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Chapter one: The Truth
He could hear Bonnie and Devon arguing the room next to his garage.
"What were you expecting Devon? Of course he was going to act that way! you can't just send him out like that, you know how close Kitt and Michael were what were you expecting that he'll forget everything?" Bonnie said to Devon
Devon sighed " Don't you think I know Bonnie, I wish I could give him more time but the board is being impatient and they want him back to work" Devon answered.
Bonnie turned away from Devon " He needs more time Devon, less than a week is not enough" she answered, she was frustrated and angry. Kitt was just not ready to go out again.
Devon neared Bonnie placing a kind hand on her shoulder, he knew how much this affected Bonnie and knew how much this situation affected Kitt. " I'll ask for a couple more days but I can't promise, but during that time he needs to chose a permanent driver" Devon answered
Bonnie immediately turned to Devon anger in her eyes "You can't be serious you saw today it didn't go well, he's not ready for a new driver!" she harshly whispered.
He couldn't believe, it was not making any sense in his processor. The memory played over and over in his CPU but it wouldn't stick in his processor that Michael was gone.
It had been five days since Michael was killed and yet he was still denying the truth, someone he had spend twelve years, 275 days, 18 hours and 32 minutes with, vanish in seconds in front of his scanners. No he could not still believe this nightmare.
He couldn't keep hearing this argument, and without really processing what he was doing he had thrown himself in reverse just barely taking out the garage door by inches and took off. He heard Bonnie and Devon yelling his name, but he didn't bother he didn't want to look back.
The emotions that should have not been possible to feel were coursing through his circuits and had no way to let it out. A machine he had told himself for years was not capable to feel emotion, but with the help of Michael he was able to come to realization that they were there. He wished that he didn't have it at the moment. He didn't want to keep hurting the way he felt right now.
He replayed the event in his CPU, that was causing more pain to his crumbling entity. What had he done wrong? what did he forget? He checked everything over and over, why did this happen? why couldn't he have stopped this.
He gunned his engine down the deserted highway, his speed increasing 100mph...150mph...200mph and it wasn't getting any better.
The private link beep at him, he stare at it weary, he didn't want to speak to anyone. He had declined all of Bonnie's and Devon's call and he didn't think he was ready to answer Karr's either. Karr had been rebuilt by a man name Kevin and after much chasing they had agreed to join the foundation. He and Karr had gotten closer, closer than he would have ever imagine after their two encountering. But Karr had become more protective of him than Karr would ever emit to anyone.
Kitt whimpered inside his CPU. He felt abandon, although he knew Michael would have never abandoned him. But he was gone from his life so swiftly, he didn't want to let go of the memories. He didn't want to take a new driver in fear of replacing what he and Michael had, and it brought to much pain to him just to think of that. It would painfully remind him that Michael wasn't coming back, that he was not going to walk in to the garage with his goofy grin and his old "hey buddy" greeting.
The private link beeped again persistently. Karr was stubborn and wasn't going to leave him alone. Although he wanted the solitude, he wanted to grieve on his own, at the same time he wanted someone, anyone there for him.
He opened the link. yes Karr he answered neutrally.
where are you? Ms. Barstow and Mr. Miles have been trying to communicate with you for hours He answered.
I'm...just taking a drive he answered hesitantly.
Are you alright? Karr asked after a few seconds of silence, he had been careful with his wording with Kitt since Michael's death. He had watched Kitt and Michael interact for four years now and he knew how close they had been. His relationship with Kevin would not compare to the one that Michael and Kitt had. He knew it was a harsh blow to him, he could feel faintly the pain Kitt was suffering through their internal link although Kitt had it blocked since Michael's death and he knew that when Kitt finally accept that he's really gone he will be in even more pain.
......... Kitt was silent he didn't know how to answer that question. No he wasn't fine, but he didn't want to admit it.
Kitt?Karr virtually sighed in his CPU. Kitt I know what you're going through is tough but don't run away from them. You have to face the fact that...he's gone. He would not want you like this so stop running away, it wont go away no matter how fast you drive it will still be there.Karr answered. He was tired of avoiding the topic, Kitt needed to get his CPU back on track and the only way was for someone to face him with what he had been running away from the past 5 days. Yes Kitt was probably not going to talk to him for a while, but if Kitt would slowly move on then he can deal with that.
Karr please leave me alone. I don't want to talk about this.Kitt answered almost coldly.
