(Warning, character death.)

Chapter 15

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That night, Devon found Cara in the main hall. "Ah! Just the person I was hoping to see. Kathy, hold all my calls will you? Care to go for a stroll?" he asked, putting his arm around Cara's.

"Sure." He led her outside. They walked over to the fountain she had once fallen into when she first came to FLAG. Cara almost laughed, recalling her and Kitt's little 'water fight'.

"Well, my dear," Devon finally said, "I'm sure these past few days have been quite exciting for you. How are you holding up?"

"A little better. Still can't believe I used to live at CompuTech." She paused. "Or that Michael's my father."

"Yes. That caught me off guard as well. Though I must say the similarities between you and Michael are uncanny." He chuckled. "That morning you were late to your class and nearly knocked me over reminded me very much of Michael. Here, I want you to have something." He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small box, and handed it to her.

She opened it. Inside was a small silver watch with a regular face. It had several buttons with a small speaker. "Devon, this is lovely."

"I knew you'd like it." He took it out of the box and fastened it to her wrist. It shined. "I had our technicians work as hard as they could to come up with a feminine looking comlink."

"Comlink? I don't understand?"

"As you can see, this is no ordinary looking watch. It's mostly a communicator, although it does serve other purposes. With it, you can communicate with Kitt, Star, or even your father on the one he owns."

"Thank's, Devon." She turned away.

"Cara? What's wrong?"

"Maybe I'm not the right person for this job." she told him. "I mean sure, yeah, I'm Michael's daughter. But in the end what does that matter? I can't even remember my past. What purpose can I serve for FLAG?" She looked over into the fountain. "Every time I see my reflection, I see a stranger."

Devon smiled. "You're more like your father than you think. He too, had to start a new life, with a new identity, a new outlook on things. And just like him, you've been given a second chance, Cara. The chance to prove that one person can make a difference."

"What if I fail?" she asked him after some thought.

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about that. You're Michael Knight's daughter. When the time comes, you will know what to do, and then, it will all come very easily. I'm quite sure of it." He cupped her chin in his hand. "Yes, you're very much like Michael. I picked the right person to carry on Wilton's dream, as well as my own." He smiled. "Well, I suppose I should retire for the evening. Don't stay up too late, all right?"

"I won't." she said. "Oh, Devon?"

"Yes?"

She walked over and hugged him quickly. "Thanks, for everything. I would be nowhere right now if it wasn't for you."

Devon smiled. "My pleasure. And it is I who should thank you. You've made this old chap very happy these past few weeks. Well, goodnight then."

"Goodnight, Devon." She turned back to the fountain. Her hand held the watch as she thought of what he said.

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Back in the main hall, Michael was sitting in a chair, deep in thought. "Good evening, Michael."

He looked up. "Hey, Devon."

"Penny for your thoughts?"

Michael patted the seat next to him. "I just don't get any of this, Devon. Did Wilton know I had a child?"

"If he did, I'm not quite sure he would have told you. Remember, one of the main reasons he picked you was because he believed you had no living relatives. And think of it, if you had lived and raised her, both Michael Long's life and hers would have been in danger."

"But her life 'is' in danger, Devon. Some nut wants my daughter. I can't let her take my place out there. It's too risky."

"I wouldn't worry too much, my boy." said Devon. "She's more like you than you realize."

"Then I really am worried." said Michael.

Devon laughed quietly. "At least some good will come out of all this."

"Yeah? What?" Michael asked, leaning back, hands behind his head.

"Finally, someone will drive you as bonkers as you did me for all those years."

Michael looked over at him and chuckled. "You're something else, Devon. Thanks for asking me back."

"You're quite welcome." He got up. "Now if you'll excuse me, the hour grows late. Goodnight, Michael."

"Night, Devon." He smiled as he watched Devon disappear up the stairs.

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Cara was walking through a fine blue mist. There was blackness all around. She could feel a presence around her. She turned and saw an older man. He smiled softly.

