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(Challenge #13: Escape Velocity) Keep Dreaming [Beverly Hillbillies]
Title: Keep Dreaming
Author: Apache Firecat
Fandom: Beverly Hillbillies (TV)
Rating: PG/K+
Category: M/F
Relationship(s): Jethro/Jane
Character(s): Jane, Jethro
Word Count: 1,464
Spoiler: N/A
Summary: Miss Jane's going to keep dreaming, and she hopes the Clampetts do as well.
Notes/Warnings: After all these years, my husband, who used to declare to hate the show, has gotten me hooked on it again! LOL We're falling asleep to it every night these days! So this one's for my baby! <3 :)
"AW SHUCKS AND TARNATION!"
She looked up as the young man who had been invading her every dream recently exploded through the Clampetts' mansion's doorway. His face was as dark as a thunder cloud but was slowly coloring to a much brighter shade of red. He flung his large, calloused hands out behind him, and Jane tried very hard not to think about how this hands felt on her body in her dreams. He was much too young for her. She knew she should stay away, but her very livelihood depended on her coming here on an almost daily basis. "Jethro!" his name broke free from her lips.
"Oh, howdy, Miss Jane," Jethro replied glumly, glancing up at her. His handsome face brightened even more as he realized that she had heard him carrying on.
"Are you quite all right?" Jane asked, daring to come closer. He towered above her, but in her dreams, neither his size nor youth mattered.
"Aw, I'm just plumb stupid is all!"
"Jethro Bodine? Stupid?" she repeated, incredulous. "Those words don't go together!"
"Aw, I know I'm smarter'n the rest of the family, what with my sixth grade education and all, but that don't matter a hoot! I ain't ever gonna be able to become a rocket scientist!"
So that had been the noise she had heard upon first pulling up, Jane realized. Jethro had been playing with rockets again and -- Well, she'd certainly heard the explosion, but he had come through the front door instead of the ceiling. "You've not managed to attain escape velocity yet, my dear boy? I'm certain there's someone I can -- "
"It ain't gonna do no good, Miss Jane!" Jethro exclaimed, waving his large hands again and stomping his bare feet. Only a hillbilly, she thought, would try to start a rocket to carry him into the skies beyond in nothing but tattered jeans and bare feet, but then, at least, Jethro had the intelligence and imagination to still want to climb the stars. "Why, if I did get up there, they'd just yank me back down again! Jethro, do this! Jethro, do that! You'd think I'd stay gone all the time working on my plans to become something more than some ole hillbilly from the way Granny and Uncle Jed're always after me to do chores!"
"Did you do your chores?" Jane asked slowly, cautiously.
"Shucks, Miss Jane, even you?" It was her turn to blush now. "It's not like we got any 'xact times we gotta keep any more. Out here, it don't much matter when the sun comes up or goes down."
"No, but it does to your uncle -- "
"And to Granny," Jethro murmured, rubbing his backside.
Jane pulled her gaze away. "Jethro, why don't you do your chores, and then work on your rockets?"
"It's not gonna do any good, Miss Jane -- "
"Your family, Jethro Bodine, has a way of making the impossible possible. Did anyone ever think your uncle would find oil, or that you yourself would graduate sixth grade?"
"No, ma'am, I'm the first in my family with that kinda education!"
"You can go far with that kind of education, Jethro," she encouraged, biting her bottom lip to refrain from mentioning how far his uncle's fortune could help him in whatever goals he ultimately decided to keep in his life. Jethro and Elly Mae were truly lucky, rather they realized it yet or not. With Jed's money, the sky really was the limit now for their family, and Jed and Granny were both so generous and loving, they'd not hesitate to give them anything they believed would truly help them in this life.
Jane found herself bouncing in place on the balls of her stockinged feet. The Clampetts truly were the kind of family about which she, and millions of other Americans, could only ever dream of having, or meeting. Except that they really were in her life. She truly did know at least one set of people who were remarkably generous and whose love and kindness knew no end. It was part of the reason she came here on a daily basis, even when Drysdale didn't send her. She needed these people in her life, and not just the way in which she dreamed of this husky, young man every night. She needed them to remind her that there was goodness in this world still, kindness, love, honesty, everything good that having been in the city for far too long had almost entirely robbed her of believing in before she had met them.
"I know I can, Miss Jane," Jethro said, heaving a sigh. She tried not to watch the way his muscles rippled underneath his tight, flannel shirt. "I just -- How'm I ever gonna get anywhere with those people in there?" he demanded angrily, jerking a thumb to the mansion behind him.
"Jethro, one day, you will be very thankful for those people in there." She clasped her hands together before her and then dared to venture to admit, "Perhaps even more thankful than I am to have you in my life. All of you," she hastened to add.
"All of us? Why for, Miss Jane? I know they're always causing you a heap of trouble and Mister Drysdale always stays on you like a starving alley cat on a fat mouse!"
She blushed. That was certainly one description she could have lived her entire life without hearing! But the sight of Jethro before her, actually listening to her and seeming to want and be listening to her advice, was more than enough to keep her smiling. She joyously swung her clasped hands before her as she told him, "You'll see, dear boy; one of these days, you'll see what I'm talking about. Your family is some of the best people in this whole world."
