Seven, OCs
X-Over (Dukes of Hazzard)
Note: I know, shoot me now. This is the last of it for now though, will get back on the normal and intriguing stories that at least make sense during the summer. This happened one day, not sure how or why, but I think I had a fever, that could explain it. Just a whole bunch of fluff. Thanks again to my amazing Beta, I love ya lots.
The teen sat down slowly on the couch, pulling the manila folder off the coffee table. She opened it up and looked at the pictures for her latest Legacy assignment. One picture was of a young man no more than 19 with shaggy blonde hair and blue eyes. The other picture was of another man who appeared to be in his mid-20’s with dark brown hair and blue eyes. They’re kinda cute, she thought to herself as she began to read their profiles. They were cousins who were suspected of illegal alcohol sales. The girl chuckled to herself, that sounds familiar.“Hey Sam,” Vin called as he walked into the living room, “wanna ride with me to the store?”
“Sure,” she replied, placing the folder back on the table.
Sam stood up and headed for the front door. Vin pulled his keys from his pocket and followed her. As they made their way out to the front porch, she noticed the jeep sitting in the driveway and smiled. Looking over to the side yard, Sam saw JD, Buck, Chris, Josiah, Nathan and Ezra standing around the grill, talking.
“Hey ya’ll,” she called to get their attention, “watch this!”
She took off running down the steps and towards the jeep. As she moved closer, she placed one hand on the hood and jumped, letting one foot slide as she flew over the hood of the jeep.
Uh oh, she thought, when she realized she had too much momentum to stop herself.
She threw her hands down to catch herself before she hit the ground, but that wasn’t enough. She flew head first into the dirt and didn’t move.
“Sam?” Chris called out when she didn’t get up.
“Oh no,” Josiah said under his breath as seven agents took off towards the jeep.
Larabee slid to his knees in the dirt and rolled her over into his lap. Her body was limp and she didn’t respond when he called her name again.
“Call an ambulance,” he stated, but JD had already pulled his cell phone out and was dialing the number.
* * *
The seven agents stood outside the hospital room and looked at the doctor who stood before them.
“She’s unconscious right now, but she's stable,” the doctor told them. “The best thing for you to do is stay with her in case she wakes up.”
”When will that be?” JD questioned.
“I can’t tell you for sure, could be a day, or weeks, even months,” the doctor responded, and then saw the agents faces fall another notch. “But I’ve seen you boys before; I don’t think it’ll be long for her to wake up. Someone needs to keep an eye on you men, and she’ll make sure of that.”
With that said, the doctor turned and headed down the hall. Chris and the others moved inside the room and each found a place to sit down.
“Ever wonder what goes on in your head when you’re unconscious?” JD queried.
“Not sure, but I remember having a dream once when I was unconscious,” Nathan stated.
“Well, if she is dreaming, I wonder what it is exactly she’s dreaming about,” JD replied, looking over at the girl.
* * *
Sam slowly opened her eyes and looked around. She was in the backseat of a car, but didn’t recognize the scenery around her. She noticed the handcuffs on her wrists and wondered what exactly she’d gotten herself into. The last thing she remembered was flying over the top of Vin’s jeep and hitting the ground.
The door opened and a man reached in and began to pull her out.
“Alright little missy. Seeing as how that man said you didn’t steal his wallet after all,” the man stated with a southern accent, as he took off the handcuffs, “this is where I let you go.”
Meanwhile across the street, two young men approached the orange racing car with a big 01 on the side door, but stopped as they noticed the sheriff and the young girl across from them.
“What’s Rosco doing with her?” the dark haired man questioned.
“Looks like he’s lettin’ her go,” his companion responded, “but I’ve never seen her before.”
“And you know just about every girl in this county,” his friend replied with a grin.
“Well then, cousin,” the blonde stated with a smile, “let’s go introduce ourselves and see if she needs any help.”
Sam watched as the sheriff climbed back in his patrol car and pulled away. That’s an older looking police car, she thought to herself, in fact, something about this place tells me I’m not in Kansas anymore. Nothing around her seemed to be from the 21st century, everything seemed much older. She noticed the two men approaching her from across the street.
“Hi there,” the blonde greeted with a big smile.
“Hi,” she responded with a smile of her own.
