Disclaimer: I far as I can tell Glen Larson owns everything Knight Rider. I don't. But I do own Jessica. Just so you know. Oh, and now Vicky.

The inside of Jessica's mansion was incredibly spacious and airy and, as they were led into a lounge like room and ushered to sit down, Michael had an weird feeling that he was outside but inside all the same. It was rather worrying.

Everyone seated on a number of very comfy armchairs, Dawson broke the silence with a very annoying half-English half-Texan drawl,

"Yo, sweetheart. You got food in this joint?"

Jessica glared at him before answering in an incredibly stressed out tone,

"My cook's off, so any food in this house is most likely going to be microwavable, though I can make pizza if you want…. And I promised drinks, so order away!"

She stood up, grimacing at the thought of cooking anything, and listened as they rather hesitantly told her what they wanted. The girl nodded and ambled out of the room, throwing Dawson a bad-tempered look on her way past.

"Erm, Devon?" said Michael suddenly, "Why are you here anyway? Bonnie told us that you were at a conference on something, somewhere"

"Oh it was called off, there was a gas leak apparently" replied Devon simply staring out the window. He wasn't really looking forward to telling Michael the news – the plan was simple, or had been at least. Send Michael to see Jessica, she would tell him and then that was that. Or, once again, had been. Oh, this was going to be really, really, really difficult.

There was suddenly a short blast of Linkin Park over an intercom speaker, carefully positioned in a corner.

"Sorry", came Jessica's voice through the system, "I like rock music a bit too much."

It switched off with a metallic click, which was added to by her shoes echoing down the hallway on the parquet flooring. The tall girl came in carrying a tray of drinks that she quickly handed out – grinning evilly as she handed Dawson his beer.

"Enjoy, please. I'm off to cook pizza. Sorry if they're a bit iffy."

She slid out of the room as fast as she could go and, according to Michael's hearing, stopped just out of sight behind the doorframe.

There was a loud choking as Dawson took a gulp of his beer, turned a rather interesting shade of greeny red and spat it back into the glass.

"What the bloody hell did you do?" he practically shrieked after Jessica.

"As much salt as I could possibly dissolve in it", came the amused reply and the tapping of her trainers as she walked back to the kitchen.

"Now, Mr. Miles," said Oswald, sitting forward in his chair, "We have business?"

"Ah yes, well I would truthfully prefer to explain it to Michael first", was Devon's reply carefully avoiding Michael's stare,

"Maybe Miss Dalzell would appreciate some help, Michael, since she apparently dislikes cooking so much."

Michael stayed silent, still staring at his employer.

"Ask her to check on Kitt," interrupted Bonnie hurriedly, "She's a great mechanic, you know. I knew her from college. RC can go too."

"Hmm, oh yeah sure. Come on my man let's see what she's at," said RC, standing up.

"OK, but you are going to tell me what this's about," muttered Michael glaring evilly at his friends.

After several wrong turns, the two men eventually found a little handwritten sign telling them 'The kitchen is this way. Do not forget this.' Following the now carpeted hallway they did finally wander into the huge expanse of the kitchen where Jessica was sitting talking to a maid who was carefully watching the oven.

"Hi guys. Ya want something?" she asked once she noticed them.

"The bosses are havin' a business talk" replied RC cheerfully, "We got chucked out and told to ask you to check on Kitt".

The maid turned around as well and spoke,

"I shall take care of the food. Don't worry."

"Ach, there's no need to worry unless Dawson appears," replied Jessica and grabbed her coat from a chair,

"He's still out front?"

"Yeah I'd doubt he'd move," mumbled Michael, now taking an interest since his partner was involved.

"This way then."

They walked out of the building in silence and entered a huge garden. It extended right to the front of the estate it seemed, leaving no room for any cars to get through on either side, even though Michael was sure he had glimpsed a race track at the back of the house at one point.

The little Trans-Am was still collapsed at the front of the mansion, still leaning forwards on his front axle. He was very aware of the three people approaching but decided against actually letting know that he knew that. They might just be a little more careful if he was quiet.

"Hey buddy, feeling any better?" asked Michael, reaching out to pat his friend's roof then pulling his hand back remembering Kitt's new found dislike at anything touching him.

Kitt remained silent for a few seconds too long for Michael's comfort before replying in the harsh scratching voice that he had taken on,

"A bit, Michael. I think the perceptors might need fixing though."

Michael grimaced and turned to Jessica who was standing, surveying the damage from a distance. She noticed his gaze, smiled distractedly at him and nodded carefully as though adding something up in her head.

"Right…" she muttered, "I ain't even gonna bother to tell you to stay there cause I don't think you'll be moving for a bit. I gotta get some stuff from my garage, if ya want this fixed."

She stared at Michael for a few seconds before speaking again.

"Which means Vicky will see me and want to meet you. Oh bollocks this is gonna be fun."

Jessica turned and jogged off, muttering to herself sarcastically. Michael and RC glanced at each other worriedly.

"Vicky?" said Michael weakly, "Who's she?"

"Dunno Mike, one of the crazy lady's mates probably. Hope she ain't as mental" RC didn't sound too confident.

"It isn't very nice to judge people like that," rasped Kitt irritably, "I don't even think you've gotten to know Jessica properly and you're already think Vicky 's strange before you've even seen her."

The two men muttered sorry as quietly as possible; it was rather embarrassing to apologise to a car no matter how human it was. It was just Kitt seemed to warrant an apology continuously; it made no sense sure but the AI didn't really have a fair deal of it in the long run and you were only aware of it on a rather fuzzy subconscious level, which made you want to say sorry more. But they were human, and pride got in the way of that. Kitt would say sorry as many times as he had to, but his pride spanned elsewhere instead, mostly his physical state or how much Michael depended on him. It was really, really confusing.

They stood in silence, staring at the ground, until Jessica came back lugging a large toolbox with her.

"Right," she threw the toolbox down,

"Tell me if I do something wrong ok?"

"Wow," muttered Michael,

"You're almost as good as Bonnie."

Jessica stood up and wiped a thick layer of grease from her hands,

"Mate, I doubt it. I'm just good at fluking."

"Yeah" RC said, trying to focus on a faraway figure who was apparently dancing on the lawn,

"Is that Vic.."

"Yes, yes, yes, we know, that's Vicky. Hey wanna go see those pizzas?"

Jessica shepherded them away into her mansion, through the maze of corridors and into a huge dining room.

"Stay," she snapped and ran off.

"Ok, serious mood swings," said RC, sitting down

"At least we get food."

There were footsteps and Bonnie, Devon and the two other men appeared and seated themselves at the table.

"Le ha!"

Jessica came in wielding two pizzas,

"Bon appetite!" she grinned,

"If ya need me I'll be hiding in the kitchen. Quite possibly drinking."

She strode off again leaving the rest of them to enjoy their meal.

Whoopsie, I spent a while getting that written. Hee hee hee. sorry

Anyone know how to make someone un Mary-Sueish? I'm crap at writing female characters. Just so ya'll know.