Finding Out
By Beth C
Summary: Bonnie seems to have this little problem…
Rating: G – nothing bad at all
Disclaimer: Knight Rider is copyright to Glen A. Larson. Don't sue guys... I only borrowed them. I'll put them back when I'm done... I promise...
Feedback: Certainly... Trekie386@aol.com. No flames, please.
Author's Note: This is part one in the 9 Months Series. There will be 9 parts in total. I hope you enjoy!
*****
Bonnie groaned as the semi turned around a rather wide bend in the road. Normally she didn't mind the long rides in the Foundation's Mobile Unit, but lately it seemed that she could feel every twist, turn and bump that the driver could find. Each one made her wish she had never agreed to get into the back of the infernal machine.
She clamped one hand tightly across her mouth and waited for the waves of nausea to wash over her. The semi came out of the curve and straightened out, settling into a gentle rocking motion. Bonnie swallowed the bile that had risen up in the back of her throat, waiting to see if the meager breakfast she had eaten was going to stay put.
For the moment, it appeared that it would. She sighed as she removed her hand, quelling the desire to get up and run to the small toilet in the alcove. She was lucky that she was on a state-of-the-art trailer; it boasted not only a small kitchenette but a sleeping area with a double bed, and a fully equipped bathroom with sink, toilet and shower stall. The onboard computer facilities were the best money could buy. When it came down to the FLAG program, Wilton Knight had made sure the Knight Industries spared no expense.
The incidents of nausea were becoming more frequent as time passed. When they had first begun she was just recovering from a rather nasty head cold. She had dismissed the bouts as just another symptom. The head cold had cleared up, the nausea had not. She began to suspect the real reason behind it somewhere in the third week. She had never been regular in her cycles; she even skipped a month if she was stressed. Yet somehow she knew that her missing a cycle this month had nothing to do with stress. She was going to have to take a test soon.
A sharp dip in the road brought Bonnie's thoughts back to the situation at hand. She groaned again and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She could make it through this if she could continue to breathe slowly. Following her own advice, she took a few deep breaths and forced her mind off her queasy stomach and back to the reason she was even on this roller coaster ride.
A computer composite of Kitt was sitting on the desktop monitor screen, showing her the different components that made up some of his systems. Kitt was not only her job; he was her pride and joy, her greatest accomplishment. She had headed up the team that had designed and built the Artificial Intelligence that ran the supercomputer of Michael's automobile- the Knight Industries Two Thousand. He was currently housed in a 1982 Trans-Am, and protected by a Molecular Bonded Shell, or MBS that allowed the car to Turbo Boost into the air, smash through walls, and protect it's driver from nothing short of an all out missile attack.
Her job was to keep Kitt functioning so he could continue to protect his driver, Michael Knight. Michael Knight just happened to be the one thing Bonnie loved more than her job as Kitt's technician. She smiled to herself as she imagined him now, that mop of curly brown hair falling softly around his chiseled features. He had high cheekbones and a very full mouth with sensuous lips. His eyes were the blue of an ocean or the color of the sky; depending on his mood. She loved when he stared at her, she could stare at him all day long and be perfectly content.
Right now, she had to get back to work. She needed to increase the scanner efficiency by at least 30% in order to penetrate a building surrounded by lead deposits and double shielded. Normally the calculations required wouldn't be that difficult for her, lately she could barely keep simple algebra straight.
Michael would be arriving soon to get the upgrades she had yet to complete. She steeled herself once more and attempted to concentrate on the program she was running. With any real luck she would be ready when they arrived. It was only a matter of…
She groaned again as the truck turned another corner and another…
*****
Michael stretched as much as he was able in the small cockpit of the car. Even though the car was built to house his 6'4" frame, at times it still felt cramped. Especially on long drives. He was really looking forward to reaching the semi and taking a hot shower. His body ached from his eyes down to his ankles from the recent fight he had gotten into. Thankfully nothing had gotten broken this time.
"Kitt?" He called out to his computerized partner. He looked over the dash briefly and toyed with putting the car into Auto Cruise. There were more brightly lit buttons and digital gauges on his car than NASA currently sported on the Space Shuttle. It would be so simple to just let the car take over the driving.
