Just a small thought that popped into my mind while watching Knight Rider. First part of a little three-shot.
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. (Though I would like to own KITT)

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A little Christmas Spirit
- Getting a present
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"I'm sorry, KITT," Bonnie said apologizingly, "but you have to remain here until your molecular shielding has dried."

"That's alright, Bonnie," the car said warmly. "I don't mind. Being in this garage beats last year's Christmas time: driving Michael from one Christmas party to the next, all the while 'Jingle Bells' and 'Santa Claus is coming to town' being blasted out of my loudspeakers so hard that my circuits almost fried. And he spoke of this 'Christmas spirit' every chance he got. At least now, I can, as you say, cool my audio receptors."

The woman let out a giggle. She smiled at the mental image of Michael driving windows down and singing along to different Christmas songs.

"Hah, well, this year it's Michael's turn to accompany Devon to the annual Foundation Christmas celebration. I just hope he remembers to get his tux from the cleaner's, since you aren't there to remind him."

"Indeed."

Bonnie flashed a smile before returning to her notes. She skimmed trough a few pages and nodded approvingly. "By this time tomorrow, KITT, you'll be ready to go! Hope you won't feel lonely being here all alone."

"Loneliness hasn't been programmed into my system. And, besides, I will have you to keep me company, right Bonnie?" KITT asked.

"Ah… Um… Actually…" The mechanic avoided looking at the car.

The Trans Am's voice lowered. "Bonnie…?"

"I promised to go and have dinner with a few old friends of mine from MIT," the woman said, shrugging her shoulders a bit and chewing her lips. "So… I'm slightly busy today, to be honest. Sorry."

The black car was silent, the red light slowing down ever-so-slightly.

"That's… alright. Have fun, Bonnie."

"I will, but before I go…" She whirled around to her bag and quickly rummaged through it. "… I have something for you. Ah, here!"

She held out a small box, beautifully wrapped in a red paper and decorated with a golden ribbon. To KITT, it looked like it had been bought straight from a shop, rather than hand-wrapped. (Though, later examination showed Michael's partial fingerprints on the sticky side of the tape.)

"Bonnie, what is it?" KITT inquired, driving closer.

"It's a present," the woman said, and suddenly hid it behind her back. "And no scanning it! It's meant to be a surprise when you unwrap it."

"….A present? For me?"

"Yes," Bonnie said and placed it on the driver's seat. "It was Michael's idea. Devon topped the idea and I thought it could help you pass the time. I truly hope you like it."

"Well," KITT started, "from the size of it, it can't contain a puppy or a grownup dog so I should be safe. Unless you have bought a Chihuahua."

"Can't say," the woman chuckled and winked. "But I must be on my way."

She closed the car door and walked towards the exit, grabbing her bag on the way. She twisted the door handle before glancing over her shoulder at the car.

"Now remember KITT; no scanning the present, and no leaving the garage. The conditions in here are perfect for gaining maximum shell strength." The auburn-haired mechanic had a firm look on her face, and her forefinger pointed at the black vehicle accusingly.

"Yes, Bonnie."

The woman arched and eyebrow.

"I'm not Michael."

"True, but he has had an influence on you. Now, be good. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye, Bonnie."

The lights were shut off and the door closed with a light thud.

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