A/N: well, here's the last chapter....I really hope you enjoy it, and I want to everyone who's been reading and reviewing!!!!

Chapter 5: The Finale…and Death

The next three days, Luke went back and forth from Hazzard to Chickasaw. Every now and then, he would run into Sheriff Ed Little Jr, "Big Ed" Little's son; and he was just like his daddy. Luke didn't know why, but he had a strong feeling to stay in Chickasaw, and keep on looking.

After checking another disserted house, and coming up empty, he got in the General, and let out a sigh. "Come on, Bo. Where are you? Please, just give me a sign," he said to the sky.

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'Luke, please. I can't hold on anymore,' Bo thought as Floyd came up to him.

"Well, plowboy, it's day ten. I'm surprised you made it this far," he said, smiling. He ripped off Bo's gag, and threw it to the ground. Bo wanted to say something, but his dry mouth stopped him from doing so. "What? Have nothing to say?" Floyd asked. He looked around and said, "See? I told you. It's been ten days, and nothing. No Luke coming to the rescue." He untied Bo's arms and body, and forced him up from the chair, with Bo yelling out in pain. "Now you're gonna die! And no one will be able to save you," he said in Bo's ear. He threw him to the ground, and Bo yelled out in pain again. Floyd took out his gun, and aimed it at Bo's head. "This time, I'm gonna make sure you die!"

Floyd cocked the gun, and was about to pull the trigger, when someone busted the door in, and tackled him to the floor! Bo didn't realize who it was until he saw the face. "Luke!" he managed to say before the darkness consumed him. Luke didn't know exactly how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being at the abandon house, praying for a sing to find his cousin. He had been wrestling with Floyd when he heard his cousin yell out his name. He looked over just in time to see Bo pass out. That was all Floyd needed to punch Luke in the face, and throw him off of him.

Luke rolled to the floor, and sprang up. He stopped in the tracks when he saw Floyd holding a knife to his cousin's throat. "Hello Luke. It's nice of you to join us," Floyd said.

"Let him go," was all Luke had to say. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Floyd's gun laying on the floor, a few feet away.

Floyd shook his head. "Sorry plowboy. I let you guys live last time, and I'm not going to make the same mistake twice." He looked down, tilted Bo's head back, and was getting ready to slit his throat. Meanwhile, Luke didn't waste any time. Once Floyd had looked away, Luke had tumbled to where the gun was. He quickly grabbed the gun, rolled over, and pulled the trigger. Both Floyd and Bo fell to the ground. Luke stayed on the floor, breathing rapidly, waiting for someone to move. When no one did, he slowly stood up, gun still in hand, and walked over to the two people on the ground.

He looked over at Floyd, and felt for a pulse. When he didn't find one, a big weight lifted off of his shoulders, and he dropped the gun. Then, he went over to his cousin, who was barely breathing. "Bo?" he said. There was no response, and Luke was getting worried. When he saw what Floyd had done to him, he was glad that he was dead, and he cursed himself for not being there for him. "Bo, come one. You're not gonna do this to me again cuz," he told him.

He debated whether to call for an ambulance, and wait for them, or to just take Bo there himself. He decided that he didn't want to wait, so he carefully picked up Bo, and carried him to the General. Getting him inside, on the other hand, was a different, and difficult, story; but he managed to do it. After Bo was secured, Luke slid into the driver's seat, and raced towards the nearest hospital.

DOHDOHDOHDOHDOH

An hour later, the Dukes and Cooter were waiting in the waiting room. Luke had called his family, who called Cooter, when he had arrived there. Now, he was sitting in a chair, holding his head in his hands. Jesse had placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's gonna be okay," he said, softly. "Bo's strong. He's gonna make it, just like last time," he continued; not just to Luke, but to everyone…including himself.

It'd been a few more minutes before the doctor walked in. "Bo Duke's family?" he called, looking at his clipboard.

Cooter and the Dukes stood up. "That's us," said Jesse.

"My name's Dr. Carver," he introduced, shaking Jesse's hand. "I gotta say, your nephew is a fighter. I took a few x-rays, and it looks like a few of his ribs were broken. He also has multiple cuts and bruises, and he will have scars on his forearms. Luckily, you got him here just in time before he lost a lot of blood or before any of his wounds got infected," he told Luke.

