Michael had his hands clasped over a warm paper cup. It wasn't coffee but rather some nice home-brewed tea he'd brought from the diner Kitt had found tucked away in town. It had taken a considerable amount of persuasion on Kitt's behalf for Michael to even set foot inside as Michael had been very eager to have a hamburger for breakfast at a local drive-thru, which Kitt had greatly disagreed with.
Michael took a gentle sip from the lite warm cup, a faint smile forming on his lips. The tea was similar to that of Devon's that he often carried in the small kitchenette of the mobile HQ, precisely why Michael had opted for buying a second cup. The smell and steam from the tea took him back to the early days when he'd newly became Michael Knight. It seemed Devon had a way to carry the tea wherever he went, the smell wrapping itself in playful and bright memories dancing in his head. He smiled recalling the familiar chitchat he'd often had with Bonnie over the years. The countless times he'd gotten Devon in and out of trouble. The fun moments with RC. All the times he'd managed to damage Kitt and earn himself a scowling.
"You're awfully quiet this morning," Kitt remarked, pulling Michael out from his thoughts. Glancing away from the silent waterfront he'd been mindlessly staring at, he blinked quietly down at Kitt's dark voice modulator.
"So, I am," Michael replied, trying to sound cheerful.
"May I ask why?" Kitt added gently, not buying Michael's demeanor.
"I don't know buddy." He sighed, shrugging and leaning back against the seat.
"-Michael if I didn't know any better, I'd say you're homesick." Kitt bluntly added, worriedly.
"-Kitt, I'm not…" Michael began looking down at his cup of tea for a helpful excuse.
"Michael, maybe we should go home." Kitt cut in, taking on a more persuasive approach.
"Well, that's the thing; this is our home." Michael grinned reassuringly to Kitt's dash, knowing all too well what his partner was referring to. "...and speaking of home," He quickly gulped down the last of the tea. "We have some work to do." He was quick to get the Tran's Am out of the park's parking lot before Kitt could so much as put up a protest.
"I was thinking of going to the hardware store and buying some supplies. The first line of business is to somehow patch that wall." Michael eyed Kitt's dash playfully. Kitt let out an internal sigh, acting quite surprised when Michael started to chuckle. He wasn't too sure how Michael always knew when he was anxious even without saying a word.
"What was that about?" Kitt remarked, intrigued.
"Oh, nothing. I was thinking since we don't have a truck…"
"Michael…" Kitt groaned.
"Come on buddy, it will only be lite supplies. I promise!" Michael exclaimed, letting go of the yolk briefly as he put his hands up in agreement. Kitt quickly took control.
Michael took the liberty to recline his seat taking in the scenery of the town that was for the foreseeable future their new home. Lots of neat shops and boutiques lined all of downtown. Small restaurants and cafes basking in the occasional warm rays of the sun, taking part in the colorful panorama. It held a bit of familiarity for Michael and gave him a sense of adventure. He would be sure to check out downtown up close once the weather got warmer.
They passed an odd-looking shop just along Mainstreet catching Michael's attention. Kitt caught onto his driver's curiosity and slowed down, giving Michael a leisurely glance at the funny-looking building, which upon further inspection turned out to be a bookstore. It made Michael laugh, thinking of all the times he'd caught Devon reading a book whenever he and Kitt called him by surprise.
The sudden outburst of laughter in Kitt's cabin gave Kitt...for the lack of a better word...goosebumps…
"Michael, you alright?" He asked, sounding rather disturbed. Michael had been acting rather strangely as of late and had been suspiciously quiet about it too.
"Yeah, just remembering old times." Michael grinned, "Speaking of old times," He went on, a mischievous grin taking hold of his face. Sending Kitt into an internal panic.
"We haven't met your new team of technicians yet!" Michael cheered, giving Kitt one of his goofy looks.
