?" Stephanie pushed back her hair and climbed in the window. "Alot of things might change within the next few days, Steph." Angel said quietly as ArchAngel sped up and tore off down the road, unaware of the second car that pulled out of the woods behind them. "You have the right to know why this is all happening." The bounty hunter continued, keeping her eyes focused on the road ahead, unwilling or unable to look at her sister. "It's about time you came to your senses and told me what's going on." Stephanie spat. She leaned back on the seat and looked at Angel. She could see something was troubling her dear sister. Stephanie smiled for a minute as she looked out the window. Angel mentally ran through the whole speech she had planned out for this moment... about responsibility, and the cold hard way the world worked sometimes. Instead, she simply sighed and whispered. "I turned in Ken." Stephanie stared at her sister and couldn't say a thing at first. She looked at her sister with fire in her eyes. "Pull over right now!" Stephanie exclaimed. She thrust her fists in her pockets. Stephanie thought of poor Ken rotting in a cell. And the person who was almost like a daughter to him. "Not just yet. Not until we're finished talking." Almost on cue, ArchAngel sped up. Behind it, the other car sped up to match, but staying out of view. Unlike ArchAngel, its bright orange coloring would instantly be recognized, even at night. "I need to give you this. " Keeping one hand on the wheel, Angel brought a folded paper out of her jacket pocket. Taking a deep breath, she let the other shoe drop. "It's my will." "No! You take it to someone else! I can't believe you would do this. Why would I need your will anyway?" Stephanie asked. She didn't give her sister a chance to answer. "You aren't planning on killing yourself or something? "Someone may do it for me." Angel muttered. "It's going to get rough over the next couple of days. I just wanted to make sure you were taken care of, if anything happens to me." "I'm not 16 years old anymore. I am my own person," Stephanie reminded her. "I know...." The next words came quietly"...and I'm proud of you, Steph. More than you could ever know. You took the mess I made out of our lives and you're making a decent life for yourself. " Finally, Angel glanced over at her sister, her lips quirked into a half smile. "You're the best sister a ex car-thieving bounty hunter could ask for." "I'll take that as a comment." Stephanie mumbled. Angel sped up and turned the corned swiftly. She looked back at the boys and shook her head. "I thought I said alone Steph, what's going on?" "I didn't invite them, honest!" "What, you didn't trust me?" "I do! I told him to find me in five hours. I didn't tell him to follow me!" Stephanie rolled her eyes. "Pull over, I'll tell them to get lost and that everything is fine." "No, you fool, they'll take me in and you know it." "Not if I tell them!" "Not a chance! Looks like ArchAngel is about to test her wings against the General Lee!" With that, Angel slammed her boot down on th accelerator, sending the blue car flying down the dirt road.

