AN: I was going to post a KR playlist on my livejournal the other night, when something happened and my whole post got dumped. I was going to redo it, but then I got the idea--why not write a drabble or short-short for each song?

AN 2: KR and all related characters belong to Mr. Larson and Universal. I'm just borrowing them.

AN 3: This is a tag for 'Knight of the Phoenix.'

1. I'll Be There
(Weekend Players, Pursuit of Happiness)

When an ill wind blows
And all hope goes
And only heaven knows
Which way to go
To share the heavy load
Down the long and winding road
And when the sky falls in
And you don't know where you've been or going to

I'll be there for you
I'll be, be there
I'll be there for you
I'll be, be there

As Devon hurried up to the Millston Memorial emergency room entrance, the doors parted before him like the waves of the Red Sea. A quick glance at the crowded room informed him that Bonnie was not in sight, so he made his way to the desk where a tall African-American nurse was helping an older woman fill out a form.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, raising his voice slightly to be heard over a crying baby. "I need to find out--"

The nurse sized him up with a trained eye, and after a moment, she nodded to him over the older woman's head. "Please have a seat, and we'll be with you in just a moment."

He realized she must have decided that since he wasn't bleeding or showing any obvious signs of distress, he could wait. "Oh, no, I'm not in need of treatment," he began. "I came to--"

"Devon!"

At the sound of his name, he turned to see FLAG's newest member--the pretty young engineer, Bonnie Barstow--walking swiftly toward him. Poor girl, it's a trial by fire, he thought as he watched her draw nearer.

"Bonnie, there you are." He took her hands into his own. "How is he?"

The young woman linked her arm through Devon's, and he noticed that she was trembling. "He's over here," Bonnie explained, moving toward a corner of the ER that was oddly quiet after the hubbub of the main room. "KITT got him here just in time."

Relief washed over Devon in a warm wave. "Thank God. I'd hate to think that this is over before it began."

Bonnie stopped in her tracks and let go of Devon's arm. "What?"

He closed his eyes briefly and sighed. "I didn't mean that the way it sounded." He opened his eyes to see Bonnie frowning at him. "Please forgive me; I didn't mean to sound so callous."

Her expression softened. "I know. I was so scared when KITT called me. I got here as fast as I could."

Devon smiled and patted her hand. "Take my advice and get used to it now, my girl. This won't be the last time we meet like this."

They approached a set of double doors where a uniformed police officer awaited them. "Sir, I need to see some ID, please," said the policeman. Devon flashed his FLAG ID, and the policeman held open the swinging door for them.

On the hospital bed in front of them laid the lanky frame of a man, blanketed to the waist and sporting a tight white bandage over one shoulder. His eyes opened to aquamarine slits at the sound of their footsteps, and despite the livid purple welts on his handsome face, he smiled gingerly.

"Hi, guys," said Michael, his words showing the aftereffects of painkillers. "Fancy meeting you here."

Like a terrified parent after snatching a precocious child from harm's way, Devon felt a strong impulse to give Michael a good verbal thrashing, but refrained. Not for the first time in the past two weeks, Devon thought of his old friend, who had entrusted the Knight legacy to this young stranger. Wilton, are you sure you knew what you were doing?

Before Devon could say anything, Bonnie ruffled Michael's mop of curls. "Shut up and go back to sleep, you big yo-yo."

Michael smirked. "Yes ma'am," he drawled, his eyes already closing. Within two heartbeats, he was sound asleep.

Devon pulled away to retrieve a chair and offered it to Bonnie. She sank into the chair without a word, her eyes focused on the man in the bed, who was beginning to snore gently.

"I'll be right back," murmured Devon, and slipped out a side door.

Sure enough, a long, low black shadow was parked outside, as close to the door as possible. Devon patted the slick, smooth hood. "Hello, KITT."

The red scanner lights flicked worriedly. "Hello Mr. Miles. Is Michael all right?"

"Yes," Devon reassured him. "The doctors say that your quick action saved his life."

"That's good. I'd hate to have this end before it began." The scanner swished for a moment in silence. "He's...special."

Devon smiled. "I know."

--End--