Kitt knew it was inevitable. He had been hoping Michael would have forgotten altogether about the new arrangements. He just didn't feel all too comfortable around technicians that weren't directly in contact with Bonnie or organized by her. He didn't mind April, now that he thought about it, but that had been different. They had been properly introduced, while in this case, the new awaiting technician team was not at all familiarized with a state-of-the-art computer like himself. Sure Devon and Bonnie trusted these people, and Michael seemed to be confident with Devon's and Bonnie's decision but Kitt was not. Kitt had been hoping Michael would be taking the role not only of his driver but as his full-time technician too, but as Kitt was very aware, Michael could only do so much, and hence why a group of "professionals" had to join the picture.
"I'm feeling rather well actually, thank you." Kitt attempted to shrug off the remark.
Michael sighed.
"Kitt, it's been a long drive from the mansion...I'm sure you'll feel much better with some tender love and care. Besides, the sooner we meet them the sooner we start work on the new house!" Michael smiled down at the dark voice modulator with encouragement.
"If you say so," Kitt replied awkwardly after brief silence between them. "I just think visiting them now is unnecessary. My alpha circuits are doing just fine, and I was looking forward to helping you in the reconstruction of the house."
"Kitt." Michael groaned. "We're going." He added strongly. "Come on buddy, it will just be a check-up." He comforted Kitt.
"Michael, that's precisely what I don't want. Bonnie knew how to do routine check-ups in minutes, they however might take hours! I don't want to be crowded and probed by grad students and interns!" Kitt protested, Michael gently putting Kitt back into normal mode and guiding him slowly towards the town's University with the help of road signs.
"Oh! Michael!" Kitt protested louder, catching Michael off guard. He hadn't expected Kitt to be so agitated about the new arrangements, he had expected Kitt to be nervous (maybe) but not full-on discomposed.
Michael winced slightly at the thought of what an inexperienced student could probably do to Kitt's systems. Maybe Kitt was right...
Michael took a quick glimpse down at Kitt's darkened modulator, before looking back up to the road and pulling into the University campus, being quick to figure out a good way to ease Kitt's worries.
"Professor Lucas is a brilliant man, Bonnie came and inspected the site remember? And Devon looked over everyone's backgrounds thoroughly. You couldn't have forgotten that." Michael bit his bottom lip awaiting Kitt's reply, as they slowly came to what seemed like a series of workshops in the backside of the campus completely overrun by students running off to their classes.
"We aren't speaking," Kitt replied, indifferent.
Michael sighed. As he gently parked Kitt outside of a rusted building labeled Workshop B patched in vibrant green moss. Michael stepped out of the cabin taking in one last glance at Kitt's dash.
"Kitt, I will be with you every step of the way." He consolidated, one last time. Giving Kitt a reassuring smile and a light tap on his hood before walking into the busy workshop with students dressed in white lab coats overlooking ongoing projects.
He was quickly greeted by a tall excited greyed man.
" Mr. Knight! Oh, I see you made it safely." The professor offered Michael a firm handshake as he approached.
"Yup, we made it last night. Quite a lovely state may I add." Michael smiled.
"Happy to hear!" The man beamed. "Just be aware that we are widely known for our seasonal allergies. So be prepared." The man added nervously.
Michael nodded.
"Allergies?"
"Let's just say we have a generous amount of pollen over here." The man quickly replied, straightening his tie. "So, where is the Knight Industries Two Thousand?" The man remarked, getting down to business.
"Oh, he prefers Kitt." Michael nodded, with a faint smile.
"Oh, right." The professor added oddly, quick to clean his glasses. "How do we proceed? I might be an engineer but I'm not that masterly at people skills or sentient computer skills for that matter." Professor Luke chuckled lightly, gesturing for Michael to take the lead. Michael nodded, motioning the Professor to follow.
The professor stopped just in front of Kitt's actively beating scanner taking in the gleaming sleek handsome black beauty before him.
"Looks superb in person!" The professor shouted in excitement. "I can only imagine the complexities Miss Barstow must have set up inside." Professor Luke whispered in awe.
