Part 4: Miss Knight

Around 9:45 in the morning, Michael and Devon arrived at the hospital to pick up the little girl named Cira with the last name of Landers.

Michael quietly approached her room while Devon was signing papers such as adoption forms.

"Daddy, you came back." The little girl said, looking much more alive, and maybe happy to see him?

"Yes, child; I did. KITT, Devon, April and I are taking care of you from now on." Michael said at the emergency room door way.

Cira's new energy seemed to suddenly be radiating with happiness.

"I'm glad I have somewhere to go," she said.

"Excuse me," a nurse said politely from behind Michael and entered with a wheel chair with a set of cruches laid across the chair. She approached Cira. "How are you feeling today? Two nice men are going to take care of you and you won't have to be here for a long time."

Cira smiled. "I feel much better."

"Good. I'm glad to hear it," the nurse said, and helped Cira into the wheel chair.

"I hope you don't mind carrying those," the nurse said. "She can't take the wheel chair with her. Cruches will suffice. If she needs one because of her broken right arm due to putting too much weight on it from walking with the cruches, give the front desk a call and we can easily arrange a wheel chair for her."

Michael nodded. "I'll remember that."

Devon was at the front desk. He had just turned in all the papers.

"That was more paper work than I've ever completed in years." He shakes his head, somewhat amazed.

Michael walked side by side with the nurse who was pushing Cira, both approaching Devon.

She stopped a good yard away from Devon.

"She's free to go," the nurse said.

"All right then," Devon said. He knelt down and smiled kindly at Cira. "Good morning Cira, I'm Devon. How are you feeling?"

"Much better," she said.

"Glad to get out of that bed and the white room?" Michael asked.

She nodded confidently.

"That's good to hear." Devon replied and stood up.

They thanked the nurse, checked out, and headed towards the parking lot. Just outside Michael stopped to put up the wheel chair where a bunch of other extras were stored, and let Cira use her cruches. Luckily she managed with them, and she didn't complain too much about her arm hurting from using the cruches because apparently the bone had been broken at the elbow. It wasn't needed for Cira when she walked with the cruches. In a matter of seconds as they walked to KITT she adjusted to them quickly with out complaining or struggling.

Cira stopped the moment she saw KITT. It looked so much like the car that caused the crash she couldn't move, and she just stared at it. Not realizing she had stopped, Devon and Michael kept on walking another few paces before they realized she had stopped suddenly. They turned around.

"This car won't hurt you." Michael assured her in a calm voice.

"I don't want to go with you," Cira said.

"Why?" Michael asked, walking up to her slowly.

"Because now I know I was right. It looks almost like the other TransAm." She pointed at KITT. A tear fell on her face. That car had killed the very last person in her family. And now she was what was left. She hated that car.

KITT stayed silent.

Devon and Michael completely understood now why Cira was so afraid, whether or not she had known the differences between KITT and KARR so well.

"Cira, if the car and I were the ones that killed your aunt, we wouldn't be here. Remember that." Michael said.

Cira whimpered. She bit her lip and nodded. Michael felt a little better, more sure that she understood that was a reason to try and trust them a bit more.

"It's all right. I can assure you that we won' hurt you," KITT spoke.

Cira's eyes grew wide.

"Daddy…." She stood there, her gaze switching between Michael, Devon, and at KITT.

"Yes?"

"It just spoke!" she laughed, but tears were present in her eyes. "The Trans-Am just SPOKE! Cars can't speak, can they?"

"They certainly can. You met your first." KITT said.

She stood there, the left corner of her mouth quivering from utter shock.

"How do you know your cars so well, Cira?" Devon asked, looking amazed that she knew what a Pontiac was.

"My Dad loved cars. I learned everything about them from him." Cira replied.

"Everything?"

"Not really." Cira corrected. "But I know a lot of the many kinds, years, and types. I learned a lot of it before he and mommy died. I'd know even more now if he hadn't."

"I'm sure we can help you learn more." Michael said, smiling. He too, realized he was quite amazed at this little girl's almost un-naturally immense interest in cars.

"Well," Devon said. "We'd like to get you to your new home. We can stop by your house to get your things later. Are you ready?"

Cira's uncertain, debating gaze fell upon KITT again.

"It'll be all right," Michael assured her. "KITT won't hurt you as he said. Would you like to sit in the front seat with me?" he asked, wondering if that would make her feel better.

She looked hesitant at first, but then figured she might as well TRY to let go of her fears, since Cira naturally loved cars. She nodded vigorously, looking happy once again.

"Looks like you'll have to sit in the back," Michael said to Devon.

"That's fine," Devon said. "I'm glad it makes Cira feel better that she sits in the front."