"Yes, Michael?" Kitt responded, the red bar-graph voice box keeping in sync with his words. The box was placed conveniently above the gull-wing steering wheel for easy viewing and conversation.
"How much longer until we reach the semi?"
"Less than two miles." Kitt replied. "It's just around the next series of curves." His voice reflected the fact that he was tired as well. The normally Boston tone became even more pronounced when he was in need of a recharge.
"Good. I'm looking forward to a few hours of rest." Michael deftly maneuvered around the curves, only half concentrating on the road.
"As am I, Michael." Kitt said.
Sure enough the semi suddenly appeared as they rounded one of the bends. Michael pressed the button on the dash to lower the tailgate as he approached the back end of the massive trailer. It slowly dropped to the ground with a slight clang. He aimed the car for the middle of the ramps and drove up and inside.
He stopped the car gently once he was in the parking area, the last 20 feet or so of the truck, and got out. The ramp was busy folding up behind him as he turned to see Bonnie. She was sitting at the computer staring at a mass of equations.
She greeted him with a simple smile as he strode over to her and placed a kiss on top of her head in lieu of her lips. "Hi, Sweetheart."
She mumbled a response as she turned back to her equations. It was obvious that she was deep in thought. He knew better than to disturb her at times like this.
"I'm going to go hop in the shower for a few, seeing as you are hip-deep in numbers. I'll be out before you notice me gone." He placed another kiss near the first one then turned and retrieved a change of clothes and a towel from a storage compartment.
Bonnie turned slightly and caught the sight of him disappearing into the bathroom. She had been reluctant to move too much as they were still on the very long and winding road. It was no longer a matter of 'if' she was going to lose her breakfast, but 'when' it was going to happen. Now she wished she hadn't fought so hard against it earlier. She sighed and gathered the last of her strength around her. If she was fast enough, they might be gone before it happened.
"Kitt, could you pop the hood for me?" She had finally found the answer and figured out how to get the 30% more they needed. Now all she had to do was make the necessary adjustments. Which in this case was easier said than done.
She heard the hood pop with an audible click. "Thanks." She got up out of her chair and walked over to Kitt, lifted the hood and checked on the scanner. The adjustments would only take a few minutes.
She was well into making the changes when the truck lurched strongly to the left. Bonnie felt her stomach rise up to her throat, and hold there. The tools she had been using dropped from her hands with a small ping onto the floor. She took off for the bathroom, eager to get inside before she embarrassed herself all over the floor.
She remembered at the last second that Michael was inside, probably still in the shower. Well, tough. She was going in whether he liked it or not.
Michael was just finishing up his shower; the hot water had been just what his aching body had needed. He was rinsing the last of the suds out of his hair when he heard the bathroom door fly open. He peeked around the filmy curtain to see Bonnie racing for the toilet, one hand covering her mouth and a desperate expression on her face.
With one fluid motion, Michael turned off the water and grabbed the towel he had hung on a hook near the shower. He quickly wrapped himself and stepped out. By the time his feet hit the floor; Bonnie had her face over the toilet bowl and was ridding her stomach of her breakfast.
He came up behind her and used one hand to pull her hair away from her face. The other one was placed gently on her forehead to help hold her. She heaved a few more times; her body wracked with violent spasms.
He braced her as much as he was able; his towel was in danger of slipping off and dropping to the floor. While he didn't mind standing in the nude, he was sure Bonnie would not be very amused. Finally it was over and she sagged against the cool porcelain while Michael reached over to flush it.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
He smiled down at her, the water still forming small rivers down his face as his hair dripped. "Anytime." He left the room for a second and came back with a washcloth which he dampened with warm water and handed to her.
She wiped her face off and sighed. "Sorry." She indicated his still dripping body. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"I was just about done anyway," he responded while helping her up with one hand. The other was clutching the towel that was still threatening to fall off. "Are you alright?"
She nodded carefully, noting that now that her stomach was empty, she felt pretty good. "I'm fine. All these turns on this road just threw my sense of balance off." She went to the sink and rinsed her mouth out. "You'd think these people would have at least one straight road in this county."
"Remind me not to take you on any missions in Kitt," Michael teased. "If you think this is bad, you should see some of the acrobatics we do in the field."