“Mine name’s Luke, and this is my cousin Bo,” the dark haired guy stated. “You look kinda lost. Is there anything we can help you with?”
“Actually, yes. Can you tell me where I am?” she questioned.
“Well, sugar, you’re in Hazzard County,” Bo responded, “and it just so happens that me and Luke here are Hazzard’s official tour guides. Now, anyone who’s never been here before is required to be given a free tour. So where do you want us to start?”
Sam laughed and shook her head, I must be dreaming, she thought to herself.
”It really doesn’t matter to me, wherever you suggest,” she replied.
“Well, seeing as how our cousin, Daisy makes the best fried chicken around,” Luke stated, “why don’t we start with letting you get a taste of some real cooking.”
“Sounds great,” the girl commented.
“Allow me,” Bo said with a grin, as he offered her his arm.
The teen took it and couldn’t help but smile as she thought; I’m REALLY starting to enjoy this.
“So, darlin’ what brings you to Hazzard County?” the blonde questioned as they approached the orange racing car.
Sam noted that the car had a large Confederate flag on the roof, with the name, General Lee painted on the edges.
“I’m not really sure,” Sam responded, “but once I find out I’ll let you know.”
She looked at the orange car before her and realized that something about everything that was happening seemed familiar, but nothing seemed crystal clear. Maybe this was just a crazy dream, but maybe it had a different meaning all together.
* * *
Josiah entered the Larabee ranch house for one thing; a change of clothes for Chris. It was obvious his team leader was not about to budge an inch away from the hospital. Sanchez noticed someone had left a window open and a slight breeze weaved its way throughout the living room. A few papers had been blown off the coffee table, so the profiler moved to put them back in their place. He picked up the contents of the manila folder and couldn’t help noticing the pictures on the front sheet.
The profiler sighed and shook his head; these boys can’t stay out of trouble obviously.
Knowing this was apparently Sam’s latest assignment, Josiah tucked the folder under his arm as he closed the window. Forgetting his original reason for going to the house, the profiler made his way back outside. Getting this latest information to Chris as soon as possible was his new priority.
* * *
“Uh oh,” Luke stated as he looked in his rearview mirror.
“Enos,” Bo commented.
“What have we done this time?” the dark haired man questioned to no one in particular.
Sam looked out the back window of the car and noticed the approaching patrol car complete with lights flashing and sirens wailing. She turned back around and took note that the car she was in wasn’t slowing down, but doing quite the opposite.
“Aren’t you gonna pull over?” she questioned.
Bo laughed, “Now why would we do that?”
“They still haven’t fixed that bridge up ahead,” Luke commented.
“That’s exactly what I was thinking, cousin,” the blonde stated.
The image of the car jumping a dry creek bed and landing safely on the opposite bank flashed through the teen’s head.
“Um…maybe you boys should…” she started to object to their plan, but as the car went around the bend, Bo slammed on his brakes in order to avoid crashing into the awaiting patrol car.
“Looks like Rosco’s finally using his brain,” Luke commented.
”This shouldn’t take but a minute, sugar,” Bo said as he glanced in the backseat.
Sam nodded her head and watched as the two men climbed out of the car. Being the kind of person she was, the teen climbed into the driver’s seat and started to pull herself out of the car as well, not as slick as the boys had done though.
Bo grabbed her arm and helped her to stand back up. She huffed, having felt stupid for not being able to climb out smoothly.
“Bo, Luke, you boys are under arrest,” Rosco stated. “I got ya, I finally got ya.”
“Alright, Rosco, what have we done this time?” Luke queried, as he sat down on the front corner of the car.
“Kidnapping for one,” the man said, pointing to Sam, “and it has to be violating your probation.”
“Kidnapping!” Bo exclaimed. “We ain’t kidnapped nobody.”
The other patrol car rolled to a stop behind the General Lee, and Enos climbed out and approached the four people.
“Hey, Bo. Hey, Luke,” he greeted, and tipped his hat to the teen, “Miss.”
“Hey, Enos,” the Dukes responded.
“Now, Enos, arrest all three of them,” the sheriff stated.
“What did I do?” Sam questioned.
“You, missy, you, you, well you are guilty by association,” Sheriff Rosco stammered.
