Zeta: it took a lot longer then i planned to get this chapter finished but i wanted it to be action packed though i appologize if i seemed to rushed things ecpecially in on the scenes reguarding Michael but i couldn't think of anything else but i might just center around MacGyver and a certain salvaged black car for the next one of two chapters. the fourth one might be Michael and Kitt centered (shrugs) i'll have to see where my mind takes me. so hope you enjoy the first chapter it's a long one.

Disclaimer: no i don't claim ownage over Knight Rider or MacGyver they blelong to their respectful creators, i only claim the plot and Mac as well as the fill in OCs...away with you lawyers back i say.

Knight Rider - The Phoenix Knight

Chapter One - Confliction of the mind


"Good-Bye Michael Knight," Pressing a button on the control panel, a man watched as the computer screen read "Program Override activated". The black Trans Am suddenly bolt from where it had been parked.

"Michael, I seem to have lost all control, I can't stop myself."

"Kitt!" Michael Knight stood helpless as his car came barreling towards him helpless to stop. It was a nightmare come to life as the Trans Am programmed to protect its driver at a high speed slam into him, Michael dove onto the hood to lessen the impact as much as he could. Kitt came to a sudden stop causing him to roll off the car and land in a heap, Michael wasn't moving.

As fast as it had happened it was over, the sudden override vanished and control returned to the car as it was left to sit in shock and horror of what had just happened. Scanning the full extent of his driver's injuries the car remained still. Without wasting a moment the A.I of the car contacted FLAG. Kitt was devastated he had hit his driver, he had hit Michael. Slowly the Trans Am rolled closer to its driver only to suddenly pull back a fair distance away refusing to get close for fear of causing further injury to the unconscious man. Kitt's red scanner raced back and forth in worry.

Stunned the AI remained silent replaying what he had done, he had harmed a human. Running multiple scans over his driver as the man's vital signs began dwindling. His whole world had come to a shattering halt. He was devastated and began to back himself into a mental corner trying to block out the world as guilt consumed him. Kitt had harmed his best friend. He would never forgive himself if Michael didn't survive. He would rather be deactivated.


The sterile smell of the hospital caused the grey haired man to grimace upon stepping through the automatic glass door leading from the parking lot. A good man had been emitted there for over a month and chances of him awakening from the coma was becoming slim. But Devon Miles wasn't going to give up on the man. Michael Knight was a reckless person by nature willing to jump headlong into trouble often without thinking it through. This time Michael's recklessness had nothing to do with his condition, something unthinkable happened. The Knight Two Thousand turned on his driver whom he was programmed to protect above even his own preservation. The malfunction was an unforeseeable accident one Devon hoped would never happen again. Chief mechanic Bonnie Barstow could find nothing wrong with Kitt's systems and any evidence of any malfunction couldn't be found. It was beginning to look like K.A.R.R. all over again.

Greeting the many nurses and doctors whom he'd come to know during his many visits, Devon made his way to room 311, a number he hopes to never have to see again. No time to get gloomy, the lad will pull through and be off wasting more of the foundation's money for another mission, smiling at those memories Devon opened the door and stepped inside. Being the gentleman he is Devon politely waved the only other person in the room visiting not to get from her seat. Bonnie, her face was pail from exhaustion, her eyes puffy from crying. It wouldn't seem like Bonnie would ever worry over Michael what with they're constant clashing over the well being of the teams more mechanical member. But Bonnie was a caring woman and even though she may not agree with Michael's decisions when in the field didn't mean she hated the man.

"How are you my dear?" Devon greeted taking her hand as she wiped away a fresh tear.

"I could be better," Bonnie replied giving a small smile as Devon patted her hand before turning to look of at the unconscious man, that smile faded when she looked as well, "I keep expecting him to jump up and say that it was all a joke."

"Yes, I agree, if only we knew what caused Kitt to malfunction like he had." the British man placed a hand on the tearful woman's shoulder in understanding, "do not lose faith my dear, Michael will pull through. For now we must worry about Kitt, we must get to the bottom of this."

"I've gone through his entire program, all of the memory logs, nothing, not a god damn thing!" Devon pulled the distressed woman into his arms as she began to sob once more, if anyone who would be upset about this it would be Bonnie she was part of the team that built the Knight Two Thousand. Kitt's personality was based off her own. "Th-There is nothing wrong! H-he shouldn't have gone against his p-program."

