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A/N: Just a pre-Smallville/Dukes of Hazzard crossover. Not much Smallville cannon here, just a little fun with one of the characters though—can you guess which one? This takes place just before the first season of DOH.

Oh, I also don't own any of the Dukes or Smallville characters, just doing this for kicks and the fact that it has been snowing all month long (I'm talking feet of snow, people, not inches) and has been too cold to do anything outside (except for the shoveling, snow blowing, etc.). Is it Summer yet? Anyway, enough of my whining and on with the story. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful summer day and eighteen year old Jonathan Kent found himself enjoying it even if he was in his father's old pick up truck and not in Kansas anymore. He smiled as the wind blew through his long, blonde hair and tapped his fingers to the music that was playing on the radio. He was on his way to Atlanta, sent there by his father Hyrum, to pick up a much needed part for the farm's tractor. He had just graduated from high school and was anxious just to get out after being cooped up in his classes for the last few months. When Jonathan found out that the only place to get the tractor part was in Atlanta, he quickly volunteered to run and pick it up, wanting to have a small adventure by taking some of the back roads. He knew it would take him about two days to get to Atlanta and his father wasn't too excited about the idea of him going by himself on such a long trip, but when Hyrum saw the longing look in his son's eyes, he knew that he would have to let the boy go and do this.

He was only about an hour outside of Atlanta but his bladder was telling him that he'd better stop now or he would have bigger problems to worry about. Driving down the dirt roads of a small town called Hazzard, he came upon a small establishment called the Boars Nest. It wasn't a place that he would normally visit but at this point, he had no choice. Pulling into the parking lot, he got out of the truck and headed inside. The place was pretty much what he expected; a small bar type atmosphere with enough tables to hold a small crowd, and an area for dancing, but it was still empty being so early in the morning. Going over to the bar he caught the bartender's attention.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where the men's room is?"

Jerry the bartender turned to see the familiar looking man staring back at him and just chuckled. "Cute Bo," Jerry answered. "Ya know darn well where the men's room is."

"Bo? Who's Bo?" Jonathan thought to his head he looked back at the bartender. "Uh, I'm not sure who you think I am, but I really need to use your restroom."

"You're a funny man today, ain't ya," Jerry said as he pointed down the small hallway. "Right down there, stranger."

"Uh, thanks." Jonathan looked at the bartender with a funny expression on his face as he headed towards the bathroom. After finishing up his business he headed back to the barroom. "Thanks again," Jonathan said as he started heading towards the door.

"Hey Bo," Jerry called out and Jonathan stopped when he realized that he was the one the bartender was calling. "Ya know Boss' rules. Use the bathroom and ya gotta buy a drink," the bartender said as he pointed to a large sign saying exactly that.

Jonathan stared at the sign and blinked. "But I'm not thirsty," he replied, confused over this strange policy.

"Come on, Bo. Ya don't want ta get me in trouble do ya?" Jerry asked in a pleading voice.

Jonathan stood there and saw the look of desperation that the bartender was giving him. "Okay," he answered and moved back to the bar. "Give me a soda."

"A soda? No beer?" Jerry asked in surprise as he stopped himself before pulling the tap to the keg.

"Uh, I can't," Jonathan hesitantly replied. "I'm on my way to Atlanta."

"Ah, that makes sense," Jerry grinned as he handed Jonathan a glass filled with the carbonated beverage. "What's Uncle Jesse got ya pickin' up this time?"

"Uncle Jesse? Who's Uncle Jesse?" Jonathan asked as he took a gulp of his drink.

"Oh you're just full of it today," Jerry laughed. "Okay if ya don't want ta tell me…"

"Look, I'm not this Bo fellow that you think I am. My name is Jonathan Kent."

"Sure it is," Jerry smiled back. "What? Ya don't think Rosco will recognize ya if ya use another name?"

Jonathan stared at the bartender as he placed his money on the bar. "Uh, thanks for the drink," he said turning and quickly headed out the door.

"Yeah. See ya later, Jon," Jerry snickered as he watched his friend leave.

Jonathan walked out the door shaking his head at what just happened. When he got outside he saw two men standing in front of a truck that was packed full of electronic equipment with the smaller man, who was wearing an all white suite, handing over a package to the seedy looking character. Both men turned, wide eyed, when they saw the young, blonde haired man walk out the door. Not thinking anything of the situation, Jonathan excused himself as he pushed by the two, got into his truck, and drove off down the road.

"What do we do, Hogg," the larger man asked. "He saw us and this stolen equipment and can identify both of us."

"Just relax, Charlie. I know exactly who that boy is and I'll have my sheriff pick him up and hold him," Boss Hogg said as he watched the old truck rumble down the road. "In the meantime, you just take this stuff to the old farmhouse and stay out of sight until I meet up with you with the final arrangements for shipment."

Charlie turned and poked his finger into Boss' chest. "You better keep him under wraps, Hogg, 'cause I ain't taking the fall for this, especially for you, and if I find out that you can't take care of him, I will. Got it?"

"Yeah, yeah, I got it," Boss coward slightly, not liking the sound of the bigger man's threat.