“Wait one second, Rosco first off, we didn’t kidnap her,” Luke commented, as Enos attached the half of the handcuffs to his wrist, “and second, picking up a hitchhiker isn’t against the law.”
“Hitchhiker?” the teen questioned as she looked down at the handcuff that was now attached to her wrist. “Excuse you, I’m not a hitchhiker, I was along for food.”
“Alright then, Miss…” Rosco began.
“Well, contrary to popular belief, it’s not, Sugar, or Darlin’, or Missy. My name’s Sam Larabee,” she stated.
Bo and Luke shared a look and both shook their heads, as Rosco moved forward.
“Larabee, huh?” the sheriff snorted. “Ain’t Boss gonna be happy.”
“Was it something I said?” the teen questioned as the three were forced into a patrol car.
* * *
Josiah entered the hospital room, and took note that the teen had yet to regain consciousness.
“Chris,” he stated as he approached the black clad man. “I know this isn’t the right time, but I thought you would want to know.”
Larabee gave the profiler a questioning look, then took the folder he was handed. As the man flipped through the folder quietly, the other members of his team approached him.
“What is it?” Wilmington queried.
“Riley and Colt Duckett,” the man in black replied.
“Aren’t they the two boys you helped get out of trouble a couple years back?” Wilmington questioned.
“Yeah, their uncle was a friend of Sarah’s,” Larabee responded. “They got caught up in some bad stuff, and Sarah absolutely adored both of them. Treated them like they were her own, so I promised her I would get them cleared of the charges. Looks like I get to make good on that promise again.”
“We’ll make good on that promise again,” Vin stated, walking over to his friend.
The tracker reached out to take the folder. “Let me and Ezra go get them. You stay here.”
“Thanks,” the black clad man replied with a slight smile.
The sharpshooter nodded his head, and motioned for the undercover agent to follow him. Larabee looked back to the hospital bed and sighed, Now is a good time for you to start yelling at me for getting involved in another one of your cases, so long as you’ll just wake up.
* * *
“Just so you don’t get any wise ideas,” Coltrane stated as he pulled his gun from his holster. “Now, walk on into that office like good little Dukes.”
The three handcuffed together moved forward into the police station, Sheriff Rosco following close behind. As they moved through the front door, Bo shared a glance with Luke.
“Any ideas now?” the blonde questioned.
“I’m still thinkin’,” his cousin replied.
Once all three were standing just inside the door to the police station, Rosco moved in front of them.
“Now, just so you know…” Rosco began, but stopped when the girl smiled suddenly.
“Oh hi, Dad,” she stated to someone behind the Sheriff.
Coltrane turned to look behind him, but found that no one was there, only the staircase to the cells below, but it was too late. The teen had kicked the gun from his hand, which sent it flying across the room, and placed a well trained kick to his abdomen which sent him rolling down the staircase.
Sam started to turn and run, but realized she was still attached to the two cousins, who were standing there in shock.
“Isn’t this the part where we run away?” she questioned quickly.
The cousins broke from their trance, and the three took off through the doors. Once they reached the street, the girl looked for a quick escape route.
“This way,” Luke stated, dragging the other two behind him.
The girl found herself standing in a garage with a very dirty mechanic standing in front of her.
“Cooter, can we borrow your truck?” Bo questioned as the man looked at them in curiosity.
“Sure thing, Bo. But can I ask you one question?” he replied.
“No time, Cooter we gotta go,” Luke responded as they managed to climb into the tow truck.
Once they were out on a dirt road, the teen spoke up, “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” Luke replied, turning to look at her.
“I feel like the name Larabee was a main reason for our arrest, why?”
“Well,” the dark haired man started to explain, “the only person named Larabee to pass through this county before was a revenuer. A long time ago, our Uncle Jesse and the Sheriff’s boss, JD Hogg, both were moonshine runners. Larabee was known for being the best of the best, and caught Hogg, but was unable to catch our uncle. Hogg thought it was because Larabee just never tried to catch Uncle Jesse, and decided that if Larabee ever came back through Hazzard County, he’d find a way to throw the book at him.”
“So you being caught with us just added icing to the cake,” Bo commented.
“What did he mean by probation?” she questioned.