"Devon?" she asked. He walked up to her and hugged her. He then said something. She couldn't hear his words, but she heard his meaning.

"Take care of our family." He smiled, then backed away until he was part of the mist.

"Goodbye." she heard her own voice say. She didn't know why, but just then she was overcome by a sense of loss. She then faded into the mist herself.

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Cara woke up when she heard a knock at her door. There, she found her father. "Morning, Michael. What's up?"

"I was walking by your door when I heard you talking in your sleep. You were crying and saying goodbye to someone." He saw the look on her face. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. Guess I've just been having trouble sleeping lately." She thought of something. "Michael, where's Jonathan being kept?"

"Down the hall. Dr.Crawford said he's so roughed up, he'll be laid up for at least a week." Michael shuttered when Dr. Crawford had shown him the x-rays of the younger man's ribs. Alex Harrison was more of a threat than he thought. All the more reason to keep an eye on Cara.

"Is he going to jail?"

"Well, he was trying to take of you. I'll give him credit for that. If he cooperates with FLAG, I'm sure we can work something out. I won't let anything happen to your 'brother', okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Michael."

He started to walk away. "Oh hey. Kitt says you're quite the artist. Maybe the three of us can take in the art festival today."

"Sounds great. I've been dying to get out and around." said Cara.

"Great. I'll see you downstairs in an hour." He winked at her and turned around.

Kathy the secretary was behind him. "Michael, good! There you are. I've been trying to get a hold of Devon for almost an hour, but he's not answering his door."

Michael headed over to Devon's room with Cara following after him. Michael slowly opened the door and the two made their way inside. The lamps were still on and the bed hadn't been slept in.

"Devon? You here?" asked Michael.

That's when they saw him sitting in the plush oversized chair, facing out the window. Michael made his way over to him. He saw a look of peace and contentment on Devon's face. They both noticed the two photographs in his hand. One was a very old picture of he and Wilton from the war. The other was a much newer one with Michael, Kitt, Bonnie, RCIII, and himself at one of the Foundation's functions. Everyone looked happy.

"Devon?" whispered Cara.

"No." Michael said. "Cara! Go get Dr. Crawford now!"

She ran as fast as she could and returned with the doctor. He hurried over and felt Devon's pulse. He pressed Devon's eyes completely closed and sighed. "I'm sorry, Michael. He's passed."

Michael stared. "Devon." Cara went over to him and they held each other.

Devon was gone.

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It was a beautiful, sunny day when Devon Miles was laid to rest. A couple hundred guests came to pay their last respects. After the funeral service, Michael, Cara, and Bonnie got inside of Kitt and drove to the cemetery, along with forty other mourners.

The three sat up front at the final service since they were the ones closest to Devon. Kitt watched from the road nearby. For a while, nobody noticed an on looker dressed in a suit watching the proceedings.

Harrison looked on. 'Good. At least the old man's out of my way.' he thought. He saw the Knight 2000 parked on the road. It had been tempting to bring his new device with him, but he knew better. He couldn't risk being caught trying to destroy the car out in broad daylight with this many people around.

He then looked through the crowd of people, towards the casket, and finally saw her. She was dressed in black and her hair was up. She looked much healthier than the last time he had saw her back at CompuTech. He stayed back until the service was finished.

When the ceremony was through, they all got up. Michael and Cara went up to the casket one last time. She placed a kiss on it, along with a Blue Moon rose. It had taken a few days, but Star had finally helped her find a store with a dozen in stock. "Thank you, Devon." she whispered. "Don't worry. I'll take care of our family." She moved aside for Bonnie and watched as everyone else said goodbye. Michael put his arm around her as the coffin was lowered into the ground, both feeling like part of them was being buried with it.

Michael patted her shoulder and went to talk to the other guests. Cara walked around, not sure where she was going, and in a way, not caring. She couldn't believe the coincidence between her dream and Devon's death. She remembered her Mama Jane was experienced with those kinds of things, healing, spirits, and the like. Had some of that rubbed off on her?