Michael silently chuckled, giving Kitt a grin.
"He does that to people." He murmured under his breath.
The professor took this time to walk and examine Kitt's exterior, taking in his every detail and touch of genius with awe.
"Well, uh," The professor began, "I suppose we should start taking a look under the hood." The man nervously explained, motioning his students inside who were crowding around Kitt in excited expectation. Michael agreed, going up to Kitt and gently patting his top.
"Come on Buddy," He whispered kindly. Kitt's only reply was that of his engine starting up. Following reluctantly behind Michael who was leading him into the bright workshop.
They set him in the middle of the building, just over what Kitt anxiously realized was a car lift. Michael leaned against Kitt's passenger side, watching the professor and his students buzzing around the place and bringing computers and odd-looking machinery ever so closer to Kitt ready to plug them in.
The professor gave Michael an excited grin as he slipped two thick gloves over his hands to which Michael was quick to notice.
"Oh, uh, usually when Bonnie does routine check-ups she doesn't wear gloves...Kitt isn't exactly a fan of gloves unless it's absolutely necessary." Michael explained, already feeling Kitt's scrutinizing glare consuming the gloves.
"That's odd." The professor looked over Kitt's anxious swaying scanner. "Well, I mean he's a computer. Would have thought a sterilized environment would suffice."
"He's not just a computer." Michael began, a little harshly for the professor's liking. "He has his preferences too. Just like you and me. Speaking of which, you're not going to lift him are you?"
"Of course we are, we need to ensure his undercarriage is in good shape." The professor protested. "Look with all due respect, Mr. Knight. I am the Knight Industries Two Thousand's new engineer and I am responsible for making decisions that are best for the computer. At the moment these are the best decisions for the computer."
"For Him," Michael emphasized, annoyed.
The professor rolled his eyes, glancing around at his awaiting students.
"Mr. Knight, may I proceed?"
"Yes, but If Kitt isn't comfortable with even the slightest thing I personally will pull you away from his person," Michael growled, making the professor take a slight step back.
"Very well." The professor nervously replied, quick to take off the gloves and violently tossed them on a nearby table.
Michael nodded faintly, giving them the thumbs up to continue while making his way next to Kitt's side and cautiously supervising the entire check-up. He was starting to regret having suggested coming here in the first place.
He watched carefully as the professor beaconed Kitt awkwardly to open his hood, Kitt doing so rather hesitant and slowly. They plugged specialized equipment into Kitt faster than Michael could remember Bonnie ever doing, she often did so with care. The readings they took looked more or less like Greek to him too, so Michael was having a tough time keeping track of what they were exactly doing to Kitt. All the apparatuses and wires plugged into Kitt gave him the look of a shiny black spider in the middle of a disorganized web.
Kitt had to admit it wasn't as half bad on his side of things, even though he was aware he didn't look his best adorned in all the wired mess, but he wasn't sure Michael would say the same. It seemed the entire tech team was walking over eggshells, always whispering and casting suspicious glances in Michael's direction who always seemed to be peeking from over their shoulders. Kitt was grateful for Michael's sentiment, after all, it seemed the professor didn't have the slightest clue how to work around a car despite being questioned by Michael several times, claiming he was more than adequate for the job. Computers however were his specialty. Kitt noted that quickly, taking notice of how efficient and quick the professor was at easing much tension in his systems.
Kitt just couldn't put into words how relieved he was that Michael was overlooking the entire procedure, he had been rather shy about displaying his under the hood components to a complete stranger (or group of strangers for that matter) but with Michael ready to take on anyone who dared tamper with him at his call, Kitt couldn't help but feel reassured.
Everything seemed to be going well until the subject of lifting Kitt came into question again.
"Let me ask him," Michael replied, taking in the confused looks of everyone.
"Kitt, do you want them to lift you?"
"No, Michael. I'd like it very much if they did not." Kitt answered quickly.