“Me and Bo are on probation. If we’re caught with moonshine, guns, or anything else Sheriff Rosco decides is breaking our probation, we’ll be sent away for a long time,” Luke responded.
“That’s terrible,” she stated. “I bet you guys get blamed for a lot of stuff that you don’t even do.”
“You know, Luke, I think she’s one of the smartest girls to pass through Hazzard,” Bo joked.
* * *
Vin and Ezra drove slowly down the back alley, both looking around for any sign of the boys.
“From what the file reads, our lovely monikers belong to these two,” the undercover agent stated.
“What, Bo and Luke?” the tracker queried.
“Definitely,” Standish replied. “Mr. Tanner, I’m beginning to get the feeling our Mr. Larabee has a soft spot for troubled souls.”
Tanner looked at Standish as he finished his sentence, “After all, look at us.”
Vin had to admit Ezra was right. If it wasn’t for their jobs and Larabee, there would be no telling where the two would be at or what sort of trouble they would find themselves in. Larabee had lost his family and managed to save seven men’s lives, his own included. Then he’d taken in an orphan as his own, helped Ezra’s nephew get into a better line of work, and now he was adding two more to his list.
* * *
The truck pulled into the yard in front of the small farmhouse. Luke opened the passenger door and slowly climbed out, Sam and Bo following. Two people from inside the house rushed out. One was an older man and the other was a younger woman.
“What’d you boys do this time?” the older man questioned, looking at the three, who were still handcuffed.
“Rosco tried to arrest us for no good reason Uncle Jesse,” Bo declared.
“When does Rosco ever have a good reason,” Jesse responded. “Who’s this?”
“A Larabee,” Luke commented. “Rosco wasn’t thrilled with that either.”
“I bet he wasn’t. Well, let’s get you out of them handcuffs,” their uncle noted as he turned to head back in the house.
Daisy shook her head at her cousins, “Trouble follows you boys no matter where you go.”
The three followed the other two into the kitchen where Uncle Jesse met them with a pair of bolt cutters.
“I’m awfully sorry for all this trouble,” Sam stated as Jesse used the bolt cutters to remove the handcuffs.
“Don’t worry about it darlin’,” Daisy commented. “These two get into trouble with or with out an accomplice.”
* * *
“Colt and Riley?” Vin questioned as he approached the two young men.
“Yeah. Who are you?” the black haired boy questioned.
“I’m Vin, and this is my partner Ezra,” the sharpshooter responded. “We’re friends of Chris Larabee’s.”
“You know Chris?” the blonde queried.
Vin nodded his head, “He wants you to come with us.”
The two cousins shared a look and Riley nodded his head.
“Alright, we’ll go,” Riley responded.
After a few minutes, they arrived at the hospital.
“What are we doin’ here?” the blonde, Colt, questioned.
“Mr. Larabee’s daughter is currently occupying a room at this lovely establishment,” Ezra said with a hint of sarcasm as he stared at the building.
“Chris has a daughter?” Colt questioned his cousin.
Riley shrugged his shoulders and the two followed the ATF agents into the building.
* * *
“I’m gonna call Cooter and see if he can get the General back for us,” Luke stated, picking up the telephone.
“Where’d Larabee go?” Bo questioned as he walked from the living room to the kitchen.
“She needed some air. I told her the barn was a good place to go to get away from the noise,” Daisy responded.
“Noise?”
“She didn’t just need air Bo. She looked like she needed some time to think things over,” the girl replied.
“Oh,” the blonde replied as he nodded his head in understanding, and then moved toward the door.
”Where do you think you’re goin’?” his cousin questioned him.
“Thinkin’ usually works better if you have someone to talk to,” he grinned as he walked out.
Before he reached the barn, he heard the deep sigh come from within the barn hall. He looked around the corner and saw the teen sitting on a hay bale. He reached up and knocked on the wood, causing the teen to look over suddenly.
“Didn’t mean to startle ya,” he stated in a gentle tone.
“It’s okay,” she commented, as he moved to sit on the hay bale next to her.
She scooted over a little to allow him room to sit down.
“Wanna talk about it?” he questioned.
“About what?” she queried, a little confused.
“Even a simple country boy can tell when somethin’s botherin’ someone, and somethin’s bother you,” he responded. “And it just so happens I’m a very good listener.”