(boy, nothing for months and then...I guess when it rains it really does pour LOL) Meanwhile back in town, Chance was finishing her morning paperwork and was planning to meet her friends at the Boar‘s Nest just before the race. She and Nurse Caine had just gone through inventory for orders for the month when the fax machine sitting in Chance's office began to chirp and whirl, indicating an incoming fax. Still dusty, tired and sore from the early morning’s racing lesson, Chance was sorely tempted just to leave it until tomorrow. She and Luke had clashed time and time again during the day about Chance’s strategy to win the race. And frankly, she was getting really tired of his “I’m the man and I raced longer, so I know better you " attitude. “Lord, that man loves to give orders. But I’ll put my years in medical schools against his Marine training any day of the week.†Sighing and ripping the paper from the tray, Chance scanned the fax. Frowning, she reread it again. It read as follows. Dr. Chance Walker: We are pleased to inform you that your application for the position of chief attending surgeon at the Boston Memorial Hospital Emergency Room has been accepted. Your recommendation from Dr. Becker in Atlanta was ... Dr. Becker? Chance thought. Dr. LEO Becker?! The same doctor Becker who, as she was leaving Atlanta, had joked and teased her for leaving a promising surgical degree to treats "dairy cows and cornpone farmers" had recommended her to one of the most prestigious hospitals in the country? Chance Walker and Leo Becker had completely different personalities, couple with polar opposite upbringing. As such, they clashed on every level imaginable, from professionally to personally. Even in medicine, Chance attempted to heal the whole person, body, mind and soul. Becker’s motto was “treat them and street them†which was, unfortunately sometimes a necessity in the high volume ER work. Chance honesty wished sometimes she could say that her method was better and she was the better doctor for it, but when push came to shove, both surgeons talent was discerningly equal, just…different. It was an object of some amusement to the Tricounty ER staff when the two hotheads clashed. And clashed they did and often, over anything from care of a specific patient, to hospital procedure to the treatment of the lower ranking staff, such as the nurses and interns. But things had change when Chance dropped her full time residency to take over Applby family practice, Becker had taken the opportunity to apply for chief resident and in Chance’s absence, got it without so much as a token battle. Now the young surgeon found her part-time shifts on the punishing side after each heated debate, running anything from a weekend of graveyards to the dreaded “dawn to dusk†or full 24 shifts. The cause of the contention between the two doctors was well known in Tricounty. They had matched each other through medical and their internships. Competition was fierce for highly valued position in the hospital and both had fought their way through the rank of medical students to earn their respected positions. Then the day came when Chance unexpectedly dropped out of contention for chief residency. It had been a typical hectic, grueling day in the ER. Chance was going over the heart of a cardiac patient, following up care for an man who had been brought in from a local physician’s office in one of the rural towns around Atlanta. When an older man walked in the room, Chance barely glanced up. He introduced himself as Dr. Henry Applby of Hazzard. Visiting physicians were hardly a rarity in the ER, so Chance thought little of the encounter, just casually discussing the patient and chatting in general. Applby mentioned something about retiring and needing someone to “look after his townâ€, but the young doctor was preoccupied. And then her pager had gone off, a trauma was coming and she had to be there. Over five hours later, Chance had left the OR, tired and frustrated, having just put a 14 year old boy's spinal cord back together after a drive-by shooting. Another tragic case of a kid simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time. A situation Chance saw too damned often in her line of work. She encountered Appbly back in the OR, and found herself accepting his previous offer to take over his family practice. The next day, she send him the money order, most of her savings, to buy out the office building and everything within outright and gave the hospital her change of status. So within the space of 48 hours, Dr. Chance Walker went from being one of the most promising surgeons in Tricounty to the small town of Hazzard's only physician. Chance smiled rather grimly, remembering her and the chief resident's last major battle. A girl had come into the ER, bruised and bleeding and showing signs of abuse. Chance attempted to stall for time, distracting the boyfriend while a social worker tried to talk to the frightened girl, with no luck. The boyfriend had too tight a hold on the girl. Finally Becker signed the girl's release, overriding Chance's medical advise and letting the girl leave passively with her probable abuser. Chance really let Becker have it that day, verbally taking Becker's family tree down a few notches on the evolutionary scale...at full volume...in the middle of the ER. Becker had coolly dismissed Chance for the remainder of her shift and advising her to "tell it to a priest." But now, on the same day Chance’s career in Hazzard was on the line, Becker actually recommended her for a high profile position in a top hospital. Chance would have to be a fool not to take the offer. But even in the short time Chance had been in Hazzard, this had become her home, her new friends had become dear to her. Was she selfish to choose a more peaceful type of medicine than the high paced world she was trained, to choose to heal more people wholly then the assembly line work where her skills more benefit more people by volume? It took only a few seconds to decide. Crumpling the fax in her hands, she tossed it in the rubbish. If being a fool meant helping the people you came to care about without any reward rather than being paid to be some heartless medical automaton, then a fool she would be. With that thought in mind, Doc grabbed her helmet and headed out the door.