"Those dumbbells?!"
"Yes," she enthused, "those dumbbells. Those exciting, eccentric, generous individuals. The more you see of Hollywood, the more you'll see that I'm right, but in the meantime, Jethro, why don't you try starting tomorrow by going ahead and finishing your chores, and then explore your rocket ship?"
He sighed. "Okay, Miss Jane, I'll try." He ran his bare, big toe along the cold concrete of their new front porch, so different from the hard wood back home. Slowly, he raised his big, dark eyes from his own toe to Miss Jane's shining face. He'd seen loads of far prettier girls, but there was something about the way she was currently smiling that really brought out, as Granny would say, her inner beauty. She'd make a fine wife for some guy some day, just not for him. He was going to marry rich and pretty one day.
"That's a good boy!" she declared happily, clapping her hands. "And, Jethro?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Never stop dreaming," she said, and dared to kiss his cheek. Beginning to whistle with her happiness, Jane moved on indoors, leaving Jethro gingerly touching his cheek. He didn't understand it! She was older than him and plain looking for the most part, but somehow, her kiss had still left him feeling hot and bothered! He decided, quickly, on a dip in the cement pond, while Jane moved on inside.
Jane whistled happily. While she set about meeting Granny for "viddles", she realized that maybe she should take her own advice for a change. Maybe she herself should never stop dreaming. Not just Jethro but the entire Clampett clan often appeared in her sleep, and she realized that they had given her something for which she could never repay them. They had brought back hope to her, reopened her inspiration and her own imagination, and rather or not she could ever manage to pull Jethro away from all the young Hollywood beauties, Jane realized one thing: Thanks to the Clampetts, she would never again stop dreaming, even about the handsome, husky hero in her own, little, would-be Harlequin romance.
Steepling her fingers momentarily before her as Granny insisted on fetching the coffee and some leftover biscuits (truly a rarity in the Clampett household!), Miss Jane mused to herself. She had told Jethro to keep on dreaming. She truly wanted none of this wonderful, little family to ever surrender their dreams, and she constantly found ways to sabotage her boss' plans to harm them or otherwise derail their good intentions. If they all were to keep their dreams, couldn't she also, even if as a lonely spinster to their mindsets, keep her own? She heard a Tarzan bellow somewhere out on the grounds and smiled to herself even as Jethro hit the cold water. Yes, surely, she could keep her dreams -- at least for now, until the next pretty, little, young thing came and twisted her lovely boy's vision away.
The End
Author: Apache Firecat
Fandom: Beverly Hillbillies (TV)
Rating: PG/K+
Category: M/F
Relationship(s): Jethro/Jane
Character(s): Jane, Jethro
Word Count: 1,464
Spoiler: N/A
Summary: Miss Jane's going to keep dreaming, and she hopes the Clampetts do as well.
Notes/Warnings: After all these years, my husband, who used to declare to hate the show, has gotten me hooked on it again! LOL We're falling asleep to it every night these days! So this one's for my baby! <3 :)
"AW SHUCKS AND TARNATION!"
She looked up as the young man who had been invading her every dream recently exploded through the Clampetts' mansion's doorway. His face was as dark as a thunder cloud but was slowly coloring to a much brighter shade of red. He flung his large, calloused hands out behind him, and Jane tried very hard not to think about how this hands felt on her body in her dreams. He was much too young for her. She knew she should stay away, but her very livelihood depended on her coming here on an almost daily basis. "Jethro!" his name broke free from her lips.
"Oh, howdy, Miss Jane," Jethro replied glumly, glancing up at her. His handsome face brightened even more as he realized that she had heard him carrying on.
"Are you quite all right?" Jane asked, daring to come closer. He towered above her, but in her dreams, neither his size nor youth mattered.
"Aw, I'm just plumb stupid is all!"
"Jethro Bodine? Stupid?" she repeated, incredulous. "Those words don't go together!"
"Aw, I know I'm smarter'n the rest of the family, what with my sixth grade education and all, but that don't matter a hoot! I ain't ever gonna be able to become a rocket scientist!"
So that had been the noise she had heard upon first pulling up, Jane realized. Jethro had been playing with rockets again and -- Well, she'd certainly heard the explosion, but he had come through the front door instead of the ceiling. "You've not managed to attain escape velocity yet, my dear boy? I'm certain there's someone I can -- "
"It ain't gonna do no good, Miss Jane!" Jethro exclaimed, waving his large hands again and stomping his bare feet. Only a hillbilly, she thought, would try to start a rocket to carry him into the skies beyond in nothing but tattered jeans and bare feet, but then, at least, Jethro had the intelligence and imagination to still want to climb the stars. "Why, if I did get up there, they'd just yank me back down again! Jethro, do this! Jethro, do that! You'd think I'd stay gone all the time working on my plans to become something more than some ole hillbilly from the way Granny and Uncle Jed're always after me to do chores!"
"Did you do your chores?" Jane asked slowly, cautiously.
