(These cars/characters are not mine. They are copyrighted to their original creators)
KITT and his partner, Michael, were returning back to the Foundation Mobile Unit. They had a hard day of crime fighting, which they won victoriously. KITT needed a thorough check up on his circuitry from all the turbo boosting they had to do. He felt run down.
Michael was just as tired. He did a lot of running and fighting himself, and he needed a nice long rest. He has been wanting a vacation for a while now, and he decided to ask Devon once again for one, in hopes of actually being able to have it without interruption.
They got back to the semi.
"Devon, can I PLEASE have this vacation?! I need a rest! Every time I ask, I always have to go back on duty, and I am really tired!" Michael said, leaning on a chair.
"Yes, Michael," Devon said in his British accent. "Take all the time you need, preferably no more than 2 weeks." He took a sip of tea.
"Thanks Devon!"
"No problem. Enjoy your time off! It is very well deserved."
Michael happily walked over to where Bonnie was, repairing any damages Michael might have done to KITT.
"How is everything?" Michael asked, looking over her shoulder, trying to make conversation.
"Everything is fine. Nothing wrong that can't be fixed." Bonnie said, not bothering to look up at Michael from inside KITT's hood. He smiled, aware that that would happen. Bonnie finished up and shut the hood.
"Thanks, Bonnie," the black trans am said.
"No problem, KITT," Bonnie said with a smile. She turned to Michael. "He is all yours. Please don't do anything crazy with him during your vacation!" she said boldly.
"I don't intend to!" Michael said with a grin on his face and hands in the air. He gave her a kiss on the head and jumped into the driver seat. He waved to both Devon and Bonnie, and drove out from the semi.
***
"Well, we are off to the beach, finally!" Michael said to KITT.
"It sure does feel good to have a break," KITT said.
"Let's hope it stays that way, buddy," Michael said, looking at the TV on the dash, where Devon usually pops up on when he calls. He took a deep breath.
"What's the matter, Michael?" The car asked, sensing the sigh.
"Nothin' pal. Just preparing myself for the long awaited vacation. Two weeks of fun in the sun, girls in bikinis, waves. It's gonna be great!"
"Let's hope we GET there first!"
As they went down the road, a two-toned Plymouth Fury came driving past KITT. To KITT and Michael, it was just another car, that is till it turned around and started following them. After a few of minutes, and a few turns, Michael got worried.
"KITT, how long has this car been following us?" Michael said, looking out the back window.
"It's been there for 7 minutes, Michael." KITT replied.
"Who is inside?"
"You won't believe it," KITT said after a few moments.
"Don't tell me Devon is following us!" Michael joked.
"No, Michael. Nobody is driving that vehicle."
"You're kidding."
"No, I am not."
Michael pulled KITT over to the side, and got out. The red Fury did the same, but no one came out. He walked over to the side of the Fury and looked in. KITT was right. There was nobody. Michael was confused. He knew of only two cars in the world who could operate by themselves., one which he was driving, and the other one, KITT's prototype, KARR, which they destroyed. Michael walked back to his car. He then heard music coming from the Fury, and turned and looked at it. The car slowly backed up. The engine revved and it sped towards Michael. Michael jumped across the hood of KITT to get out of the way.
The Fury then spun back around and drove up to KITT's nose. Then it began blinking it's headlights.
"Oh dear," KITT said.
The Fury started beeping.
"Hi Christine. I'm the Knight Industries 2000. You could call me KITT. But why did you try to run over Michael?" KITT said, understanding the beeping. Michael peered from the side of KITT. Christine beeped again.
"Thank you. But you didn't answer my question," KITT said again.
Christine beeped once more.
"Ok. Nice meeting you!" KITT said. The Fury drove off. "That was interesting."
"Cars have their own language?" Michael said astonished. He walked back to the driver side.
"Not really. Usually cars don't have a mind of their own, but I sensed something in her beeping. I broke it down and made words."
"Well, what did she say?"
"She thought I was cute."
"How sweet," Michael smirked. He loved teasing KITT like that. "She has a crush on you!"
"Very funny!" KITT said sarcastically. Michael laughed. "But she wouldn't answer why she almost ran you over. She said she had to go and drove off."
"It musta been an accident. I'm alright, pal."
"Alright."
"Now let's get down to the beach!"
***
The rest of the day Michael walked around the beach, flirting with a few girls he passed by. KITT stayed parked in the distance. Cars were not allowed to go past a point, and although KITT was different, the rule applied to him too. He sat watching Michael go from girl to the water to a girl again. He wondered to himself why Michael was with so many girls. He wondered if he was human, would he be like Michael, or just have one girl of his own. Those thoughts didn't last long. He didn't care about females in that way. He had no reason to.
Little did he know was that Christine was parked out of his range, but was watching him.
Michael retired from the day and walked back to KITT, kicking golden sand everywhere.