Michael gave a grin to the tech team, who were dumbfounded by Kitt's first words since his arrival about an hour ago.
"Well, there you go. Not today." He chuckled, crossing his arms.
" Mr. Knight ." Begun Professor Luke. "The Knight Industries Two Thousand is a special piece of equipment, one that must be cared for periodically. We can't risk ignoring a thorough examination." The man complained, almost whining.
Michael rolled his eyes.
"Kitt doesn't want to be examined that way, okay. Give it time Professor Luke, he doesn't feel comfortable around you just yet. I mean it's a miracle I even got him here today." Michael tried to explain. Everyone in the room looked over at Michael rather astonished.
The professor shook his head in disbelief.
"Mr. Knight, Devon Miles put me in charge-"
"No, that's wrong. You are just Kitt's 'Doctor' so to say, so you better put his opinion in consideration before you go probing through him like some specimen!" Michael shouted, infuriated with the man's attitude towards his best friend. He took a moment to take in everyone's confused and mocking glances. These surely weren't the adequate people to be Kitt's future tech team if they continued to treat him like any other computer, he was sure Devon and Bonnie would agree.
"Kitt, let's go." He bluntly added, taking his leave. Kitt was more than relieved to comply.
He was basically dashing behind Michael while the student engineer's frantically followed behind pulling all sorts of apparatus and cords hanging off and dragging from Kitt's chassis as he pulled out of the workshop and back onto the welcoming pavement.
Michael turned towards the professor one last time, glaring madly at the man. Kitt was convinced that if looks could kill then that man would have been a very dead man. Deadman indeed.
Michael climbed into Kitt without another moment's wait. Beaconing the t-top quickly out of the University campus heading towards downtown yet again. Leaving the workshop in the dust and a very upset Professor.
"To believe Devon and Bonnie trusted that guy," Michael murmured under his breath. He looked down to Kitt's quiet voice modulator. "No need to be sad buddy, we're gonna call Devon later and find a REAL technician for you."
"Nonsense Michael. I already have one: Bonnie." Kitt replied, persuasively.
Michael sighed, not wanting to go over the matter yet another time.
"Let's head to the hardware store and then after that you and me will take a nice long pleasant walk in the woods. Have some good'ol heart to heart and relax. How's that sound?" Michael replied, trying his hardest to sound cheerful but sounding rather uneasy overall.
"I would very much like that, Michael. Thank you." Kitt offered, going over Michael's vitals quite alarmed. It seemed Michael was very irritated over how the Professor had acted in the check-up, possibly more than Kitt himself.
"Michael," Kitt shyly went on, "Is there a chance we can visit a local car wash later?" Kitt dared. He knew he was a computer but there were times where he welcomed the soothing comfort of the car wash, especially after very stressful events like this one. He was also starting to look rather filthy and Kitt wasn't a fan of wearing leaves and mud. All the Oregon rain was starting to get to him.
Michael gave Kitt an encouraging smile.
"I mean with what you put up back there, you deserve it, pal."
"Thank you, Michael." Kitt internally smiled back.
They'd gone to lunch before starting their shopping crusade that afternoon. Kitt allowed Michael to finally have that hamburger he'd been craving ever since that morning. Of course...by Kitts terms...he'd taken the time to track down a place that made them from local ingredients and not the frozen supplies that lacked substance. Michael had not minded at all, so long as it was a hamburger. After lunch, they cruised leisurely into a local hardware store, anxious to start repairs on the house.
Michael took his time inside, walking from aisle to aisle as he mentally tried to set up an action plan because, in all honesty, he was absolutely lost. To begin with, he wasn't too sure he could figure out how to fix a Kitt-sized hole, not completely on his own of course. He was looking over the numerous materials all neatly displayed against the back wall of the hardware store, looking over a paper list of "helpful" advice Kitt had printed for him earlier filled from top to bottom with straight-up non-sense jargon when an observant employee approached him.