“Well,” she began, a little reluctant to tell a total stranger anything, but after all, Chris was once a total stranger too. “Every situation I’ve ever been in, there’s been a way out, except this one. I don’t know how I got here, or how to leave. Chris must be worried sick, and I’ve not been home a lot lately as it is. There’s a small distance growing between me and the people I care most about, and I know it’s there, but I’ve yet to try and cover the gap. Guess you could call it teenage rebellion. I would give anything to be back with them right now, and I’d change my ways in an instant. They’ve all had people they loved leave them, and I don’t want to be added to that list. I just wanna go home.”
The girl wiped the small tear from her cheek and took a deep breath. Bo placed an arm around her.
“Listen, me and Luke will do every thing we can to help you get home,” he stated, “but until we get you back with your family, you’re more than welcome to stay here with ours.”
The girl grinned and gave the man a hug, “Thanks Bo.”
She took another deep breath and the smell of home filled her nostrils. She didn’t recognize the cologne as that of any of the seven’s, but still it seemed familiar and homelike.
“Now, I bet you’re still waiting on that lunch I promised ya earlier,” he stated as they stood up.
“Sure am,” she responded as she began to follow the man back to the house.
* * *
Chris exited the room and looked at the two juveniles in front of him.
“Chris, you have to understand we didn’t do it,” Colt began, but Chris stopped him.
“I know boys and I’ll help you get out of this mess. I already have a friend of mine working on your case, but I’m afraid I can’t do much more than that, not until…” he stated as he glanced back into the hospital room.
“I didn’t know you and Sarah…” Riley started to say.
“We didn’t. I adopted her,” the man in black replied.
“Well you did good,” Colt grinned to the man. “She’s pretty.”
“Thanks Colt,” the man replied with a small grin. “You boys come on in and make yourselves comfortable. I think it best if you stay with me for a while.”
The boys followed Chris inside and were introduced to the rest of his team. Usually the teens would feel a bit uncomfortable with all the ‘authority’ figures around, but they actually felt a bit more comfortable around the ATF agents, they felt at home in the room.
* * *
The teen sat at the small kitchen table and listened as Luke played on the guitar in the living room. They were waiting on Cooter to bring in the General and then Bo and Luke were going to go and see about finding a way to get Sam home.
The girl heard a familiar tune being played from the living room, a song Vin had played on his guitar a lot. She started to sing the words to herself, “Somewhere between your heart and mine, there’s a window that I can’t see through.”
“There’s a wall so high it reaches the sky,” Bo continued singing as he walked into the kitchen, “and it’s somewhere between me and you.”
“I think Luke and me figured it out,” the blonde stated as he sat down.
“What?” she questioned.
“Before you found yourself here, what did you do?” he queried.
“Well, I was going to the store,” she stated. “Then I slid across the hood of the jeep, hit the dirt and that’s the last thing I remember. It must have knocked me unconscious.”
“Do you think if you did that again it would put you back where you belong?” Bo questioned.
“It’s a long shot, and a bit out of reality, but it’s worth a try I guess,” she responded.
“Well, nothin’s ever normal around here anyway,” he commented with a smile.
“Cooter’s here,” Luke stated as he walked in. “You ready?”
“Let’s try it,” the girl replied. “But let’s not have a crowd to watch me fall on my face.”
“Ok,” Luke grinned and opened the door. “Hey Cooter, Uncle Jesse needs you out in the barn.”
“Okay, Lucas Dukas,” the mechanic responded and headed down to the barn.
“Well, your crowd is at the barn,” Bo stated. “Let’s go.”
The three went out on the porch and looked at the car before them.
“It’s now or never, sweetheart,” Luke commented.
“Ok, well if this works,” she remarked, “thanks for everything.”
She gave the dark haired man a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Bo gave her a wink as she approached him. “If you’d have stayed here much longer I might have had to take you on a picnic,” he told her.
The teen laughed and gave the blonde a hug and kiss on the cheek also. Then she turned to look back at the car.
“Here goes everything,” she stated, then took off at a run, and leapt up, sliding across the hood of the car.
She went flying over the side and both Bo and Luke ran over to see if she had hit the dirt, but she wasn’t there.
“Looks like she went home,” Luke said with a confused smile. “In a strange unreal sorta way,” he added.