Luke nodded. "So, he's gonna be okay?" he asked the doctor. He held in his breath for the answer.

"He's gonna be fine," Dr. Carver said, smiling. The group, mainly Luke, let out the air they held in. "But, he will be sore for a few weeks, and he will have to wear bandages too. I called the doctor over in Hazzard, and I told him everything. So, you're gonna have to take Bo to him for checkups every once in a while," he told Jesse.

"Yes, sir, we will," Daisy said, speaking up since she got there.

"Can we see him?" asked Cooter and Luke.

Dr. Carver nodded his head. "Sure, but I gave him some painkillers, so he is sleeping," he warned them. They all nodded their heads, and he showed them to Bo's room. Ironically enough, his room was Bo's lucky number, 24. Dr. Carver left when the group thanked him. They all quietly went into the room, and sat down in the chairs without disturbing anything.

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It was a few hours until Bo started to wake up. "Bo?" asked Luke. Bo's baby blue eyes fluttered open when he recognized the voice that said his name.

"Luke?" came a weak reply.

"Hey cuz," Luke said, smiling. "How ya feelin'?" he asked.

Bo groaned. "Sore," he said. "Where is everyone?" he asked, when he noticed no one else was in the room.

"They went to get coffee. They'll be back soon." It was silent for a few minutes. "We haven't seen each other in years, and this is where we meet," Luke finally said.

Bo smirked. "Yeah, I've missed you cuz," he said.

Luke smiled. "I've missed you too," he replied, standing up, and giving Bo a gentle hug.

The door opened when they parted, and Jesse, Daisy, and Cooter walked in with coffee. "Bo!" they said, happy.

"Hey, ya'll," Bo said, giving each of them a hug. It wasn't long before they all started talking about what they've been up to since they had left Hazzard.

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A few weeks later, Bo was finally able to go home, and he was still sore and exhausted. He was ordered by EVERYONE to get some bed rest, so that's what he did; not because he was ordered to, but because he wanted it.

That night, Luke quietly walked into the room, so he wouldn't wake up Bo. "Hey," came a whisper. It didn't work. Luke looked over to the other bed.

"Hey," he said, walking to his bed, and sitting down. "I thought you were asleep."

Bo turned over, and clicked the lamp on. "I was, but I woke up a couple hours ago," he confessed. Luke chuckled, and it was silent. "You know," Bo said, "you never did tell me what happened to Floyd."

Luke looked up at his cousin. "He's uh…he's dead," he said softly.

Bo stared at him. "You didn't," he whispered, shocked.

Luke sighed. "Bo, I had to. If I didn't have done something, then you would be dead. I just----couldn't go through everythin' again," he told him, looking down.

"Well, what did happen?" Bo asked him.

"After you, passed out, Floyd punched me off of him, and went over to you. He had a knife to your throat, and he was gonna kill you," Luke said, looking at his cousin. "I saw his gun a few feet away, so when he looked down, I grabbed the gun, and shot. I honestly didn't know who or where the bullet hit, but I didn't see either of you move. Then, I checked Floyd's pulse, and I didn't find one. So, I knew he was dead…I just, didn't know if you were or not."

"But I'm not. I'm alive, and I'll be good as new in a few weeks or so. Now, you have nothin' to worry 'bout!" Bo told him, excitedly.

They both laughed. "Yeah, I guess so!" Luke said. They were both quiet again. "I guess we should be getting' to bed, 'fore Uncle Jesse comes in!" he said, smiling.

"Yeah!" Bo agreed, smiling and laughing. He settled down in his bed, and turned towards the window, away from his cousin. "Luke?" he asked.

"Yeah," came a mumbled replied.

"Thanks for saving my life…again," Bo said to the man who he considered as his older brother for his whole life.

Luke smiled, and said, "Any time, Bo. Any time," he added, softly.

A few minutes later, they were both in their beds, drifting to sleep. 'It's good to be home again…with everyone home,' thought Luke, looking at his sleeping cousin. Finally, everyone in the house were sleeping, and it was the first peaceful sleep they all had in over a week!

THE END!!