These stories were all written for a challenge that paired characters with a color prompt. There are 5 stories for each character/prompt combination.
Devon/blue
Bonnie/yellow
Michael/red
EDIT 09/23/14 – I realized I never posted the last set of these. Added the last Bonnie/yellow prompt and all of the Michael/red prompts.
Summaries:
Chapter 1: Charmer - Devon/baby blue
Devon meets a good friend for the first time.
Chapter 2: Montserrat- Devon/turquoise
Devon's in love, but he's also in a dangerous occupation.
Chapter 3: Cerulean - Devon/cerulean
Michael's in trouble - he just doesn't know if Devon knows it yet.
Chapter 4: Phoenix - Devon/indigo
Devon finds a piece of the past while cleaning out his files.
Chapter 5: All Manner of Things Thought While Lying on the Floor - Devon/navy.
Lying on the floor leaves Devon with a little too much time to think.
Chapter 6: Jaundice - Bonnie/jaundice
Bonnie finds that certain things have come back to haunt her.
Chapter 7: Mating Rituals - Bonnie/blonde
Kitt's a little confused.
Chapter 8: Job Description - Bonnie/amber
Sometimes repairs can be tricky.
Chapter 9: Spare Parts - Bonnie/canary
Bonnie needs a replacement part.
Chapter 10: Shaking Things Up - Bonnie/golden
A minor earthquake leaves Bonnie and Michael stuck in the lab.
Chapter 11:Ornaments - Michael/caramine
Michael's having a tough Christmas.
Chapter 12: Glow - Michael/scarlet
Bonnie needs to take a break and Michael has the perfect suggestion (M/B).
Chapter 13: Pretty Face - Michael/ginger
Michael contemplates his relationships (Angst, M/B, M/S, M/A).
Chapter 14: Splatter - Michael/crimson
Michael is shot and mesmerized by the damage.
Chapter 15: Anniversaries - Michael/ruby
Michael's lying in the dirt in the middle of the desert and Kitt can't fathom why.
Title: Charmer
Author: knightshade
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Knight Rider characters, I just play with them. Universal is keeper of the rights.
Author's Notes: This was written forthe LJ colorificchallenge community. Thank you toMitch Knightsfor the beta read. This story takes place pre-series.
Charmer
"Don't bat those baby blues at me, Devon Miles," Maggie Flynn chided, giving the man a glare out of the corner of her eye as they hurried down the hallway toward her office.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Madame Senator."
"Maggie." She was getting tired of repeating that. Did he have to be so formal? But she could tell by the slight up-turn at the corners of his mouth that he knew exactly what she meant. So maybe not so formal. "I've been warned about you."
"Oh really? And what, pray tell have you heard?"
"According to Former Senator Hammond, you're something of a used car salesman." Of course Harold hadn't quite put it that way - she was paraphrasing.
Devon bristled and stopped short in the hallway. "I assure you, Madame, that the Foundation for Law and Government is a reputable organization with an exemplary record of charitable works," he sputtered, a reddish hue creeping up from under his collar.
"Oh, I don't doubt it," she said, waving her hand dismissively and carrying on down the hallway. "But I get the feeling that you could charm the habit off a nun."
She glanced over her shoulder to see that he was still standing there gaping after her. She almost felt guilty. But Maggie was a firm believer that too much decorum was bad for a person, and Devon Miles was exhibit one. "You're far too serious and I don't have all day. Come on. You didn't leave me all those voice mails to get scared off that easily."
"I wasn't 'scared off', Mad – er, Maggie. I simply felt that the Foundation's reputation was being impugned."
"Not at all. I've been around the block a few times. I know how the game is played. A new senator gets elected and all the special interest groups send out their lobbyists to butter her up."
"I'm not a lobbyist. I'm the Foundation's Executive Director."
"I know. Why do you think I agreed to meet with you personally?"
"And here I thought it was my charming personality," he deadpanned.
There was hope for him yet, Maggie thought as she fished in her purse for her keys. "You piqued my curiosity. Since you aren't a lobbyist, I have to ask, what is it that you want, Devon?"
"I'd like to sit down with you and discuss the Foundation. Let you know about some of our causes. Perhaps over dinner?"
She eyed him playfully. "Is that a meeting or a date?"
"A meeting," he said, color rising in his cheeks again.
Maggie tilted her head. "Pity." She fitted her key into the lock and pushed open her office door.
Devon just stared after her looking like he was afraid her office was some den of iniquity. He was too easy. It wasn't even sporting – like shooting fish in a barrel. "I'm kidding, Devon. Come in. I don't bite." He looked at her a bit warily. "I will throw a barb or two your way, but feel free to throw them right back."
"Fair enough." He didn't exactly look convinced, but he crossed the threshold into her office anyway.
She sat behind her desk and gestured to the chair across from it. As he took a seat, she took the opportunity to size him up. He certainly wasn't hard on the eyes. He was perhaps a few years older than she was – probably in his late fifties – and impeccably dressed. His hair was a mix of silver and sandy-brown, and his eyes were so blue they were practically criminal. It was enough to catch her attention. She'd only been trying to throw him off balance with her comment about dinner, but sitting here, she decided she wouldn't be adverse to the idea. "So I still don't think I quite understand what you want from me. What does a charitable foundation want with a senator?"
"We've worked with Senator Hammond in the past to introduce bills."
"Oh? Which ones?"
Devon leaned forward and steeped his fingers in front of his chin. "They're mostly related to the rights of crime victims and other issues in the realm of criminal justice."
"I see. And you're looking to work with me?"
"Ideally, yes."
"I'd be happy to have my staff look over any proposals you might have." Once she had her staff in place, that was. It had been a whirlwind since the election.
"In the past, Senator Hammond has graciously agreed to speak at some of our fundraisers and events."
She raised an eyebrow. "Ah. And you'd like me to do the same?"
"Only if you're comfortable with that arrangement. The Foundation was founded on the principle that one person, each person, can make a difference. That no one is above the law and everyone deserves justice. And we, I, am willing to do whatever it takes to help further that cause. Based on the way you ran your campaign, you're also a firm believer in the rights of the people. We've found that it's useful to form allegiances with others who share our aims."
The man did his homework. And she was intrigued. Maggie liked his gumption and she was still impressed that he'd come personally – he was a cut above the slimy lobbyists who'd been sniffing around the office since she'd taken her seat in the Senate. "You've got my attention. I have a meeting in a few minutes, but I'd like to hear more."
He smiled and tilted his head a little. "Then I won't take up any more of your time today. I'll call your assistant and set up a suitable dinner meeting."
"You'd better not stand me up, Mr. Miles," she warned with a grin.
"I wouldn't dream of it, Madame Senator."
"Maggie. I look forward to it."
He nodded his head and then rose, took her hand, and kissed it. "Good day, Maggie."
Maggie watched as he turned and left the office. She had to actually tear her thoughts away from dinner to prepare for her meeting.
My, he was a charmer, she thought.
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-knightshade
November 6, 2005