“Yep,” Bo commented. “Although, I think she would have been fun to have around.”
Luke shook his head at his cousin and turned to go back inside, “I’m gonna call Enos, tell him her dad picked her up, so he don’t come lookin’ for her.”
”Alright, I’ll go tell Uncle Jesse,” Bo remarked, then turned and headed for the barn.
* * *
The teen slowly opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling tiles. She recognized those ceiling tiles; I’m in a hospital room.
“Hey, she’s awake,” an unrecognizable voice stated quietly.
Two faces appeared before her, and their hair seemed oddly familiar.
“Bo? Luke?” she questioned in a raspy voice.
“No, I’m Riley, and this is my cousin, Colt,” the dark haired one replied. “But we have been called Bo and Luke before.”
“Where’s Chris?” Sam questioned as she began to sit up.
“Take it easy,” Colt stated, then turned around and called for Chris.
Larabee entered from the hallway and rushed over to the bedside. “Nice of you to join us,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Thought I would ask why you involved yourself in my case,” Sam stated jokingly as she recognized the two boys from her file.
“Long story, I’ll explain later,” the leader replied as he held the girl’s hand.
“Chris, I’m sorry,” she began.
“Sorry for what?”
“Not being around lately,” she commented. “I’m gonna do better though, I promise. I’ll find a way to make more time with you guys and spend less on work.”
“That’s our fault as well. We’ve had a lot of cases the past couple of months, but we’re gonna lighten our load, and spend more time together as a family,” the man in black replied, then gave the girl a hug.
One week later:
Travis stood outside the Larabee ranch and watched as the two juveniles worked at mending a bad spot in the fence.“Thanks again Orin, for getting those two cut loose,” Larabee stated.
“No problem Chris,” the older man replied. “After all, I knew when you told me the story that you had a greater plan for them after they were released.”
“Bein’ ranch hands kinda suit them don’t it,” the man in black responded with a smirk.
“They’re better spending time here than out on the street. You have a way with turning things around for people.”
Larabee just nodded his head and watched as Sam approached with two glasses of tea.
“Hey, Mr. Travis,” she greeted.
“Hey, and how are you today?”
“Good, although playin’ maid to everyone lately is takin’ its toll,” she joked.
“I think you enjoy it,” Chris remarked.
“Maybe just a little,” she smiled.
“Have you told JD what you dreamed about while you were in the hospital?” the man in black questioned.
“No, but the suspense is killing him,” she replied. “He bugs me about it everyday.”
“What did you dream about?” Travis queried.
“Well, strange as it is, what with Chris and Buck always joking about Vin and Ezra being Bo and Luke Duke, and then us watching the show almost every night, I dreamed myself into the Dukes of Hazzard realm. But I didn’t know them, like I’d never seen the show or something, but when I woke up I remembered it all.”
“Must have been fun,” the older man remarked.
“Oh, it was,” she said with a smile. “I’m gonna take these to the boys.”
With that said the girl turned and walked over to where Colt and Riley were mending the fence.
“Here you go,” she said as she handed them the glasses.
“Thanks,” they responded simultaneously.
The teen took a deep breath and once again smelled the fragrance she had in her dream, the home-like scent she had gotten a whiff of when she hugged Bo.
“So Sam,” Colt stated, “seein’ as how we’re gonna start being around here regularly, how would you like to go on a picnic with me?”
“A picnic?” she questioned, then a fond memory made her smile. “I’d like that.”
“You know Chris,” Buck said as he approached his friend. “I think that boy is sweet on your little girl.”
Chris laughed, “Well, so long as its him or Luke, I’m not too worried. Anything happens and I have the right to beat either of them.”
Buck laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder, “I like the way you think.”
“You know Chris,” Travis stated, “you keep this up and you might have to start up an orphanage.”
“No, the ones I help usually have families of their own, they just need a place to keep them in line,” the man in black stated. “And I think me and the boys are doing a pretty good job of that.”
“Yeah,” Travis remarked. “Keep an eye on those two, if they seem fit, I’ll give Miller a call. He can use all the young people he can get.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” the man in black replied. “It’ll be good for them. It’s worked for Sam and Luke, should work for these two as well.”
THE END
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