She was suddenly caught off guard when she ran into someone. "Oh, forgive me! I'm sorry." she said, looking up at the tall man she had bumped into.

'Wow.' This was probably the most handsome guy she had ever seen. His sandy blond hair was pulled back and he was slightly taller than her father. And he had beautiful brown eyes.

"That's alright." he said in his slightly gruff voice. "I should watch where I'm going." He looked at the men putting dirt on the grave. "Friend of yours?" he asked.

"Yes. Devon Miles was a very good friend of mine." Cara said, sadly. "Did you know him?"

"I knew 'of' him." said the stranger as they walked along. "My father used to work with Mr. Miles and Wilton Knight many years ago." He took her hand. "I'm sorry for your loss, Miss…?"

"Cara, Bennett. And thank you."

"Cara. What a lovely name. It suits you."

"Thanks."

"And what a pretty necklace." Alex said. "May I have a look at it?"

"Uh, sure." said Cara. She leaned closer to him so he could have a better look.

Kitt was watching the crowd of mourners when he noticed Cara was talking to someone he didn't recognize. He did a quick scan of the stranger and went on the alert when he realized who it was.

"Michael."

Michael excused himself from talking to an older couple. He moved aside. "Yeah, pal."

"That man over there by the bushes with Cara."

"What about him?"

"It's Alex Harrison."

Michael quickly made his way over to them. "Excuse us." he muttered to Alex. He took Cara by the arm, leading her away.

"Michael, what on earth?" she asked. He was all but dragging her over to Kitt.

"Get in. I'll explain later." He helped her into the car. "Keep an eye on her, buddy." When he turned around, he was face to face with Harrison.

"Well, well, well." he said. "If it isn't Michael Knight. Thought you left the Foundation years ago."

"What do you want?" snapped Michael.

"I believe you have something of mine?" Harrison walked over towards the front of the car, looking at Cara with a grin on his face.

"Like what?"

"Like my car. I spent a lot of time and money on it, Knight." he said.

"S.T.A.R. is now the property of the Foundation for Law and Government." said Michael. "You want her back? Talk to our lawyers."

"Fine." said Harrison. "I don't mind playing hardball. But I always get what I want, one way or another. Don't I, love?" He looked over at Cara, smiling. She then realized who this man was. It was Alex Harrison! He took a step forwards. She held on to the door handle.

"Stay away from her." Kitt growled. He turned on the auto cruise. His engine roared and his scanner took on a darker tone, tracking back and forth in an angry manner. "Don't you 'ever' come near her again."

Alex glared at Kitt. Everyone watched as the two faced one another, both almost daring the other one to make the first move. Harrison then smirked. "Wow, Knight. Your car's even more pathetic than you are."

Michael walked over to Harrison. He grabbed him by the collar and shook him. "Hey! If I ever lay eyes on you again, I swear on Devon's grave I'll…"

Bonnie ran over to the two men. "Michael, stop! We have guests. Besides, he'd just love to slap the Foundation with a lawsuit." She pulled Michael off of Harrison.

Two FLAG employees made their way over. "This guy causin' trouble?" one of the men asked.

"Yeah. Why don't you two show him out?"

"Thank you, Knight, but I can find my way. Until we meet again." Alex looked over at Cara. "And we 'will' meet again." He chuckled and walked away.

Cara was finally able to breathe. She leaned back against the seat as Michael returned to their guests.

"Cara?" asked Kitt. "Are you alright? He didn't try to hurt you did he?"

"No. He was looking at my necklace." She put her hand up and was relieved that it was still there.

"You must be more careful. That's the second time this week someone has tried to steal it." He surveyed the area. "Harrison is gone now, Cara, but I think I'd feel better if you stayed with me until it's time to leave. Just in case. I could use the company anyway."

She relaxed. "I think I could use some company myself." she replied. They both waited for Michael and Bonnie, then made their way back to the Foundation.

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