She shook her head softly. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
His face went from joking to concerned, his blue eyes shifting colors with the emotion behind them. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," she reassured him. "You better get dressed," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I don't know how long I could resist a dripping wet sexy man."
He started to reply, but she had already turned and left the room. He dried off quickly and dressed, hanging up his towel to dry before glancing at his reflection in the mirror. His face was in need of a shave, and his eyes looked tired. He decided to do the shave now, while Bonnie was still occupied with Kitt. A brief glance into the other room showed her back at work on Kitt. He lathered up, shaved and applied the aftershave that drove Bonnie crazy. He couldn't do much for his eyes, but he felt a lot better for being clean and freshly shaven.
As he entered the main trailer, he winked at Bonnie, who rolled her eyes at him. She had a wrench in one hand and a handful of wires in the other. He passed by her and went to fix himself a cup of coffee from the kitchenette. Bonnie always had fresh coffee brewing, and he found the fragrant brew soothing. He brought his cup back to where she was working and sat nearby on a stool at a workstation.
She was as efficient as ever, yet he noticed slowness in her movements as if she was fighting off fatigue. He made a mental note to ask her later how she had been sleeping. He couldn't wait for this mission to end so that he could finally relax in her arms at night. Of all the things on a mission that he hated most, being away from her had to top his list.
She finished up just as Michael finished the coffee and he helped her put the tools away. She closed the hood carefully, as if slamming it could possibly hurt her patient. "Alright, Kitt. You should now be able to see through just about anything."
She pointed towards a box she had prepared about 50 meters away. "This is a test. Scan the box and tell me what is inside."
Michael sat his empty coffee mug down at the workstation. "Is that box lead?"
"Yes, Michael. Double thickness as well as highly shielded." She observed Kitt's scanner track slowly as he scanned the box.
"You have in the box: One romance novel, bookmarked on page 38; a coffee mug, 17 pennies and one of Devon's ties," Kitt replied smugly.
"Very good, Kitt," Bonnie praised him.
"I'm impressed, buddy." Michael said as he left his stool and strode over to the car. "Are you ready now?"
Bonnie put out a hand to halt Michael when the truck turned and she lost her balance, falling directly into his arms.
"Whoa," Michael exclaimed. He got his first good look at her while she was in his arms. She definitely looked tired, and quite pale.
She caught him studying her and immediately pushed away. "Michael, Kitt still needs to recharge before you can leave. It will take a few hours." She bent down to hook up his power packs to the charger when a sudden cramp caused her to bite her lower lip.
Michael bent down next to her. "Bonnie, you don't look very well. I think you are overdoing it again." He helped her stand. "Why don't you go lay down for about an hour or so?" His stern expression conveyed that he would not take no for an answer.
"But Kitt needs,"
"I can hook him up as well as you can." Michael stated. "Bed. Now."
She opened her mouth to argue her point and had to stifle a huge yawn.
Michael arched his brows at her, the thick brown hairs climbing way up into his curly bangs.
"Okay, okay," she relented. "Just for an hour."
"That's my girl," Michael said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Go on. We'll find something to do while you rest. Right, Pal?"
"Right, Michael." Kitt answered obediently.
Bonnie was scarcely aware of much after that as she made her way to the double bed in the sleeping compartment. She could hear Michael talking to Kitt but could not make out the words. The last thing she remembered was that she forgot to set her bedside alarm for an hour from now. Then her head hit the pillow and she was fast asleep.
*****
When she next awoke, she was aware of a few things. The first was that the semi was no longer moving. The second was that it was unusually quiet. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes, and checked the clock at her bedside.
5pm.
She had gone to lie down around noon.
He hadn't awoken her. Frustration welled up in her and she squashed it back down. She would yell at him later, that was for sure. In the meantime, she had to find out why the semi was stopped, and just where exactly they were.
She left the sleeping compartment and headed towards the door that led to the cab. Either Charlie or Bradley would be driving today. Correction, should be driving. As she opened the door, she found the cab empty.
Looking out the window, she found out why. They were home, back on the Knight Industries main labs. The semi was parked in its usual location, the extra-large hangar designed for its maintenance. Why no one had bothered to wake her, she didn't understand.