"Finding everything alright sir?" Asked a woman in an orange working apron.
Michael looked up from the assortment of materials.
"Uh, yeah. See I'm trying to fix a hole that's at the side of my house. What would be the first thing I would need to repair...umm, say a car-sized hole?" Michael smirked.
The woman gave Michael a nervous smile.
"Come again?"
"So, I drove my car through my house and destroyed my bathroom," Michael added, trying to give the woman as much of a clear picture as possible. "Sorry, long story. How do I fix it?" He asked taking in the woman's wide-eyed expression.
She broke into a burst of light laughter before Michael raised his brows in mild annoyance.
"Oh, you're serious?" The woman gasped trying to compose herself.
"Yeah." Michael nodded, awkwardly. "How do I go about fixing such a thing?" He crossed his arms, wanting to get to the point.
"Well, obviously a simple wall patch isn't going to help." The woman went on attempting to hold her laughter, "So, I'd say re-build the wall from scratch. You'll need plywood, 4x4...the works." The woman shrugged. "Will be a tremendous job for you alone. We actually provide help with construction projects at an affordable price." The women offered.
Michael glanced back over the construction materials before him. Some help sounded rather welcoming about now, the trip to Kitt's "check-up" had been very exhausting.
"I'm planning on doing the house mostly on my own." Michael added, "but I think I'll leave the wall to you." Michael grinned, putting his hands into his jacket's pockets.
The woman smiled, gesturing for him to follow.
"We need your address and we will send a consultant sometime tomorrow afternoon."
Michael came back with a cart full of supplies, much to Kitt's dismay.
"Hey, buddy pop the trunk will you?" Michael called out, putting lots of effort into pushing the heavy cart towards Kitt, the tires making a huge racket over the rough parking lot ground.
Kitt obliged, scanning over every item Michael had purchased with curiosity.
"Michael, blankets." Kitt suddenly blurted out, startling Michael as he lifted a heavy toolbox shaking Kitt's entire chassis as he settled it inside.
"Blankets?"
"You don't have blankets to sleep with, although," Kitt was careful to select his words. "I was thinking staying at a local Inn would do you some good. I took the liberty of analyzing each one and I think the one in the upper part of town would be the one best suited for you. They are suited completely with accommodations like a swimming pool, indoor gym, and complimentary breakfast might I add." Kitt explained matter of factly.
Michael raised his brows.
"Since when have you been so interested in breakfast?" He asked, gently accommodating a brand new broom in the trunk as well as several cleaning supplies.
"Ever since we left FLAG headquarters and you started eating what most people refer to as junk food." Kitt paused. "It isn't healthy for you Michael." He went on kindly.
Michael sighed, looking over a package set of screwdrivers. Kitt was right.
"Michael," Kitt interrupted. "Where are the supplies for fixing the wall?"
Michael smiled towards Kitt's voice modulator just barely peeking from behind the driver's seat.
"I did what you asked, and hired someone to fix it for us." Michael crossed his arms, satisfied.
"How about your washroom?" Kitt added, sounding worried.
"What about it?" Michael asked, concerned about Kitt's sudden change in demeanor as he carefully placed several electric tools in a cardboard box.
"Well, Michael If I could I would fix it for you but I can't, so I was wondering if you could allow them to do it for me," Kitt added, sounding somewhat guilty. "Please Michael, just this once."
Michael gave Kitt a fond smile, taking in Kitt's concern with a thankful heart.
"Sure thing, buddy. I owe it to you, you saved my life. Speaking of which…"
"The pest control took care of it sometime this morning and they've already collected payment," Kitt replied hurriedly.
"Great," Michael replied, over the thump of the trunk door closing. He made his way to the driver's seat and took his usual position rather content.
"Well, let's go home, buddy." He said lastly before the engine came to life and they rumbled down the street.
Kitt was greatly disappointed.
There probably wasn't going to be a nice evening walk.
