Words cannot describe how bored I am. There's a crazy flu going around my school, and I just thought, "Hey, what if KITT got sick? I mean, he's a car, but considering the suspension of disbelief the rest of the show relies on…" And then this happened. Please forgive continuity/canon/spelling/grammar errors, as I am my own beta, message me if they are unbearable.

Original series. No specific season, but Bonnie is KITT's mechanic. Sick!KITT. Hints of Bonnie/Michael. This is entirely fluff. And I don't own Knight Rider. Does anybody nowadays? It's more than 30 years old...

Anyway, let's start this up.


"I'm just saying, Bon Jovi is a better guitarist than Vivaldi was a violinist," Michael said as he and his trusty steel steed rocketed down the empty highway with "Livin' On A Prayer" blasting through the radio.

"I cannot decide which is more appalling: that obnoxious music you listen to constantly or your incomprehensible fascination with it," KITT mumbled in reply. "I'm not programmed to critique 'art'-" Michael picked up on the sarcastic wavering of the module's voice- "but I find the radio waves most unpleasant and erratic."

"That is good ol' fashioned rock 'n roll, pal," Michael chided, "and even Bonnie can't write a program good enough to help you understand it." The two were silent for a few minutes and let the music do the talking. Michael had half a mind that KITT was actually taking in the music and laughed to himself as he imagined his scanner pulsating to the beat of the song. But he knew better than that.

The radio snapped off abruptly. Before Michael had a chance to protest, KITT chimed in as usual. "Devon's calling." Seconds later, Devon's face appeared on the screen.

"Michael?"

"Yes, Devon?" Michael replied, letting KITT take control so he could look at the monitor. Devon looked annoyed. Well, more so than usual.

"Michael, I'm afraid I have some bad news," he grumbled. "Our Mobile Unit has just broken down. Obviously, that means we'll have to use some other form of transportation to get to the conference tomorrow." He paused, looking in vain for some sort of reaction from Michael. "You do remember the conference? The Conference on Crime and Law in Chicago? The conference which we will be representing FLAG and receiving an award for our work with KITT? For goodness sakes, Michael, I told you about it weeks ago!"He merely shrugged, and Devon sighed.

"Well, driving will take too long. We'll have to fly. And that includes you, KITT."

"Forgive me, Devon, but as I have said before, if cars were meant to fly, they'd have wings," he replied curtly.

"The conference is hundreds of miles away; it would take days to drive that far! And the conference is tomorrow! We don't have time for your uppity attitude, KITT."

"To be fair, Devon," Michael interjected. "KITT is a heck of a lot faster than other cars. We could make the drive in a matter of hours. You and Bonnie could catch a red-eye flight, and KITT and I'll meet you there."

"I'm inclined to agree," the car added. Devon scratched his head. "Well, alright. But KITT, you'd better put the pedal to the metal. I'll see you two there. 9 o'clock in the lobby of the hotel." He signed off.

"Thank you, Michael," KITT said. "I simply cannot stand flying. I get enough of it when we turbo boost."

"Sure thing, buddy," Michael responded. "A nice long road trip is the perfect way for us to spend some time together!"

"It certainly is."

"And I can introduce you to all the best rock songs ever recorded!" Michael exclaimed.

"On second thought…" Michael laughed at his friend's guile and switched KITT to auto before drifting off to sleep.


When he woke up, a steady yet light rain was falling and wind buffeted KITT's hard body. Michael sat quietly with his eyes closed for a few moments, listening to the quiet hum of KITT's engines. They brought a smile to his lips.

"Michael? Are you awake?" KITT whispered. Michael nodded and adjusted himself in his seat, then switched to manual mode. "We close?" He asked.

"Only a few blocks away," he stated matter-of-factly. "Just turn right at the next light. Michael signaled and started to drift into the turn lane, but KITT suddenly cried out, "No! Left, sorry!" But it was too late to change lanes, so they just played it safe and took the right.

This perplexed Michael. KITT never made mistakes. But he didn't call attention to it, not wanting to embarrass his perfectionist pal, and instead made a U-turn and found the hotel himself. KITT was quiet the whole time.

They parked in the garage across the street from the hotel. As soon as he opened the door, Michael was assaulted with the brutally cold lakefront winds characteristic of the city. He shivered and rubbed his arms against the biting gale.

"Boy, this city is every bit as windy and cold as everyone says," he remarked.

"Easy for you to say. You've been napping in my climate-controlled interior for the past 3 hours! I, on the other hand, have practically frozen my tailpipe off!" Michael chuckled and patted KITT's hood. Despite the car's claims, it felt slightly warm to his touch.

Michael put on his ComLink before leaving KITT alone, but it was merely a force of habit and he didn't expect any danger. "Sit tight, I'm gonna check in."

The hotel was packed with official looking businessmen and women who must've been there for the conference. Waiting in line to check in took a hefty 20 minutes, which Michael spent playing chess with (and losing to) KITT over the ComLink.

Finally, Michael made it to the receptionist, a pretty, short brunette with a floral scarf tied around her neck.

"Name?" she requested.

"Michael Knight. I'm here for the crime conference? I'm with the Foundation for Law and Government."

"Knight, Knight, Knight," she mumbled, checking her records. "Ah! Here you are. You are also traveling with a Ms. Barstow and a Mr. Miles, is that correct?"

"Sure is," Michael smiled.

"I'm terribly sorry, sir," the receptionist began. "But it seems we've overbooked for the conference this weekend. Originally, you booked three rooms, but I'm afraid you'll have to manage with two. If that is unsatisfactory, I can comp you a night at a neighboring hotel. Again, I'm so sorry-"

"Don't sweat it, sweetheart," Michael cut in with his suave charm. He flashed a wide smile and agreed to the new arrangement, thinking of all the combinations for their rooms tonight.

Let's see. I room with Devon and Bonnie gets a room to herself. That could get ugly. Maybe Devon and Bonnie share and I go alone? That doesn't seem right either. Or I could share with Bonnie and Devon gets a room to himself. Hmm. That could work.

He raised the ComLink to his mouth. "KITT, what time is it?"

"9:23 PM central time," came the immediate reply.

"And what time does Bonnie and Devon's flight land?"

"10:14. They should be here by midnight. I trust you are going to enjoy another nap before they arrive?"

"You betcha, partner," Michael said, heading up the stairs to his room on the 3rd floor. He was about to turn off his ComLink when he heard a strange noise come from it. He could've sworn it sounded like a computerized sneeze, but he dismissed it as static interference and was no sooner in his room than asleep in the bed.


This was a load of fun to write. Next chapter coming by the weekend, if not tomorrow!