Karr almost virtually took a step back, but needed to stop this now. No you need to face the facts stop avoiding it Kitt! He's gone move on.Karr said monotonously. He had to be strict with this topic with Kitt he couldn't keep holding his hand like Ms. Barstow, not anymore or Kitt would never move along.
Kitt was left completely speechless at Karr's words. He felt anger consume the grief that had been dominant in his circuits. I wont speak to you no more Karr. Don't contact me again.Kitt answered closed the link before Karr had any chance to answer, which was what Karr was expecting from Kitt but he atleast gave him something to think about until he cools off.
Kitt was angry, angry at Karr for saying that , although he knew that deep down his words were true. He was angry at the man who killed Michael and...and at himself for not saving him. He felt the pool of emotion swirl like a horrible concoction that he couldn't keep down. His purpose, everything his life depended on crumbled to pieces. Karr was right Michael wouldn't want to see him like this....but how was he going to pick up the pieces with his main purpose gone from existence.
Kitt returned back to the foundation, early at dawn and parked quietly in his respective space in the garage next to Karr.
Bonnie had come in the garage early in the morning checking on Kitt, talking to him, and he had answered that he needed sometime stroked his dash lovingly " I wont let Devon force you to pick someone till your ready Kitt, I'll do whatever is possible to give you the time you need." Bonnie said.
Kitt sighed in his CPU he knew he was causing Bonnie to get in trouble with Devon and Devon in trouble with the board. " No Bonnie, I will continue looking at the replacements, I do not want to delay anything anymore" he answered.
He saw the suprise in her face "Kitt are you sure?" she asked.
Was he sure? he wasn't sure, but he did not want to keep hurting what family he had left " Yes Bonnie" he answered.
Devon had heard the conversation when he came in. "Well then the first one today is James Morris he will be coming in an hour" Devon said, looking at Bonnie and then at Kitt.
"Yes Devon I'll be ready by then." he answered.
He had just ejected his last driver and was park on the side of the road in a town. He didn't want to go back just yet, he knew Devon would not be please it was his fifth driver today and he didn't like watched a couple of stray people in the deserted road walk by him, how he wished that Michael was back and he didn't have to do this.
She was tired of running, and she wanted somewhere to rest but she had no idea where she was going to find a place. She had been roaming around for days without rest, with no place and no job. Has she walked down the street right infront of her she caught interest on a black t-top. She had always loved those type of car ever since she was younger. She looked around to see if she saw its owner but there was no one on the deserted street.
"what was your owner thinking when he parked you on this street" she said out loud to herself.
She walked over to the front and she was mesmerized with the scanner on its nose. She had never seen a car with one of it. She crouched down for a better look. It had a soft swoosh that sounded almost calming to her. She was about to touch the car but for some odd reason she stopped, for some reason she felt like the car wouldn't liked her to be touching it. She straighten up and nodded her head. "Weird" she mumbled.
She was about to walk away, but turn back around to the silent car. The seventeen year old girl for some strange unknown reason to her felt sympathy for the car. It was one of those strange moments she had, like she had a sixth sense and felt grief emitting from it. She had always been strange like that since she was younger feeling things that were not their but she couldn't help it. "I hope whatever is bothering you goes away" she said, she swore she saw the the lights that had slowly swish back and forth increased in speed. But she turned away before anyone else came down the street and saw her talking to a car.
Kitt first watched the girl with little interest has she came up to him and admired him. But when she had turned back to him with a feeling that was clearly aimed for him he couldnt help but turn all his attention to the dark hair girl. When she spoke to him he was surprise, no shocked at her words. Why had she said this to him?
She kept walking but she couldn't help glance back at the mysterious car.What are you doing stop looking back you need to keep moving she scowled herself. It wasn't that long before she started walking down the street when she heard a car screech in the deserted street. She turned around and her heart nearly stopped when she saw the man that was hanging out the window with a cruel grin and a gun directly aimed at her.
She turned around and ran. A sharp pain coursed up her leg and she fell to the ground. She heard a couple of gunfire and she covered her head. Aware of a different engine growling to life, a car taking off and stopping right in front of her. Its body was turned horizontal in the street covering her from the gunshots. She heard something click open and she looked up slowly from her crouched position.
The passenger door was open.
She was shocked when she saw no one in the driving the car, but her heart almost stop when the car told her to get in.
Why did her strange sixth sense get her into strange predicaments?
Till next time!