Michael hadn't turned off the water. Turned out the broken pipes had flooded the entire front yard and driveway, turning it into an absolute swamp. What was worse the ground around the house consisted highly of clay so there was no telling when the water would go away.
Michael had been wading through the thick mess, trying to locate the main shut-off valve tucked away somewhere on the ground for the past hour. He couldn't find it, and Kitt's sensors were having a hard time picking it up under the thick mud.
Kitt watched from a safe distance as Michael got on his knees to feel around along the bottom of the huge puddle. Only to shake his head in displeasure when he didn't find it, he continued to repeat the process over and over again until he was completely soaked and shaking from the bitter cold.
"Michael, you'll get sick like that," Kitt remarked, taking his vitals for probably the hundredth time. "Michael, shouldn't you rest?" Kitt begged, watching Michael tremble against the freezing breeze as he continued to search.
"Kitt if we don't shut it off then this place will continue to flood," Michael explained, sounding frustrated.
"Can we call someone?" Kitt offered, hopeful.
"Nah, buddy this will only take a second." He replied yet again crouching down in the ankle-deep puddle that was slowly turning into possibly a second lake.
"I've heard that one before," Kitt remarked, rather bothered by Michael's negligence to his health.
Kitt watched on, feeling rather useless as Michael continued to search. It was times like these Kitt wished he could drag Michael out of trouble, but without the means of doing so, he could only make use of his speech and persuasion skills to get him out of harm's way.
"Michael, maybe we should-"
"Ah-ha!" Michael cheered over him, sinking his hands into the ankle-deep mud cake. "Found it!"
"Thank goodness," Kitt replied, rather relieved. He watched as Michael turned off the valve satisfied and slowly began approaching him, wading through the sludge covering their front yard.
"Oh, Michael your not thinking of driving like that do you?" Kitt asked, anxiously looking over Michael's completely filthy soaked footwear and pant legs, as he quietly locked the doors and turned on the engine. Michael gasped at Kitt, stopping just in front of his scanner as the rain began to downpour violently.
"Buddy, how do you expect me to clean myself if there isn't any running water?" Michael gestured to the house, strolling and gently ducking under a pine tree for temporary protection from the rain knowing very well what argument was brewing.
Kitt felt sympathetic and guilty watching him struggle against the rain as he continued to tremble from the cold and with a heavy internal sigh...
"Hop in Michael," Kitt remarked, opening the passenger door. Michael gave Kitt a gratified smile quickly to run from under the tree and towards the open door.
"Thanks, buddy," He frowned, noting which door he'd opened as he quickly climbed in. "Uh, Kitt?" He asked, settling himself and closing the door. "Why the passenger side?"
"Because the odds are It'll be easier to clean up," Kitt remarked, trying to hide his displeasure from his driver at the sound of water soaking into the upholstery from Michael's soggy clothes and dripping into the carpet mats.
"Sorry, buddy." Michael sighed, knowing very well what Kitt was thinking. "Oh, Kitt. About that Inn from earlier?" Michael added, sounding rather tired.
"Oh, right away Michael," Kitt replied, tinting the cabin glass and heading off towards the Inn he was more than sure Michael would approve. Maybe it had cost him the passenger seat but anything was worth it for Michael's safety and well-being. It had really been a long day.
It was dark now, the rain hadn't stopped pouring. Kitt was listening to the cars rumbling through the wet puddled-filled streets from the safety of the Hotel parking lot, happy the crashing splashes couldn't reach him where he was. There were loads of cars parked all around him, something he was quite used to by now. They all shimmered under the dimmed lot lights, the small beads of rain sparkling on top of the cars like small stars caught on wax paper. There were many nice cars in the lot giving Kitt something to focus on while Michael was tucked safely under his covers in a warm bedroom inside the hotel on the second floor. They weren't precisely on a mission so there were little to few things to be doing in a hotel lot other than remaining vigilant during the long hours of the night, but at least they didn't have to worry about cat-sized rodents anymore.