"Shh. It's alright we'll figure it out. We need to stand by Kitt and let him know that we will not abandon him in his time of need for something he is not to blame for and that we'll find out what had happened."

"I hope you're right Devon. I really do."

"As do I, my dear, as do I."

Michael Knight slept peacefully on that hospital bed unaware of the distress and worry that his friends felt over his condition. In his comatose slumber all he knew was that in his mind there is a presence that was familiar and yet foreign. A dark cloud full of guilt, worry and fear.


A new day beginning at the world renowned Phoenix Foundation, exiting an elevator three men in suits made there way toward the main office of the director of the Phoenix. Ignoring cheerful naïve secretaries and assistants the three men stepped inside the office expressions unreadable. Standing with hand behind their backs they waited as the director finished he phone call.

"Yes governor glad to be of assistance, no sir just happy that problem had been solved," chair back turned the director seem almost oblivious to the three men behind as he finished his call, "the Phoenix Foundation has the world's best interest in mind when developing new technologies, thank you sir, anytime, I'll keep in touch, yes good-bye sir."

Hanging up the phone the director turns his chair to face his visitors with a frown of disgust, "Damn politicians getting their noses in places they don't belong, came close to being discovered, it was dumb luck that we were able to pin the blame on that car thief."

"Yes sir, with his criminal record nothing he says will help him." The center shorter man said confidently.

"Idiot, don't get smug with me it was your stupidity that nearly had us caught." The director frown's turned into a sharp and pointed scowl immediately pinning a glare at the man. "Especially with that stunt Marley pulled with that new car of FLAG's a month ago. Damn moron forced my hand into hiding our acquired treasure for a month as well."

"I'm sorry sir it won't happen again," the man said shakily swallowing a few times.

"Be sure that you don't or I'll hand you personally to the police," the director expression returned to a neutral one, "Now what did you do with the machine?"

"It was hidden at a local junkyard out of sight from prying eyes," the man replied the two men behind him shifted nervously, "the men and I went to get it just this morning like you asked."

"And where is it now?" the man cleared his throat as the men behind him glanced at each other. They didn't go unnoticed. "Daniels where is the car!"

"Uh…it was taken."

"What! By who? I want a name Daniels."

"It was taken by some scavenger looking for a car," Daniels replied, "some local girl according to the yard owner."

"Is there a name?"

"Uh he said it was MacGyver."

"What?!"

"That's what the owner said some young girl that went by as MacGyver," Daniels signaled one of the men behind him. Stepping forward the man placed an old camera that had been repaired using a rubber band and a paperclip. The director scowl returned. "What should I do about it sir?"

"What do you think you idiot find this girl bring her here and get the car, last thing we need is FLAG finding out." Without another word the three men left the office leaving the director to his thoughts. Turning the chair back around the director scowl remained. "MacGyver even dead you still get in my way, well we'll see who this girl really is."


The sound of soft rock drifted into the streets from the open door of a small garage. Happily humming along the young owner of the garage danced around the black glimmering beauty that had been in her full attention for the past month. Grinning slightly as an annoyed growl mixed in with the music, she ducked back under the hood leaning over the prow of the car.

"Am I Annoying you?" she smirked at she received another growl in reply, "good, consider this payback for hitting me yesterday."

"I did not want you messing with something your intelligence can't possibly understand." The baritone voice growled, "Last thing I need is to have a repeat of that menial repair of my alpha circuit."

"Well excuse me I didn't have a spare alpha circuit on hand, a paperclip made a decent temporary connection." The annoyed growl continued, "Oh give me a break Karr, I'm doing the best I can. You're lucky I was able to get you a suitable replacement."

"I would prefer a new alpha circuit not something that was pulled from a common stereo. It is highly insufficient."

"You make do with what you got, it's what my dad told me," Stepping back from under the hood the young woman put back the tool she used and shut the car hood. The amber light traveled back and forth along its scanner band at a rapid pace showing the vehicle's annoyance, "could have been worse."

"How could it have been worse?"

"I could have just used duct tape," she laughed right out loud when Karr rev his engine.

