Circus Knight
"Michael, jump!"
Kitt knew it was only the fear in his voice that made Michael obey as fast as he did, and even that wasn't fast enough. The bomb went off as soon as Kitt's front tires hit the ground, while Michael was still in the air. Kitt watched in horror as his driver and friend was engulfed in flames before slamming into the ground and rolling about ten feet away from Kitt. The Trans-Am gunned the engine and pulled up beside Michael's prone form just as the rest of the circus performers got there. Devon and Bonnie were already kneeling beside him. Devon was saying something that Kitt couldn't make out.
His scanners were focused solely on Michael, trying to get a decent view through all the people in his way so he could run a medical diagnosis. He knew Michael was alive. While there was enough all-around mayhem to alarm Kitt, no one was reacting in the way they would if there was any reason to suspect the man was dead. On the other hand, Michael could be seriously injured, and Kitt didn't know how bad it was! If only they would move!
"Michael, are you all right?" Bonnie was pleading, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Michael and Kitt had been expecting something like this. Apparently no one else was. "Say something!"
Slowly, Michael raised his head and gave Bonnie a half-hearted glare. "Did you have anything particular in mind?"
And Kitt sighed in relief.
Michael and Terri relaxed against his hood, and Kitt got them out of there while he still could. A medical scan revealed bruises and a few strained muscles, enough that Michael would be uncomfortable for a few days to come, if not a week. It could have been worse, and Kitt took solace that it wasn't.
Just another close call to add to their ever-growing list.
