Author's note: Hi Everyone! I know I said I was done with original Duke Stories but Kimduke-79 came up with an idea and my muse seemed to spark up again, but I'm sorry to say that I probably won't be writing any stories after this one. Something's come up and writing stories will have to take a back seat. Hopefully, I can get back into it, but I'm not sure when that'll be. I would like to thank everyone for reading my stories and giving me such great feedback! (Particularly, Hazzard66, Katiemalfoy, Kimduke-79,Twomoms, Nicole, Vicki, Lostsheep22...sorry if I missed anyone.) It had been so fun writing for this Fandom. Thank you, thank you, thank you! Now on with the story! Big thanks to Kimduke-79 for giving me the idea for this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters.

Lukas K. Duke is sitting on the porch of their house looking out into the night. The Duke farm was one of the lucky ones. The hurricane that had ripped through Hazzard County, for some unknown reason, had missed their farm. The same couldn't be said for the Jenson and Thompkin's farms which was all but destroyed by the twister. A lot of rebuilding was needed in Hazzard County. Homes were destroyed, but they were lucky, because everyone had enough warning to prepare. Those who had underground shelters were able to wait out the storm. Those, like the Dukes, who didn't have shelters had enough time to board up the windows and pray that the hurricane didn't rip straight through their home. Considering the strength of the hurricane, the damage was minimal. It had come and gone, moving through each town quickly. If it had lingered in the same place, the town would have been wiped off the face of the earth. Everyone in Hazzard knew how lucky they were and those who were fortunate enough to only have minimal damage were helping those, like the Thompkins' and Jensons rebuild their lives. Yes, no lives were taken.

That was a week ago. Bo Duke had been missing for a week and his cousin Luke was not taking it well. "Luke, you can't keep going on like this. As much as I don't want to admit it. Bo's go..."

"Don't say it, Uncle Jesse." Luke interrupted him. "He's still out there and I'm going to find him."

Jesse shook his head. Luke has been leaving the farm at the break of dawn and didn't return until the sun was set. Every day for a week, he had been out searching for his cousin, pushing himself until the point of exhaustion. Jesse worried that one day, Luke wouldn't even have the strength the bring himself home, let alone his cousin. "It's been a week, Luke. If he survived the hurricane, he would've found a way to contact us by now."

"He could've been hurt. Maybe he hit his head and got amnesia again, maybe he's unconscious somewhere and nobody knows who he is. There are a lot of reasons why he can't contact us, that doesn't mean that he's dead!" Luke shocked himself at that word. He had been trying to avoid saying that word. He didn't want to believe it, he refused to believe that his cousin was gone. "He's out there somewhere and he's counting on me to find him. I don't care if it take's me years. I ain't giving up and neither should you!" Luke stormed back into the house. Jesse sighed. He didn't know how much longer he could take of this. The family needed closure, but Luke refused to give up and as long as Luke continued searching, they would never receive the closure they needed.

Luke sat on Bo's bed, looking around the room at all their memorabilias. Bo collected everything that he deemed important and put in on display. The Carnival of Thrills poster was a reminder of the spectacular jump Luke and Bo had made together. The cars were all the cars that Luke and Bo had dreamed about over the years. Everything in this room was a reminder of all the adventures Bo and Luke had together. It was Bo's idea. He told Luke that he wanted every happy moment in their lives to be on display in their room. This room was Bo's world. No matter what happened outside this room, he could always find comfort in this room. That was what he had told Luke. During the days Luke was in the Marines, this room was Bo's Haven and Luke's bed would provide him the comfort and feeling of safety that he needed during those fear filled days. Now, Luke knew how he felt. After days of searching and finding nothing, Luke had this room to come home to. He didn't think he would survive if Bo hadn't told him how much their room meant to him and now, it became the same haven for Luke. Luke laid on Bo's bed and closed his eyes.

One week and three days ago...

"I don't see why Luke can't come with me. We'll be back by dinner time." Bo complained as he climbed into Jesse's pick-up. Luke chuckled at his cousin's expression. He wanted to go with Bo, but he knew his uncle needed him here to do the chores. "Bo, you boys have been thanksgiving' me for weeks now. I want that barn roof fixed and the fence in the back forty fixed! Now you run along and get me that part we need to fix the tractor. Old Man Jackson will have the part for you when you get there. He said it would be arriving at his store by the time you arrive." Bo gave Luke a disappointing look and Luke just shrugged. There was no way Luke was getting out of doing the chores and they both knew it.

"Alright, I'll be back by dinner." Bo sulked. Jesse shook his head. He wondered if his youngest would ever really grow up. Then again, he wasn't sure he wanted him to. Bo has always had an innocence about him that made the whole family want to protect him. Daisy described him as sweet-natured. Luke would say he was carefree. Whichever way, it was the part of Bo that they all loved and wanted to keep. It was a good thing that Bo didn't mind his family's over-protectiveness, because it meant they were almost always around and as long as he was with his family, Bo was happy. This was the main reason why Bo was complaining about Luke not being allowed to come along. He rarely went anywhere without Luke and it just didn't feel right to drive to the big city by himself. Bo was actually surprised Uncle Jesse let him go alone, but I guess they couldn't keep treating him like a kid. It wasn't like Bo couldn't look after himself, he just didn't like being alone.

"Drive carefully, Bo and don't go talking to those city folks too much. You know how they can get with us country boys." Luke didn't really like the city very much. He thought the people there were too much like Boss Hogg. Life was too busy there and money seemed to be on everyone's mind. Bo was quite naive in someways and tended to look at things too simply. He didn't want Bo getting swindled.

"Luke, I've been to Atlanta plenty of times. If you're that worried, I'll go straight there and back. I won't talk to noone but Old Man Jackson and I'll be home soon. Don't like being up there without you anyhow." Bo admitted. Luke smiled. Bo never hid the way he felt and this was no exception. He didn't care that he sounded like a kid or that he sounded scared. If he felt it, everyone would know it.

"Alright, off you go, before it gets late." Jesse said gruffly.

Bo giggled, "Yes, Sir!" He started up the truck and headed off. Luke watched the truck until it turned off and disappeared from sight. For some reason, he had a bad feeling in his gut. Then again, he tended to have this feeling every time Bo headed off on his own.

By mid-afternoon, Luke got a call from Bo. It turns out the part they needed wouldn't arrive until tomorrow because the truck carrying the part had been delayed due to a road closure. Bo had called the house to tell them what had happened and Jesse told him to stay there the night and pick it up the next day. He really needed that part, otherwise when harvesting season came they would have a hard time doing it the old fashioned way. "Can I talk to Luke?" Bo asked his uncle. Jesse handed the phone to Luke.

"Hey, Bo."

"Hey. Any way you can convince Uncle Jesse to let you come up here for the night?" Bo asked his cousin, not liking the idea of staying in a motel by himself.

"I wish. The sky here is starting to get dark. Jesse reckons it might rain hard tonight. He wants that barn fixed today." Luke explained, "Don't worry, Bo. It's just a night."

"I know. Gonna be real boring night though." Bo complained. Luke laughed at his cousin's voice. You would think someone was forcing him to eat brussel sprouts. "Anyway, I gotta go. I got no more quarters left."

"Alright, take care. I'll see you tomorrow." Luke said before hanging up. That bad feeling was still there.