Title:
Immersion
Series: Snapshots
from 'Junkyard Dog' No.1
Author: Gumnut
Fandom:
Knight Rider
Characters: Kitt
Challenge: Elfin challenged me I
guess
Rating: PG
Summary: Michael, help me!
Word count:
563
Spoilers & warnings: Season 3
Disclaimer: Mine? You
gotta be kidding. Money? Don't have any, don't bother.
Author's
notes: Most of this is directly off the episode of Junkyard Dog. Be
patient and I will come up with more stuff, I promise
:D
Immersion
Snapshots from 'Junkyard Dog' No. 2
By
Gumnut
31 Dec 2006
"Kitt, we've got problems. Get in here!"
"Right away, Michael." Kitt hit the ignition and his wheels spun in the dirt. The barbed wire fence surrounding the waste disposal facility was little more than a blip on his scanner as he tore through it, his sensors clawing the area, fixing Michael's position and the danger the situation presented. He quickly caught sight of Fran as she struggled with one of the guards. Three others appeared from inside one of the sheds and noting their intentions Kitt darted to intercept. Cornering two of them, he made them well aware of his engine and the implications should they choose to disobey him. "Going somewhere, fellas?" He flashed his scanner at them threateningly.
He kept track of his driver, who was finishing off the man who had attacked Fran. Kitt was about to call out to him when the one guy the AI had missed suddenly decked Michael hard. Disposing of the two in front of his fender the AI moved to assist.
But with his sensors trained on his driver, assessing his condition, he failed to realise the importance of the movement off to his left. Before he could react, a tractor had him, lifting his wheels off the ground and removing any ability to manoeuvre.
"Michael!"
He vaguely heard his driver answer, but Kitt was too busy. He threw out a microjam desperately attempting to halt the tractor's progress. His sensors gave him intimate knowledge of where the tractor was trying to throw him. But the microjam had no effect. Lightning fast analysis failed to tell him why. He spun his wheels.
"Michael! Help me!"
His grappling hook shot out the back, but the unfamiliar jostling of his position caused him to miss his target of the nearest building, and the hook fell uselessly to one side. On the verge of panic, Kitt tried his turbo boost rockets, firing them repeatedly and equally ineffectually against the prongs of the behemoth that had him.
And then he was in the acid. Panic overrode everything. He knew what these chemicals were capable of, he knew what protected him and what he was capable of...the equation was simple. "Michael! Help me!"
His sensors screamed, their sensitivity equalled by their vulnerability. He called to his partner. Please. "Michael! Help me!"
"Kitt!"
Michael was there! "Michael!" His partner staggered to a stop beside the pit and Kitt realised that there was nothing the man could do. In fact he was in danger. The chemicals... "Michael!" No, stay back! "Michael!"
Michael seemed to realise this too, stumbling at the edge. "I can't, buddy, I can't."
Kitt had no purchase, no means to escape as he sunk into the mire. He was left pinning his attention on Michael as each of his external sensors shut down. Blind panic crawled into his processor and he called out to his driver again. "Michael!"
Please help me.
Seals that were supposed to be watertight began to feel the pressure. He reached out and grappled with the image of his driver, desperately clinging to the bank. "Mi-c-l." No, stay back.
Help me.
Michael.
"I'll be back, Kitt. I'll be back." As the slime crept up and over his scanner blotting out the visual spectrum, his driver left him, stumbling away, half dragged by the woman with him who couldn't understand.
Michael.
The acid hissed.
Michael.
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