That could be arranged, Maryanne, if you wish. Pendragon

Brian, you never cease to surprise me. I would have figured your time period of choice would have been the 1920s or 30s. Speakeasies, Prohibition, flappers, running around with the likes of Al Capone and Bugs Moran, avoiding being the target of the Untouchables and Elliot Ness. Personally, I can very much picture you in a black three piece pinstrip suit, black fedora hat, wingtip shoes...reading to risk it all on the roll of a dice. Sorry, just had a Guys and Dolls moment there. I guess my love for theater is showing through tonight. In fact, if i ever had the time and energy I wouldnt mind doing a period piece myself. Not too many female doctors back then though.... Doc

I was just reviewing my stories and realized in not ONE of my stories did I include a description of the good doctor's appearance. Now I'm thinking some of you might be wondering what Chance looks like! So I edited Chance of a Lifetime's first post to include a short description. Once again, proving beyond a doubt both me and Doc are natural blondes. Pendragon

Chance handed Rosco the rolled up gunbelt and badge with an apolgetic expression, noting the play of emotions on his face at the simple act. "I'm sorry, sheriff, but MaryAnne and I agreed this is for the best. Your cousin has what's called retrograde amensia. The good news is there's no major physical head trauma so her injury be healed in a few days..." Chance hesitated before adding "...the bad news is that retrograde amensia has no known cure...except time." The young doctor turned back towards her patient, her voice was edged with concern. "I can help you with the physical injury, MaryAnne, but my best advice is to surround yourself with what was familiar and try to trigger your memories to return. I'm sorry this is one of those things that I can't simply give you some medicine and make it go away. You should know however, that if your memory doesn't return in a few hours, the chance of it ever returning...drops below 5%, and gets worse as each day goes by."

While all that was going on, Chance had been busy setting Hilery's leg in a plaster cast. The doctor had set up temporary shop at the courthouse, stopping only briefly at the damaged office to pick up some needed medical supplies. Fortunatly, the casualites in Hazzard seem to be limited to a few bumps and bruises. Most of the more serious cases had been already sent to Tricounty. Chance couldn't help but feel guilty that she, the town doctor, hadn't been in town when needed most. She had just gotten Hil situtated on one of the long benches of the courthouse to let the cast set when she looked from her work to see Daney bringing MaryAnne over. After giving the deputy a quick once over, as well as checking pupil response, reflexes and motor control for any further signs of head trauma, Chance gently bandaged the wound, frowning slighty as she did so. "Well, MaryAnne, there doesn't appear to be a serious internal damage. I'd like you to go to Tricounty as soon as possible for further tests. But you're up walking and talking, which is a good sign. As for your amensia..." Chance paused and sat besides the deputy. Her concerned gaze never left the deputy's as she spoke. "There's no medical cause or cure for amensia. The best treatment I can suggest to give your brain time to heal and let the memories come back on their own."

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"Oh, for the love of....* Chance said for gritted teeth. She had watched the confrontation with growing dismay, praying that her patient wasn't about to grow by a couple of Coltranes. When MaryAnne took off, the young doctor first instinct was to go after them. But she still had Hilery to take care of and MaryAnne's amensia could'nt be helped for the moment, certainly her concussion couldn't have too serious for her to have charged after her cousin like that. She choose instead to inform the sheriffs of recent events. "There was a little misunderstanding between MaryAnne and Brian. She went after him..." Chance paused and then added. "Rosco, MaryAnne had experienced a concussion earlier and has amensia. She may actually hurt Brian, or vice versa. I'll help round the both of them up if I can. I'll even relieve MaryAnne of duty if I have to, as a licensed physican, I can do that." Chance hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"Let you know? That shouldn't be too much of a problem. If you could desist for a moment..." Smiling, Chance cleared her throat to get Brian's attention and pointed to her passengers. She glanced over at MaryAnne. "In case you haven't remembered by now, your cousin rarely misses much." She said, grinning wryly.