She left the cab and went to gather a few things from the trailer. As she passed by her desk, she saw a note. She picked it up and began to read.
Bonnie,
Sorry I didn't stay around and I hope you are not too angry with me for not waking you. Devon called and we had to leave right away. I instructed everyone to let you get your rest; you looked like you could really use some.
I'll be back real soon.
Love,
Michael
Bonnie sighed and put the note back. Well that explains why she was left here all alone. She did need the rest, but she wished she had a chance to say goodbye to Michael before he left. Her greatest fear was that one day he would leave for a mission and not return. She always liked to send him on his way with a little bit of luck and love.
She picked up her purse and headed out the door. The first thing she was going to do was to find out why she was constantly nauseated. She would have plenty of time to yell at Michael later.
*****
~ Three hours later ~
Bonnie stared disbelievingly at the small home pregnancy test kit. She read the results off of the colored stick, glancing at the small plus sign that was currently being displayed.
No.
No.
No.
She blinked once, hoping that if she closed her eyes, the small window would display a negative sign instead.
The plus sign remained.
She was pregnant.
She licked her lips and found her mouth suddenly dry. What in the world was she going to do now? Michael had told her once that he was an only child, and he had no plans on ever bringing children in a world that was so filled with violence and hate. He saw so much of both in his line of work; he had told her tales of the cruelty that was inflicted on innocents.
She wondered how their contraception had failed, Michael had insisted in the use of condoms and she was on the pill, yet somehow the double protection had meant squat. Somewhere, there must have been a tiny hole, or the pills had not worked. She didn't have a clue and she was very sure Michael would not be thrilled with this piece of news.
She glanced around her apartment, it was kind of small, but it would have to do. At least she had the foresight to get into a two bedroom place when the price had dropped. She could always set up the second bedroom into a nursery.
Now all she had to do was tell Michael. A chill passed through her body that had nothing to do with her being cold. The thought of Michael's beautiful blue eyes hardening in anger and hurt filled her mind. He loved her, right? Then why did she feel like her world had just ended??
~ To be continued ~
Look for the next chapter up really soon!
By Beth C
Summary: Bonnie seems to have this little problem…
Rating: G – nothing bad at all
Disclaimer: Knight Rider is copyright to Glen A. Larson. Don't sue guys... I only borrowed them. I'll put them back when I'm done... I promise...
Feedback: Certainly... Trekie386@aol.com. No flames, please.
Author's Note: This is part one in the 9 Months Series. There will be 9 parts in total. I hope you enjoy!
*****
Bonnie groaned as the semi turned around a rather wide bend in the road. Normally she didn't mind the long rides in the Foundation's Mobile Unit, but lately it seemed that she could feel every twist, turn and bump that the driver could find. Each one made her wish she had never agreed to get into the back of the infernal machine.
She clamped one hand tightly across her mouth and waited for the waves of nausea to wash over her. The semi came out of the curve and straightened out, settling into a gentle rocking motion. Bonnie swallowed the bile that had risen up in the back of her throat, waiting to see if the meager breakfast she had eaten was going to stay put.
For the moment, it appeared that it would. She sighed as she removed her hand, quelling the desire to get up and run to the small toilet in the alcove. She was lucky that she was on a state-of-the-art trailer; it boasted not only a small kitchenette but a sleeping area with a double bed, and a fully equipped bathroom with sink, toilet and shower stall. The onboard computer facilities were the best money could buy. When it came down to the FLAG program, Wilton Knight had made sure the Knight Industries spared no expense.
The incidents of nausea were becoming more frequent as time passed. When they had first begun she was just recovering from a rather nasty head cold. She had dismissed the bouts as just another symptom. The head cold had cleared up, the nausea had not. She began to suspect the real reason behind it somewhere in the third week. She had never been regular in her cycles; she even skipped a month if she was stressed. Yet somehow she knew that her missing a cycle this month had nothing to do with stress. She was going to have to take a test soon.
A sharp dip in the road brought Bonnie's thoughts back to the situation at hand. She groaned again and squeezed her eyes tightly shut. She could make it through this if she could continue to breathe slowly. Following her own advice, she took a few deep breaths and forced her mind off her queasy stomach and back to the reason she was even on this roller coaster ride.