As Kitt looked over the various makes and models of the vehicles that would be his neighbors for the coming hours, he bumped into a particularly interesting find. A bright yellow Nissan sports car parked just at the far side of the parking lot, sticking out from the rest like a sore thumb.
Kitt had to admit its model was a whole lot of years younger than himself, of course, it wasn't up to his level of design and genius but it was nevertheless a beautiful car...very attractive…
Kitt jumped, so to speak, from astonishment. What was he saying!? Was his boredom really getting to his system? He thought startled by his notion, quick to run a self-diagnostic as he continued to look over the car. He was one to admire automobile fashion but this was ridiculous. Was he really forming "feelings" for a younger production model that he'd literally just seen?
Still bothered by his thoughts but yet smoldering in boredom he went over the car's pristine condition. It was a very well cared for automobile, and he had to admit it was very gorgeous. The yellow color however wasn't doing it that much justice, he was sure a nice coating of black would give it just the look it deserved.
Then he had the thought.
What would it be like to not be the only one? To be accompanied by another A.I. housed inside another automobile? And he wasn't exactly referring to having a brother like Karr, but rather a companion. His compliment?
His thoughts raced through the thundering rain as he recalled that special moment Michael had shared with Stevie just before everything had fallen apart at their wedding so many years ago. It was half a painful memory and yet, a fond one. He'd seen how Michael and Stevie had complimented each other, how'd they'd grown to form this strong alliance, this bond that could melt the strongest of steels he figured.
A bond that could easily outmatch his and Michael's friendship.
Kitt felt a cold shiver go through his CPU. That had been a terrible thought.
He was aware that Michael loved the young girl more than anything and had wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, just like it was traditionally accustomed for people but it occurred to him...Would she have driven a rift between the two of them? If it was up to Michael, and he could only choose one….would it be Stevie, his greatest Love? Or Kitt, his greatest wingman?
Which one would it be?
Of course, the thought in question was no longer valid as horrible events had taken place, but...would Michael still have taken the effort to bring him along just like he'd done now so many years later? Or was it because he was in second place?
Kitt cautiously turned on the heater defrosting his foggy windshield, pulling his electronic mind away from the dreadful thoughts.
He was resolved to believe that he would have been more than happy to let Michael go. His purpose was to protect Michael's life and his well-being. If his marriage with Stevie was going to extend his happy life then so be it! That's what should have happened.
Kitt felt a pang of pain go through him yet again.
But then without Michael where would he be?
Kitt internally sighed, he was at a stalemate, and what was more...He was worried about something that hadn't happened, about something painful that should have been a blissful outcome. He felt terrible, being so inconsiderate. He would have preferred to have died that day instead, although it would have been very unlikely [having the MBS and all that] he would have preferred to have been the one to perish in place of Stevie. Maybe it wouldn't have been worth much, maybe it wouldn't have solved anything at all. Most likely Michael would still be on the run with her with no protection whatsoever from his behalf but then there was the off chance Bonnie could rebuild him again grander than ever and then that problem would have been resolved quickly.
Maybe Michael would have eventually brought him along. Talked to Devon and Bonnie like he'd done now and convinced them to take him too! He wondered what it would have been like, not just the two of them anymore but the three. Michael, Stevie, and Kitt. What would family life be like? He wondered playfully if Michael would have bought a similar house as now or if with Stevie's influence would have picked a much more complete home. What would Michael's children be like? Would they have been more than glad to include Kitt as another family member?
A sad chord struck him as lightning clapped faintly in the distance, reflecting quietly off of Kitt's gleaming body panels.
None of this was ever going to happen. Stevie was gone and with her all those possibilities. All those dreams.
At least Michael was still here. He could comfort himself with that, Kitt wouldn't be alone to take on this cold and cruel world, neither would Michael. Michael would always cover his back no matter what and Kitt would, for that matter, protect Michael at all costs.
They were best of pals to the road's end.