"Shucks, Miss Jane, even you?" It was her turn to blush now. "It's not like we got any 'xact times we gotta keep any more. Out here, it don't much matter when the sun comes up or goes down."
"No, but it does to your uncle -- "
"And to Granny," Jethro murmured, rubbing his backside.
Jane pulled her gaze away. "Jethro, why don't you do your chores, and then work on your rockets?"
"It's not gonna do any good, Miss Jane -- "
"Your family, Jethro Bodine, has a way of making the impossible possible. Did anyone ever think your uncle would find oil, or that you yourself would graduate sixth grade?"
"No, ma'am, I'm the first in my family with that kinda education!"
"You can go far with that kind of education, Jethro," she encouraged, biting her bottom lip to refrain from mentioning how far his uncle's fortune could help him in whatever goals he ultimately decided to keep in his life. Jethro and Elly Mae were truly lucky, rather they realized it yet or not. With Jed's money, the sky really was the limit now for their family, and Jed and Granny were both so generous and loving, they'd not hesitate to give them anything they believed would truly help them in this life.
Jane found herself bouncing in place on the balls of her stockinged feet. The Clampetts truly were the kind of family about which she, and millions of other Americans, could only ever dream of having, or meeting. Except that they really were in her life. She truly did know at least one set of people who were remarkably generous and whose love and kindness knew no end. It was part of the reason she came here on a daily basis, even when Drysdale didn't send her. She needed these people in her life, and not just the way in which she dreamed of this husky, young man every night. She needed them to remind her that there was goodness in this world still, kindness, love, honesty, everything good that having been in the city for far too long had almost entirely robbed her of believing in before she had met them.
"I know I can, Miss Jane," Jethro said, heaving a sigh. She tried not to watch the way his muscles rippled underneath his tight, flannel shirt. "I just -- How'm I ever gonna get anywhere with those people in there?" he demanded angrily, jerking a thumb to the mansion behind him.
"Jethro, one day, you will be very thankful for those people in there." She clasped her hands together before her and then dared to venture to admit, "Perhaps even more thankful than I am to have you in my life. All of you," she hastened to add.
"All of us? Why for, Miss Jane? I know they're always causing you a heap of trouble and Mister Drysdale always stays on you like a starving alley cat on a fat mouse!"
She blushed. That was certainly one description she could have lived her entire life without hearing! But the sight of Jethro before her, actually listening to her and seeming to want and be listening to her advice, was more than enough to keep her smiling. She joyously swung her clasped hands before her as she told him, "You'll see, dear boy; one of these days, you'll see what I'm talking about. Your family is some of the best people in this whole world."
"Those dumbbells?!"
"Yes," she enthused, "those dumbbells. Those exciting, eccentric, generous individuals. The more you see of Hollywood, the more you'll see that I'm right, but in the meantime, Jethro, why don't you try starting tomorrow by going ahead and finishing your chores, and then explore your rocket ship?"
He sighed. "Okay, Miss Jane, I'll try." He ran his bare, big toe along the cold concrete of their new front porch, so different from the hard wood back home. Slowly, he raised his big, dark eyes from his own toe to Miss Jane's shining face. He'd seen loads of far prettier girls, but there was something about the way she was currently smiling that really brought out, as Granny would say, her inner beauty. She'd make a fine wife for some guy some day, just not for him. He was going to marry rich and pretty one day.
"That's a good boy!" she declared happily, clapping her hands. "And, Jethro?"
"Yes, ma'am?"
"Never stop dreaming," she said, and dared to kiss his cheek. Beginning to whistle with her happiness, Jane moved on indoors, leaving Jethro gingerly touching his cheek. He didn't understand it! She was older than him and plain looking for the most part, but somehow, her kiss had still left him feeling hot and bothered! He decided, quickly, on a dip in the cement pond, while Jane moved on inside.
Jane whistled happily. While she set about meeting Granny for "viddles", she realized that maybe she should take her own advice for a change. Maybe she herself should never stop dreaming. Not just Jethro but the entire Clampett clan often appeared in her sleep, and she realized that they had given her something for which she could never repay them. They had brought back hope to her, reopened her inspiration and her own imagination, and rather or not she could ever manage to pull Jethro away from all the young Hollywood beauties, Jane realized one thing: Thanks to the Clampetts, she would never again stop dreaming, even about the handsome, husky hero in her own, little, would-be Harlequin romance.
Steepling her fingers momentarily before her as Granny insisted on fetching the coffee and some leftover biscuits (truly a rarity in the Clampett household!), Miss Jane mused to herself. She had told Jethro to keep on dreaming. She truly wanted none of this wonderful, little family to ever surrender their dreams, and she constantly found ways to sabotage her boss' plans to harm them or otherwise derail their good intentions. If they all were to keep their dreams, couldn't she also, even if as a lonely spinster to their mindsets, keep her own? She heard a Tarzan bellow somewhere out on the grounds and smiled to herself even as Jethro hit the cold water. Yes, surely, she could keep her dreams -- at least for now, until the next pretty, little, young thing came and twisted her lovely boy's vision away.
The End