A computer composite of Kitt was sitting on the desktop monitor screen, showing her the different components that made up some of his systems. Kitt was not only her job; he was her pride and joy, her greatest accomplishment. She had headed up the team that had designed and built the Artificial Intelligence that ran the supercomputer of Michael's automobile- the Knight Industries Two Thousand. He was currently housed in a 1982 Trans-Am, and protected by a Molecular Bonded Shell, or MBS that allowed the car to Turbo Boost into the air, smash through walls, and protect it's driver from nothing short of an all out missile attack.
Her job was to keep Kitt functioning so he could continue to protect his driver, Michael Knight. Michael Knight just happened to be the one thing Bonnie loved more than her job as Kitt's technician. She smiled to herself as she imagined him now, that mop of curly brown hair falling softly around his chiseled features. He had high cheekbones and a very full mouth with sensuous lips. His eyes were the blue of an ocean or the color of the sky; depending on his mood. She loved when he stared at her, she could stare at him all day long and be perfectly content.
Right now, she had to get back to work. She needed to increase the scanner efficiency by at least 30% in order to penetrate a building surrounded by lead deposits and double shielded. Normally the calculations required wouldn't be that difficult for her, lately she could barely keep simple algebra straight.
Michael would be arriving soon to get the upgrades she had yet to complete. She steeled herself once more and attempted to concentrate on the program she was running. With any real luck she would be ready when they arrived. It was only a matter of…
She groaned again as the truck turned another corner and another…
*****
Michael stretched as much as he was able in the small cockpit of the car. Even though the car was built to house his 6'4" frame, at times it still felt cramped. Especially on long drives. He was really looking forward to reaching the semi and taking a hot shower. His body ached from his eyes down to his ankles from the recent fight he had gotten into. Thankfully nothing had gotten broken this time.
"Kitt?" He called out to his computerized partner. He looked over the dash briefly and toyed with putting the car into Auto Cruise. There were more brightly lit buttons and digital gauges on his car than NASA currently sported on the Space Shuttle. It would be so simple to just let the car take over the driving.
"Yes, Michael?" Kitt responded, the red bar-graph voice box keeping in sync with his words. The box was placed conveniently above the gull-wing steering wheel for easy viewing and conversation.
"How much longer until we reach the semi?"
"Less than two miles." Kitt replied. "It's just around the next series of curves." His voice reflected the fact that he was tired as well. The normally Boston tone became even more pronounced when he was in need of a recharge.
"Good. I'm looking forward to a few hours of rest." Michael deftly maneuvered around the curves, only half concentrating on the road.
"As am I, Michael." Kitt said.
Sure enough the semi suddenly appeared as they rounded one of the bends. Michael pressed the button on the dash to lower the tailgate as he approached the back end of the massive trailer. It slowly dropped to the ground with a slight clang. He aimed the car for the middle of the ramps and drove up and inside.
He stopped the car gently once he was in the parking area, the last 20 feet or so of the truck, and got out. The ramp was busy folding up behind him as he turned to see Bonnie. She was sitting at the computer staring at a mass of equations.
She greeted him with a simple smile as he strode over to her and placed a kiss on top of her head in lieu of her lips. "Hi, Sweetheart."
She mumbled a response as she turned back to her equations. It was obvious that she was deep in thought. He knew better than to disturb her at times like this.
"I'm going to go hop in the shower for a few, seeing as you are hip-deep in numbers. I'll be out before you notice me gone." He placed another kiss near the first one then turned and retrieved a change of clothes and a towel from a storage compartment.
Bonnie turned slightly and caught the sight of him disappearing into the bathroom. She had been reluctant to move too much as they were still on the very long and winding road. It was no longer a matter of 'if' she was going to lose her breakfast, but 'when' it was going to happen. Now she wished she hadn't fought so hard against it earlier. She sighed and gathered the last of her strength around her. If she was fast enough, they might be gone before it happened.
"Kitt, could you pop the hood for me?" She had finally found the answer and figured out how to get the 30% more they needed. Now all she had to do was make the necessary adjustments. Which in this case was easier said than done.