(forgive a little character control here, Deputy) With the help of MarYAnne, Chance carefully lifted Hilery and placed her in the backseat of the Bronco, being ever mindful of the splinted leg. Once the patient was secure and comfortable, the doctor and deputy headed for town. THe Bronco, however, wasn't built for speed and the trip was slowed due to debris on the road or the occasional fallen tree. In due course, the Bronco arrived in town. Chance's blue eyes widened as she took in the damage. "Hazzard really got hit, didn't it?" Inwardly, she prayed for the safety and health of her friends and neighbors. Finally, a famailar black Chevy came into view, with its owner outside, his back turned from the street as he was placing boxes on the curb outside the general store. Chance slowed the Bronco alongside. Grinning slightly in her relief to see at least one friend accounted for, Chance couldn't resist saying... "Well, at least I see the storm didn't change some things. Getting the badguy discount, are we, Brian?"

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"Tricounty? I just came from there." Dammit, Chance thought, I should have been here. She frowned at Cooter rattled off the list of friends who had been injured. "No, Cooter. I need a central location. Tell you what, let me get to town and we'll go from there. We should be there in less than an hour. Doc out." After finishing the conversation, Chance replaced the mic and returned to Hilery. Squatting down next to her friend, Chance looked concerned. "Hil, I'm gonna have to set and splint your leg before I can move you to the truck. It's gonna hurt, but it can't be helped. "

WHAT?! At Cooter's annoucement, Chance nearly dropped the mic. Now it was her turn to let loose a ripe curseword. Shaking her head, Chance recovered enough to say. "uh..Yeah, They're both as well as be can expected. Hilery's has a broken leg and they both have minor concussions. I'll be bringing them into town as soon as I splint Hil's leg." Then Chance realized they had a bigger problem. "Cooter, with no access to the office, I'll need to set up a trauma center for incoming patients. What's the damage there over? Are there many injured?"

"Yeah, Hil, I have a CB, and its about time I put it to use." After making certain Hilary was as comfortable as possible, Chance walked over to the truck and grabbed the CB mic. Before speaking into it, however, she told MaryAnne. "If you feel up to it, I'd like to get you and Hilery back to my office as quickly as possible, I've no doubt that you two won't be my only patients today." Speaking into the mic, the sound of Chance's voice crackled and came over the CB station, over the channel used both by the doctor's and sheriff's offices, since both were used for emergencies. "This is Doc Walker. If anyone's in the offices can hear me, come in." When noone answered, Chance repeated it, a little more forcefully. "This is Doc. Who's minding the store? I got MaryAnne and Hilery with me. Is anyone there?"

Tightening her grip around Hilery's shoulders, Chance nodded and looked down at her friend. "Ready, Hi?". At the young woman's nod, Chance glanced looked at the Bronco and shouted "Hit it!" Instantly, the truck was thrown in gear and small clods of dirt flew as the tires spun before finding traction in the wet earth. The Bronco fishtailed slightly. Then the overturned care slowly began rolling over, opening the gap Hilery lay in. Mindful of the broken leg, Chance started pulling Hilery away from the wreck. Suddenly, she heard the tension wire holding the wreck upright strain and glanced back to see the knot she made coming undone. Chance put all her strength behind one last tug and pulled Hilery completely free, a second before the steel cabled knot gave and the wreck came crashing back to earth, just inches from their feet. Huffing, she grinned wryly. "Guess I should stick to medicine and not mechanics"

"Ok, Let's do this then." Chance tossed her keys at the deputy. "MaryAnne, if you can see your way fit to working the Bronco, I'll hook the winch up and pull Hilery out. Then I can splint her leg and get you both back to town." With that, Chance hooked one end of the winchline to the overturned car and fastened the other end of the steel cable to the undercarriage and fender of the big truck. Finally, Squating down next to Hilery, Chance gently put her arms under Hil's shoulders, ready to pull the young woman out as quickly and carefully as possible. "MaryAnne, when I give the signal. Throw the Bronc in reverse and gun it!"