"Hey MacGyver!" hearing her name Mac looked up from the car to the large bay door of the garage. Walking in was a boy in his early teen hood, a good kid, just thinks he's tougher then nails and can take on the whole world. He spent most weekends helping out at the garage but the past month he had been out of town visiting relatives.

"Hey Toni, how was your trip?" Mac asked greeting the lad.

"Ah it was boring, but uncle Vinny got me this nifty slingshot just like Dennis the menace," Toni proceeded to show his new toy. "I can shoot all sorts of things with it. Oh wow is that your car, Mac?"

Smiling Mac turned around as the boy practically ran to the black Trans Am eyes as round as dinner plates. Picking up the dropped slingshot she joined the young boy as he continued to admire the car.

"Where'd you get it, MacGyver?"

"You wouldn't believe me," chuckling as Toni seem to pout at her response, Mac immediately covered her eyes as she handed the forgotten slingshot back to the lad, "All right, all right I'll tell you, quit giving me that look."

Instantly brightening the young boy took back his toy, "So where you get it? Did you kill someone to get it? My uncle Sonny knows lots of ways to hide bodies so the cops don't find them. I can get him to help."

"That's…not necessary Toni, uh…thanks for the offer," Mac said picking up a polish rag and began wiping down the Trans Am, "anyway like I said you won't believe me."

"Tell me already, Mac," Toni pleaded causing the light brunette to laugh.

"All right I said I would didn't I, anyway I found him out in old man Pierce's Junk yard a month ago."

"What? No way. It looks brand new."

"Believe what you will I found this car in the junk yard under a pile of rusted metal and junk." Mac continued polishing.

"Golly, it's a real cool car, Mac. Can I go for a ride in it?"

"Another time Toni I need to go into to town for a few things."

"Okay. Oh that's right I came here to tell ya, there some guys in suits asking around for you." Toni said suddenly as he was walked to the door. "They kind of look like guys I see at uncle Gino's. They gave me five dollars to tell you."

"You shouldn't take money from people you don't know, Toni. Did they say who they were?" the older woman asked gaining a confused look.

"No just that they'll be around Duffy Park for awhile." Toni replied stuffing his toy in his back pocket and took off down the street, "See ya later, MacGyver."

"Bye, Toni." Mac turned to the silent Trans Am with a questioning look, "Think I should go see those guys?"

The black car remained silent. The music in the background seemed to fade away. Shrugging Mac shut off the stereo grabbed her jacket. Tying her long wavy blond hair into a low ponytail she climbed into the driver seat. Starting the engine, the room erupting in a mix of turbine whine and a six cylinder roar, Mac piloted the car out of the garage and headed into town.


The beeping and droning sounds of the hospital has become an accustomed background noise to the head of the Foundation of Law and Government. Devon miles had stayed behind when Bonnie left earlier that afternoon to check on Kitt whom hadn't spoken a word when he was denied deactivation. That request was the most heart wrenching one. The events of that day must have been so devastating for the AI. to seek out death in a mechanical sense as a choice.

"Mr. Miles?" a doctor called quietly as he entered the room instantly recognizing the grayed haired man that stood by the hospital bed.

"Please call me Devon," Devon answered moving from where he stood to greet the doctor, "any word on how is condition is fairing?"

"Stable that is the good thing, but so far no changes."

"Oh," Devon seemed crestfallen at the news but he knew that in situations like this there isn't a whole lot that can be done.

"But results of his CAT scan came back with rather unusual results so we did an x-ray to get a better look." The doctor pulled out an x-ray filament sheet and clipped it to the glow board and pointed to an odd shape within the skull. "We can't seem to figure out what it is but we believe it's a microchip."

"A microchip?" Devon gave the doctor a shocked and confused look, "any idea on how it gotten there?"

"It was surgically implanted and from the scarring it's roughly been in place for maybe three or four years." Devon's eyes couldn't get any larger from the news, four years was how long Michael had been known as Michael Knight. He couldn't think of any explanation for the latest development for Wilton hadn't mentioned any of it to him. "and there is another thing you might find interesting, in his state Michael's brain waves should be at a stable and low active state sometimes patients have a few spikes of activity every so often kind of like when you're dreaming. Well in Michael's case it doesn't stop it's at a constant high level of activity that you would normally see in someone who is awake and alert or someone who say is talking to another person."