She heard the hood pop with an audible click. "Thanks." She got up out of her chair and walked over to Kitt, lifted the hood and checked on the scanner. The adjustments would only take a few minutes.
She was well into making the changes when the truck lurched strongly to the left. Bonnie felt her stomach rise up to her throat, and hold there. The tools she had been using dropped from her hands with a small ping onto the floor. She took off for the bathroom, eager to get inside before she embarrassed herself all over the floor.
She remembered at the last second that Michael was inside, probably still in the shower. Well, tough. She was going in whether he liked it or not.
Michael was just finishing up his shower; the hot water had been just what his aching body had needed. He was rinsing the last of the suds out of his hair when he heard the bathroom door fly open. He peeked around the filmy curtain to see Bonnie racing for the toilet, one hand covering her mouth and a desperate expression on her face.
With one fluid motion, Michael turned off the water and grabbed the towel he had hung on a hook near the shower. He quickly wrapped himself and stepped out. By the time his feet hit the floor; Bonnie had her face over the toilet bowl and was ridding her stomach of her breakfast.
He came up behind her and used one hand to pull her hair away from her face. The other one was placed gently on her forehead to help hold her. She heaved a few more times; her body wracked with violent spasms.
He braced her as much as he was able; his towel was in danger of slipping off and dropping to the floor. While he didn't mind standing in the nude, he was sure Bonnie would not be very amused. Finally it was over and she sagged against the cool porcelain while Michael reached over to flush it.
"Thanks," she mumbled.
He smiled down at her, the water still forming small rivers down his face as his hair dripped. "Anytime." He left the room for a second and came back with a washcloth which he dampened with warm water and handed to her.
She wiped her face off and sighed. "Sorry." She indicated his still dripping body. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
"I was just about done anyway," he responded while helping her up with one hand. The other was clutching the towel that was still threatening to fall off. "Are you alright?"
She nodded carefully, noting that now that her stomach was empty, she felt pretty good. "I'm fine. All these turns on this road just threw my sense of balance off." She went to the sink and rinsed her mouth out. "You'd think these people would have at least one straight road in this county."
"Remind me not to take you on any missions in Kitt," Michael teased. "If you think this is bad, you should see some of the acrobatics we do in the field."
She shook her head softly. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."
His face went from joking to concerned, his blue eyes shifting colors with the emotion behind them. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine," she reassured him. "You better get dressed," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "I don't know how long I could resist a dripping wet sexy man."
He started to reply, but she had already turned and left the room. He dried off quickly and dressed, hanging up his towel to dry before glancing at his reflection in the mirror. His face was in need of a shave, and his eyes looked tired. He decided to do the shave now, while Bonnie was still occupied with Kitt. A brief glance into the other room showed her back at work on Kitt. He lathered up, shaved and applied the aftershave that drove Bonnie crazy. He couldn't do much for his eyes, but he felt a lot better for being clean and freshly shaven.
As he entered the main trailer, he winked at Bonnie, who rolled her eyes at him. She had a wrench in one hand and a handful of wires in the other. He passed by her and went to fix himself a cup of coffee from the kitchenette. Bonnie always had fresh coffee brewing, and he found the fragrant brew soothing. He brought his cup back to where she was working and sat nearby on a stool at a workstation.
She was as efficient as ever, yet he noticed slowness in her movements as if she was fighting off fatigue. He made a mental note to ask her later how she had been sleeping. He couldn't wait for this mission to end so that he could finally relax in her arms at night. Of all the things on a mission that he hated most, being away from her had to top his list.
She finished up just as Michael finished the coffee and he helped her put the tools away. She closed the hood carefully, as if slamming it could possibly hurt her patient. "Alright, Kitt. You should now be able to see through just about anything."
She pointed towards a box she had prepared about 50 meters away. "This is a test. Scan the box and tell me what is inside."
Michael sat his empty coffee mug down at the workstation. "Is that box lead?"
"Yes, Michael. Double thickness as well as highly shielded." She observed Kitt's scanner track slowly as he scanned the box.
"You have in the box: One romance novel, bookmarked on page 38; a coffee mug, 17 pennies and one of Devon's ties," Kitt replied smugly.
"Very good, Kitt," Bonnie praised him.
"I'm impressed, buddy." Michael said as he left his stool and strode over to the car. "Are you ready now?"
