Taking orders
By Gumnut
28 Jun 2006

"No."

Michael blinked. "What?"

"No, Michael."

His hands, wrapped around the steering yoke, flinched as Kitt took control away from him.

"Kitt, what the hell are you doing? Pull over."

"No, Michael. This time you are the priority."

"Priority? Kitt, that woman needs our help."

"That woman needs a mechanic. You on the other hand need medical attention, sleep and extended relaxation."

Michael glared at the dash in irritation. "So you're just going to leave her stuck on the side of the road?"

"Someone else will help her."

"But-"

"Michael! Do I need to predict the scenario for you?" When Michael didn't answer, Kitt continued. "Firstly, you want to stop for two reasons. One, she is female. Two, and more importantly, she needs help. You, being the person you are, can't help but help. You're injured, Michael, someone else can take the call this time."

"Kitt, I'm fine. She could be there for hours-"

"No! You are the priority. You are the one I care about."

Michael stared. "Kitt, I said, I'm fine. It was only a scratch. There is nothing to be worried about, you said it yourself."

"If I let you out, you will help that woman. Then she will take advantage of you and either injure you further or ask for more help and you being you, won't be able to resist. You need the time off, Michael, time for yourself."

"Okay, okay, I surrender." He frowned at the dash. "But since when did you start giving the orders?"

"Since necessity gave birth to invention."

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