Knight in a shinning armour

Hello, everyone!

I'm new around here (which means this is the first Knightrider fanfic I've ever tried, although I'm a regular in other forums...), but I really hope you like my story. I used to watch this show when I was a little child and I was so happy when it started to be aired in my country again not long ago. Talking to my sister Deyse, we agreed that this story was so much in our childhood that we kinda were part of a whole generation who grew wanting to have a car like Kitt, so here comes my try on Knightrider fanfiction.

I don't really remember if there is a real chapter sharing this title, but it just fits perfectly to what I have in mind, so I hope no one minds I'm sharing it... And if you're wondering, yes, I'm totally a shipper writer and therefore I'm a Michel-Bonnie supporter! They were so great together!! And as I know my sister loves them too, this story is for her!

Enough now for an introduction... Please, read and review!

Prologue

"I'm sorry Michel, but I just can't understand what pleasure people find in lying under the sun. Do you realize to what extent the sun can damage your skin?" the computerized voice of K.I.T.T. made Michel grin. "Sun can cause great damages to vehicles as well, like to the painting..."

"I know, pal, I know... But after working non-stop for the past three months, believe me there's nothing I want more than to lay under a palm tree shadow and leave the sun tan my skin... I promise I will use a sunblock lotion..." the young man replied, finding a secret and almost evil pleasure in teasing his friend, who always seemed to fail in understanding human pleasures.

"Then what's the use to use a sunblock lotion if what you want to feel is the sun...?" the car replied.

"I... I don't know for sure, pal..." Michel said finding himself caught in Kitt's cavilations. "I guess so you don't feel like you're burning alive..."

"Well... Devon's calling..." Kitt warned and Michel sighed. His boss had a sixth sense when it came to interrupt his vacation.

"Devon, please!"·Michel claimed before the man could even say a word. "We have agreed I could take a week off-work! I have my reservation done, sea-view room!"

"I know, Michel, and believe me, I wouldn't take you off your vacation if this wasn't extremely urgent and extraordinary..."

"Devon, it's always urgent and extraordinary!" Michel complained. "I won't give up this time!"

"Michel, this is not a common case..."

"They never are common..." he felt he would be losing anyway.

"Believe me, this time it isn't. It's Bonnie..."

That was the magic word that would make all the difference. He was determined not to lose his long awaited vacation for anybody... but she was different, certainly more important than any vacation. "What's wrong with her?"·Michel asked feeling a sensation of panic growing in his chest. She wasn't in the office with Devon and that had him immediately thinking where she could be. A million ideas crossed his mind, from an accident to a kidnap.

"She has just gotten a phone call. Her father is dead..."

Michel took a deep breath and before he knew he was hitting the brake pedal and turning back on the road. "What happened?" he dared to ask.

"He was shot. It looks like he and Bonnie's mother witnessed a murder, and the killer saw them. He shot him right in the heart. He died immediately."

Michel couldn't believe what he was hearing. He felt the pain for his friend growing fast and suddenly the road seemed too long for him to reach the FLAG house again. After a long moment of silence, he asked in a low voice. "How is she, Devon?"

"You better come back fast, Michel. She needs you, she needs us with her..." the older man replied with a concerned expression that told Michel everything he needed to know.

"On my way, Devon..." he murmured and ended the calling.