"Ready to get to a motel?"
"Sure" KITT responded. He opened the door for Michael. Michael hopped in.
They drove down the road towards the motel, when they saw the Fury. As she swerved around a car, she slammed into a hill. KITT was shocked.
"Oh dear!" KITT said. Michael pulled over to the smashed Fury. He jumped out and ran to the driver side, seeing if anyone was inside. "I wonder why she did that?" KITT asked.
"I don't know, KITT. Beats me. But no one was inside, so that is a plus." Michael said in amazement.
KITT scanned her. There was no response from any of her instruments.
"I'm sorry, KITT," Michael said sympathetically.
"Well, I guess it was her time. But I am still stumped about why she did that."
"I don't know. I am stumped too. There is nothing we could do."
***
They got to the small motel. Michael checked in while KITT was parked in front of the room. His scanner was moving slowly, and Michael, knowing why, put a sympathetic hand KITT's hood, staying silent.
"Thanks, Michael," KITT responded to the touch. "I'll be fine. It's not like she was a close friend or anything…" His voice trailed off. "I still feel bad."
"It's ok, pal." Michael said with a little nod. He didn't know what to say. He walked into his room, got changed, and went to sleep.
***
The morning sun crept through the windows of the tiny motel. Michael twitched, and shifted so the sun wasn't in his face. KITT, still parked there, was bored all night. He was now occupied with a game of Pac-man on his screen, and he was quite good at it, too.
To his surprise, he saw a red Fury drive down the road, with tremendous speed, but then skid to a stop. KITT woke up Michael.
"Michael!" KITT yelled. "It's her!" Michael jerked awake, and looked at his watch.
"What KITT?" Michael said rubbing his right eye with his other hand.
"It's her, the red Fury!" KITT said. Michael heard KITT's engine rev up outside, and his neighbor yell for silence.
***
Christine slowly turned around and drove up to the black t-top. She began beeping at KITT.
Michael walked outside to see if it was possible that Christine had survived her accident. To his amazement, she was in perfect condition! He also noticed that she had stopped beeping, and KITT was not responding. There was an awkward dead silence. A minute later Michael could hear faint music, and became confused. He heard the same tune the first time Christine came rushing towards him. His eyes lit up in freight as the Fury revved her engine, backed up and drove right into the motel after Michael, and drove off leaving a pile of rubble from the wall, the pillars, and part of the roof laying on top of him.
"Michael?!" KITT called. "Michael, can you hear me?"
KITT and his partner, Michael, were returning back to the Foundation Mobile Unit. They had a hard day of crime fighting, which they won victoriously. KITT needed a thorough check up on his circuitry from all the turbo boosting they had to do. He felt run down.
Michael was just as tired. He did a lot of running and fighting himself, and he needed a nice long rest. He has been wanting a vacation for a while now, and he decided to ask Devon once again for one, in hopes of actually being able to have it without interruption.
They got back to the semi.
"Devon, can I PLEASE have this vacation?! I need a rest! Every time I ask, I always have to go back on duty, and I am really tired!" Michael said, leaning on a chair.
"Yes, Michael," Devon said in his British accent. "Take all the time you need, preferably no more than 2 weeks." He took a sip of tea.
"Thanks Devon!"
"No problem. Enjoy your time off! It is very well deserved."
Michael happily walked over to where Bonnie was, repairing any damages Michael might have done to KITT.
"How is everything?" Michael asked, looking over her shoulder, trying to make conversation.
"Everything is fine. Nothing wrong that can't be fixed." Bonnie said, not bothering to look up at Michael from inside KITT's hood. He smiled, aware that that would happen. Bonnie finished up and shut the hood.
"Thanks, Bonnie," the black trans am said.
"No problem, KITT," Bonnie said with a smile. She turned to Michael. "He is all yours. Please don't do anything crazy with him during your vacation!" she said boldly.
"I don't intend to!" Michael said with a grin on his face and hands in the air. He gave her a kiss on the head and jumped into the driver seat. He waved to both Devon and Bonnie, and drove out from the semi.
***
"Well, we are off to the beach, finally!" Michael said to KITT.
"It sure does feel good to have a break," KITT said.
"Let's hope it stays that way, buddy," Michael said, looking at the TV on the dash, where Devon usually pops up on when he calls. He took a deep breath.
"What's the matter, Michael?" The car asked, sensing the sigh.
"Nothin' pal. Just preparing myself for the long awaited vacation. Two weeks of fun in the sun, girls in bikinis, waves. It's gonna be great!"
"Let's hope we GET there first!"
As they went down the road, a two-toned Plymouth Fury came driving past KITT. To KITT and Michael, it was just another car, that is till it turned around and started following them. After a few of minutes, and a few turns, Michael got worried.
"KITT, how long has this car been following us?" Michael said, looking out the back window.