"Alright, Alright, Hil, That's enough for now. Just take it easy." Chance walked back to the Bronco and returned with her medical bag. Picking out a hypodermic needle and small bottle. "I'm just gonna give you a local until I can look to your concussion." She said as she filled the needle. "MaryAnne, I will see to you as soon as we get Hilery out of there." Once the numbing medicine was administered. Chance looked from the overturned car to her truck. "You think if we hook the Bronco to this car, one us of can use the winch pull it over while the other drags Hil outta there.?"

Chance's hands gripped the steering wheel of the black Bronco as the truck splashed its way through the damaged backroads. The doctor had been called out of Hazzard to Tricounty ER when the hurricane warning went out. The ER had been filled almost to capacity of victims of the storm's wrath. Nearly 10 hours later, Chance had been allowed to leave to check on her own people. She had heard over the emergency band that the hurricane had touched down in Hazzard itself. The Bronco swung around a corner and Chance slammed on the brakes. In front of her was a overturned car, MaryAnne was standing by it and Hilery trapped underneath. Exiting the car, Chance hurried over to them. "Hilery, are you alright? Don't move, we'll get you out of there."

**WARNING - This story contains adult content and adult language*** http://www.geocities.com/pendragon1980/hazzard/ANewHope.htm Cowritten by Pendragon and Jax You get to choose how it ends! Story ending will be chosen by the vote of the forum. Let us know.

**WARNING - This story contains adult content and adult language*** http://www.geocities.com/pendragon1980/hazzard/ANewHope.htm Cowritten by Pendragon and Jax You get to choose how it ends! Story ending will be chosen by the vote of the forum. Let us know.

Thanks y'all. It's nice to know I'll be missed. Seriously, though I'm gotta get going now. See you Monday, maybe Tuesday. Chance PS. Brian, Don't tempt me. Right now, I'm thinking you'd be better off on the roof luggage rack. Esp when I hit that storm.

..or the result will be a hyperactive author! LOL Listening to the song "Tennessee River Run" by Darryl Worley, I was thinking it was a great song for Hazzard, if only the lyrics could be tweaked. Now, for those poor soul who havent heard it yet. You can find a downloadable version here. http://home.att.net/~dgbrehm/countrynews.html And So... Hazzard County Backroad Run Worked all week, got it all done Let's make a Hazzard County Backroad Run Hey everybody, I think the time is right Let's get together, Party like Saturday night Cooped up all winter waitin' on a day like this It's the way I feel when I got that road before me Baby that I can't resist flattin' the hills, straightin' the bends Just about a mile where the asphalt ends Party on the a dirt road, whole lotta fun Time to make a Hazzard County Backroad run I'll get my fast bike, crank up that racing car We'll crank the throttle up where the big rigs are Break out a cooler, pass out some ice cold beer Look at all the people out here on the dirt road Man I can't believe we're here Hitting on the gas, gonna have a ball Jumpin' over the Hazzard County law. Checking out the locals, baking in the sun God bless a Hazzard County Backroad run Doo-doo-n-doo-dee Oh what a weekend, we've had some time to play I should be leavin', tomorrow's a work week day I just might call in, tell 'em that I can't get home Does anybody want to stay a little longer Or am I gonna be alone? Pealing down the road, going second to none Racing under the hot southern sun. Flattin' the hills, straightin' the bends Just about a mile where the asphalt ends Party on the a dirt road, whole lotta fun Time to make a Hazzard County Backroad run Doo-doo-n-doo-dee Nothing like a Hazzard County Backroad run I love a Hazzard County Backroad run Whoop up a Hazzard County Backroad run

Val and Daney, Thanks for the sentiment. I have a feeling I'm gonna need it since I just realized I'm gonna be driving though Hurricane Isabel as it hits the US. So at this point, I don't know if I'm gonna end up at my friend's wedding...or Oz. Brian, I got enough trouble packing everything into a suitcase without adding a couple of Coltranes, Dukes and possibly a Strate in there as well. Maybe the trunk? Chance