Michael could tell despite her memories from the crash, she had an immense interest in KITT. He was sure any car expert/lover would surely dream of having a ride in the front passenger seat of a great car like KITT, let alone the back seat.

Cira was amazed with KITT. There were so many buttons! There was one button she was so curious about she had to ask.

"Daddy, what's that button do?" she pointed at it.

"That's the turbo boost. Whatever you do, resist all temptation from pushing it!"

"Why?"

Michael couldn't help but smile from amusement. This girls curiosity about how KITT worked almost made him laugh! He was glad she could maintain her self from trying to experimentally pushing a couple buttons with out permission. When he was better, he ought to take her out for a demo ride, to show her what KITT could do. But that would have to when she was a little older.

He leaned on the window to try and hide the smile as he rested his left elbow and rested his hand on his chin.

"Because it makes me move at astounding speeds." KITT replied.

"Woooow." Cira exclaimed. Her eyes twinkled with amazement. "How fast?"

"Above 200 on a straight path." KITT said.

"I don't know any car that can go that fast. Few sports cars go faster than between 120 to 200 tops." Cira replied.

"See, you're already learning more." Devon said.

Cira continued to look at the controls, and occasionally back outside, not worrying about so much now.

"One thing we can show you," KITT suddenly pointed out. "Is that I can drive for Michael. Show her, Michael."

KITT took over the moment his hands were off the steering wheel.

Cira was uneasy those first few minutes as KITT drove along the high way, successfully changing lanes free from Michael's commands completely. Having her aunt drive the car with both hands all the time, it was a very shocking fact alone to see a car drive itself for the very first time. Soon enough, Cira started to enjoy the ride and relaxed.

"We're almost there," KITT said as he chose an exit that would lead them to the outskirts of FLAG's property.

"Aww." Cira whined. "That was one of the best rides I've ever had in a long time."

"Don't worry, you live with us now, remember?" Michael said.

Cira nodded. She looked really happy.

Michael hoped things would stay happy for Cira, though one never could be certain. Cira had many MANY years ahead of her living with them.

KITT parked for them in his garage, and the three of them left.

"Bye KITT, I'll come back later." Michael said.

"Okay. Bye Cira." KITT replied.

"Bye KITT," Cira waved and hobbled along after Devon and Michael.

The place was huge! Cira felt so small! Cira's eyes wandered about the building's brick exterior, and wondered how many rooms it held with in it. She wondered why all the space was necessary but it was easily pushed out of the child's mind, for her attention was mostly focused on just the property's sheer size.

They led her to a spacious room, where she would stay from now on. Cira was amazed at all the rooms and work rooms alike that they had passed on all the levels of the building. It made her wonder just what this place really was. To a little girl like her, living in this place for the first time and standing before the site of it all was quite baffling to her imagination.

"Make yourself at home, Cira." Devon said. "Rest up a bit, and we'll show you around later."

"Okay," Cira replied, sitting on the edge of her bed.

Devon left the room, with Michael following.

"Michael?" Cira asked.

"Yes?"

"Are you my new father?"

Michael nodded slowly.

"Yes," he said. "You're last name is now Knight."

"Night? Like the night sky?"

"It's spelled like the 'warrior knight'." Michael corrected.

"Oh." She paused a moment.

"Can you sit down with me for a bit?" she asked suddenly.

"Sure." Michael replied. Michael sat down next to her on the large bed.

"The other car was a Pontiac too. I remember." She told him, looking at the floor. "But I think it had a silver bottom. Your car is a lot different from it."

"That's good to hear. I remember you telling me that the first time." Michael said smiling. But at the same time, it wasn't good to hear. For some reason, Michael felt uneasy about the idea that the car looked like KITT but didn't at the same time.

"Well, we'll talk about it later. I don't want to ruin your fun, it being your first day here."

"It's okay. It was probably just another car like yours."

"Like KITT…" Michael thought.

There WAS KARR, but Michael didn't want to get Cira thinking about another car just like KITT right away.

"Is that it's name?"

"Yes."

Cira nodded, understanding.

"At least I know it wasn't' your car." Cira replied. "KITT's nice."

"I'm glad to hear it," Michael said smiling.

"Thank you for saving me and giving me a place to stay," Cira said, hugging Michael. He was surprised, but he'd probably have to get used to it, so in response he put his arms around her shoulders in his own embrace.

"You're very welcome, but it was Devon's idea of letting you stay with us." He admitted. "So you can thank him too."

"I will," she let go of him.

Michael patted her on the head and then stood up to leave.

"Well kid, I'll let you relax. I'll see you later." Michael said, and walked out the door.

Michael looked and acted so much like her dad! All of a sudden Cira wanted to cry.

"Okay daddy." Cira replied before he was gone.

Cira crawled more towards the middle of the bed and tried to fall asleep, and eventually, she fell asleep peacefully.