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Knight's Dragon

Chapter 3: One Dragon to Many.

Knight and Kitt had been traveling two days before they came any closer to discovering what had happened to the horse. Shortly after finding the trail and beginning to follow it, the heavens had opened up. It had rained for most of the day and had washed their only chances of finding the horse away. Kitts dragon nose was more sensitive then the cars sensors had been, and there was a slightly awful smell on the air.

"Michael, can you smell that?" Kitt wished that as elusive as the smell was, that he couldn't.

"No Kitt, what kind of smell is it?" Michael drew air into his nose still not smelling it.

"I've smelled it before... when i was in the car... but I'm not sure what it is." Kitts voice was slightly confused.

They came around an outcropping of rocks and were hit in the face by the full stench of what Kitt had been smelling. It caused Michael to gag and slide from his partners back, burying his nose deep against his robes. The source of the stench was not far away. The horse lay in a crumpled mass of broken limbs, his once sleek black hide matted with dirt and blood. The horse looked like a great weight had hit it in the back, its neck was definitely broke. And there was no sign of the saddle bag containing the book.

Kitt shifted, the sight of the horse greatly disturbing him. "The poor animal... It didn't deserve that..."

"No it didn't Kitt, but thats not the real problem at the moment, who ever did this... took the book." Michael sighed and leaned against his partners side.

Kitt stiffened suddenly, his ears picking up a sound. He shifted, tilting his head to look around the area. He felt like someone was watching them, but he couldn't see them. Michael had moved away,searching the area for clues, not noticing Kitts sudden watchfulness.

"Michael!" Kitts sudden scream came to late as a shadow fell over him.

Claws grabbed at his shoulders, ripping holes into the fabric and piercing his skin painfully. Struggling, unable to escape from the grip that held him, He screamed his friends name. Kitt was already moving forward, but was to late to stop the blood red dragon as it spread its wings and launched into the skies. He watched in frightened desperation, as Michaels form got smaller, then he made his decision.

Kitt spread his black wings, sweeping them down in the manner he had seen the red dragon do. It took several tries before he felt his body lift from the ground, encouraged, he set a course after the dragon and his partner. But he was slower and still learning. After a few minutes he had the basic hang of it, and while he wasn't able to narrow the distance between them, he could follow.

The blood red dragon began a descent, and Michael began to struggle even harder, causing the dragons claws to tighten harder on his shoulder.

"It would benefit you to stop struggling." The dragons deep cold growl caused Michael to stop instantly. A feeling of recognition flaring up inside him, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

The dragon suddenly let Michael go, and he feel to his knees before a young woman. He groaned and stood up, his knees and shoulders screaming in pain. He turned to face the woman before him. She was almost as tall as he was, Red hair that matched her dragons scales perfectly, and brilliant green eyes. He started as he saw the dragon beside her begin to rise into the sky, then settle at a word from her. There was a strangled noise behind him, and he turned just in time to see Kitt land hard, stumble then quickly straighten up. He turned to face the woman and backed up till he could place a hand on his friends shoulder.

She studied him for a moment then held up the book they had been searching for. "I take it you were looking for this?" Her voice was as cold as the dragons had been.

"Yes i was actually" He stepped forward to snatch it from her, but the red dragons head immediately came between them, and he felt Kitt move closer as well.

"Why?" Her cold green eyes studied him, thoughtfully.

"Its none of your business, its ours" Michael was quickly growing impatient.

"At the moment its mine." She grinned, but it never reached her eyes.

"Who are you?"

"That is unimportant, what is important is that i have everything i need now."

"Then why bring me?" Michael edged closer again, and it was not missed by the red dragon, who snapped at him. Giving him a very close up view of his sharp fangs.

"Because i needed you to be here, you came here at the same time as i did. We have to go back at the same time."

Michael stared in amazement as her words sank in. "Your from our time as well?"

Her head snapped up. "Our?" Her eyes darted to the black dragon beside him. "Oh my god... you couldn't have... tell me thats not Kitt."

Kitts head snapped towards her as both he and Michael retreated a step.

"Who are you? How do you know about Kitt?" His eyes darting from her to the dragon beside her. "And who is that?"

"He is my friend, who else he is, isn't important. You shouldn't have summoned Kitt here, there no way of knowing if he can go back with you.

Kitt stiffened beside him, and he raised a hand to touch the dragons shoulder softly."I wont leave him, there must be a way."

"Come, we will go through the book and see what it has to say." She turned and walked down a stone path behind her, the red dragon following.

Michael hesitated and reached up to touch the black dragons cheek. "I won't leave you partner, even if it means staying here." He turned and followed the woman, Kitt staying close behind him.

1985 once again...

Bonnie sighed as she looked up at the silent Trans am parked in the corner of the garage. Devon sat not far away, and she glanced his way and shook her head.

"Theres nothing Devon... Nothing. Its like he never existed in there."

"The foundation wants to dismantle it, Bonnie."

"No... Please not yet... Let me try more tests."

"They've given us till the end of the month, if Kitt isn't found or isn't alive, they will shut us down and dismantle the car." Devons shoulders slumped as he turned and left the garage.

Bonnie made her way over to the dark car, its black surface cold to the touch. Lowering her head against the side of the car, she felt tears fall over her cheeks as she whispered three words. "You promised, Kitt"


the raving loony: I meant to ask this before, what wish?

Thank you everyone for encouraging me to continue on with this story, it does mean alot.