"It's been there for 7 minutes, Michael." KITT replied.
"Who is inside?"
"You won't believe it," KITT said after a few moments.
"Don't tell me Devon is following us!" Michael joked.
"No, Michael. Nobody is driving that vehicle."
"You're kidding."
"No, I am not."
Michael pulled KITT over to the side, and got out. The red Fury did the same, but no one came out. He walked over to the side of the Fury and looked in. KITT was right. There was nobody. Michael was confused. He knew of only two cars in the world who could operate by themselves., one which he was driving, and the other one, KITT's prototype, KARR, which they destroyed. Michael walked back to his car. He then heard music coming from the Fury, and turned and looked at it. The car slowly backed up. The engine revved and it sped towards Michael. Michael jumped across the hood of KITT to get out of the way.
The Fury then spun back around and drove up to KITT's nose. Then it began blinking it's headlights.
"Oh dear," KITT said.
The Fury started beeping.
"Hi Christine. I'm the Knight Industries 2000. You could call me KITT. But why did you try to run over Michael?" KITT said, understanding the beeping. Michael peered from the side of KITT. Christine beeped again.
"Thank you. But you didn't answer my question," KITT said again.
Christine beeped once more.
"Ok. Nice meeting you!" KITT said. The Fury drove off. "That was interesting."
"Cars have their own language?" Michael said astonished. He walked back to the driver side.
"Not really. Usually cars don't have a mind of their own, but I sensed something in her beeping. I broke it down and made words."
"Well, what did she say?"
"She thought I was cute."
"How sweet," Michael smirked. He loved teasing KITT like that. "She has a crush on you!"
"Very funny!" KITT said sarcastically. Michael laughed. "But she wouldn't answer why she almost ran you over. She said she had to go and drove off."
"It musta been an accident. I'm alright, pal."
"Alright."
"Now let's get down to the beach!"
***
The rest of the day Michael walked around the beach, flirting with a few girls he passed by. KITT stayed parked in the distance. Cars were not allowed to go past a point, and although KITT was different, the rule applied to him too. He sat watching Michael go from girl to the water to a girl again. He wondered to himself why Michael was with so many girls. He wondered if he was human, would he be like Michael, or just have one girl of his own. Those thoughts didn't last long. He didn't care about females in that way. He had no reason to.
Little did he know was that Christine was parked out of his range, but was watching him.
Michael retired from the day and walked back to KITT, kicking golden sand everywhere.
"Ready to get to a motel?"
"Sure" KITT responded. He opened the door for Michael. Michael hopped in.
They drove down the road towards the motel, when they saw the Fury. As she swerved around a car, she slammed into a hill. KITT was shocked.
"Oh dear!" KITT said. Michael pulled over to the smashed Fury. He jumped out and ran to the driver side, seeing if anyone was inside. "I wonder why she did that?" KITT asked.
"I don't know, KITT. Beats me. But no one was inside, so that is a plus." Michael said in amazement.
KITT scanned her. There was no response from any of her instruments.
"I'm sorry, KITT," Michael said sympathetically.
"Well, I guess it was her time. But I am still stumped about why she did that."
"I don't know. I am stumped too. There is nothing we could do."
***
They got to the small motel. Michael checked in while KITT was parked in front of the room. His scanner was moving slowly, and Michael, knowing why, put a sympathetic hand KITT's hood, staying silent.
"Thanks, Michael," KITT responded to the touch. "I'll be fine. It's not like she was a close friend or anything…" His voice trailed off. "I still feel bad."
"It's ok, pal." Michael said with a little nod. He didn't know what to say. He walked into his room, got changed, and went to sleep.
***
The morning sun crept through the windows of the tiny motel. Michael twitched, and shifted so the sun wasn't in his face. KITT, still parked there, was bored all night. He was now occupied with a game of Pac-man on his screen, and he was quite good at it, too.
To his surprise, he saw a red Fury drive down the road, with tremendous speed, but then skid to a stop. KITT woke up Michael.
"Michael!" KITT yelled. "It's her!" Michael jerked awake, and looked at his watch.
"What KITT?" Michael said rubbing his right eye with his other hand.
"It's her, the red Fury!" KITT said. Michael heard KITT's engine rev up outside, and his neighbor yell for silence.
***
Christine slowly turned around and drove up to the black t-top. She began beeping at KITT.
Michael walked outside to see if it was possible that Christine had survived her accident. To his amazement, she was in perfect condition! He also noticed that she had stopped beeping, and KITT was not responding. There was an awkward dead silence. A minute later Michael could hear faint music, and became confused. He heard the same tune the first time Christine came rushing towards him. His eyes lit up in freight as the Fury revved her engine, backed up and drove right into the motel after Michael, and drove off leaving a pile of rubble from the wall, the pillars, and part of the roof laying on top of him.
"Michael?!" KITT called. "Michael, can you hear me?"