Bonnie put out a hand to halt Michael when the truck turned and she lost her balance, falling directly into his arms.
"Whoa," Michael exclaimed. He got his first good look at her while she was in his arms. She definitely looked tired, and quite pale.
She caught him studying her and immediately pushed away. "Michael, Kitt still needs to recharge before you can leave. It will take a few hours." She bent down to hook up his power packs to the charger when a sudden cramp caused her to bite her lower lip.
Michael bent down next to her. "Bonnie, you don't look very well. I think you are overdoing it again." He helped her stand. "Why don't you go lay down for about an hour or so?" His stern expression conveyed that he would not take no for an answer.
"But Kitt needs,"
"I can hook him up as well as you can." Michael stated. "Bed. Now."
She opened her mouth to argue her point and had to stifle a huge yawn.
Michael arched his brows at her, the thick brown hairs climbing way up into his curly bangs.
"Okay, okay," she relented. "Just for an hour."
"That's my girl," Michael said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "Go on. We'll find something to do while you rest. Right, Pal?"
"Right, Michael." Kitt answered obediently.
Bonnie was scarcely aware of much after that as she made her way to the double bed in the sleeping compartment. She could hear Michael talking to Kitt but could not make out the words. The last thing she remembered was that she forgot to set her bedside alarm for an hour from now. Then her head hit the pillow and she was fast asleep.
*****
When she next awoke, she was aware of a few things. The first was that the semi was no longer moving. The second was that it was unusually quiet. She sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes, and checked the clock at her bedside.
5pm.
She had gone to lie down around noon.
He hadn't awoken her. Frustration welled up in her and she squashed it back down. She would yell at him later, that was for sure. In the meantime, she had to find out why the semi was stopped, and just where exactly they were.
She left the sleeping compartment and headed towards the door that led to the cab. Either Charlie or Bradley would be driving today. Correction, should be driving. As she opened the door, she found the cab empty.
Looking out the window, she found out why. They were home, back on the Knight Industries main labs. The semi was parked in its usual location, the extra-large hangar designed for its maintenance. Why no one had bothered to wake her, she didn't understand.
She left the cab and went to gather a few things from the trailer. As she passed by her desk, she saw a note. She picked it up and began to read.
Bonnie,
Sorry I didn't stay around and I hope you are not too angry with me for not waking you. Devon called and we had to leave right away. I instructed everyone to let you get your rest; you looked like you could really use some.
I'll be back real soon.
Love,
Michael
Bonnie sighed and put the note back. Well that explains why she was left here all alone. She did need the rest, but she wished she had a chance to say goodbye to Michael before he left. Her greatest fear was that one day he would leave for a mission and not return. She always liked to send him on his way with a little bit of luck and love.
She picked up her purse and headed out the door. The first thing she was going to do was to find out why she was constantly nauseated. She would have plenty of time to yell at Michael later.
*****
~ Three hours later ~
Bonnie stared disbelievingly at the small home pregnancy test kit. She read the results off of the colored stick, glancing at the small plus sign that was currently being displayed.
No.
No.
No.
She blinked once, hoping that if she closed her eyes, the small window would display a negative sign instead.
The plus sign remained.
She was pregnant.
She licked her lips and found her mouth suddenly dry. What in the world was she going to do now? Michael had told her once that he was an only child, and he had no plans on ever bringing children in a world that was so filled with violence and hate. He saw so much of both in his line of work; he had told her tales of the cruelty that was inflicted on innocents.
She wondered how their contraception had failed, Michael had insisted in the use of condoms and she was on the pill, yet somehow the double protection had meant squat. Somewhere, there must have been a tiny hole, or the pills had not worked. She didn't have a clue and she was very sure Michael would not be thrilled with this piece of news.
She glanced around her apartment, it was kind of small, but it would have to do. At least she had the foresight to get into a two bedroom place when the price had dropped. She could always set up the second bedroom into a nursery.
Now all she had to do was tell Michael. A chill passed through her body that had nothing to do with her being cold. The thought of Michael's beautiful blue eyes hardening in anger and hurt filled her mind. He loved her, right? Then why did she feel like her world had just ended??
~ To be continued ~
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