"Is there any reason for this heightened brain activity?" Devon asked.

"We can't think of anything but it may be a good sign that he's recovering and may come out of the coma." The doctor replied placing the x-ray sheet back in the medical folder labeled Michael Knight. "I'll keep you posted if anything changes, now you go home and get some rest."

"Yes, yes, your quite right, I could use a nights rest," Devon and the doctor exited the room leaving the still sleeping man to himself, "Thank you Doctor please keep me informed. I shall be back tomorrow afternoon."

"I will Devon, take care." Devon walked through the hallways and out the lobby and headed to his car that sat waiting in the spot it had been left. Devon wouldn't normally have left Michael alone but he needed to get some information on that microchip that was implanted within Michael's skull directly connected to his brain. He also needed to check on how Kitt and Bonnie were fairing.


The repetition of fingers tapping on the gull wing steering wheel continued for the twentieth minute. For a moment it seemed it had finally stopped only in turn to start all over again. At first it was tapped in a slight rhythm then soon just became a steady beat. The blonde woman was in deep thought, and tapping seemed to be what she does when thinking. In truth she was thinking but she was also nervous, who would be asking about her? Suddenly the ever shifting train of thought derailed and exploded into nothing as an annoyed voice growled cutting into the silence.

"Will you quit that?" the baritone voice growled out, annoyance radiated in waves startling the blonde, "if I have to listen to that aggravating tapping I'll activate the eject system and not care where you land."

"I'm sorry, Karr, I hadn't realized I was…I'll stop," the young woman placed her hands in her lap as she leaned back in the seat. The blonde's quiet response surprised the AI, he had fully expected a retort or some sarcastic remark, even a joke but her voice had a nervous edge to it. Seeing this side of the girl had Karr uncharacteristically concerned. "I'm just trying to decide if I should see those men that were looking for me or not."

"Why would these humans bother you?" Karr questioned keeping his voice as uncaring as normal while his scanners were directed to his driver. The information returning was not pleasing the Trans Am and it was annoying.

"Well it's..." Mac began explaining only to stop mid sentence and giving a cover smile to the voice module as if it was where the AI was able to see not realizing that he was fully capable to see within his interior from anywhere with his scanners, "Never mind lets head over to the park and spy on these guys before I talk to them."

With that said the black car was guided away from the curb by the blonde and headed down the street. Once arriving to the park, Mac stopped at a spot where she was able to oversee the area but would not be seen by anyone in the landscaped and playground filled space. Pulling out a pair of binoculars she stepped out of the black car and sat on the edge of the hood as she scanned the many visitors until finally spotting the three men in suits. None of them looked familiar except from maybe some mob movies but otherwise they looked like normal business men. Maybe she was getting worked up for nothing. Finally coming to a decision Mac turned back to the still open driver side door and tossing the binoculars onto the passenger seat, she made her way towards the men. Knowing full well that she can't assume that the men are harmless just by their appearance she remained cautious and made notes of where she could run or hide.

"I'll be right back," Mac said patting the ebony hood, walking away towards the courtyard on the opposite side of the park.

The amber light paced back and forth scanning the crowd for the men and keeping an eye on the girl. He had grown attached to the blonde woman during the month in her care. After being betrayed and tossed into a junk yard by those who promised to help him after the incident back at Knight Industries, Karr didn't trust so easily and made that very clear to Mac and she accepted that fact. She had been surprised to find that the supposed scrapped car was in excellent condition and that it had an artificial intelligence computer controlling the vehicle.

As crude as the girl's maintenance of him had been, Karr liked the young woman for her personality and independence. He was to say the least shocked that she had given him the freedom and chance to leave if he ever so chose too. MacGyver, he never bothered to find out why she was referred by her surname, had told him that she trusted him even after Karr told her that he was capable of harming her without a second thought if she were to be a threat, Mac understood that. That had been the first week of his arrival to the do-it-herself-er's shop and she already trusted the AI. He would never understand how the girl thinks, but he was indebted to the blonde for rescuing him from that Hell called a junk yard.

Returning from his thoughts, Karr followed his female acquaintance as she made her way toward three men casually sitting at a chess courtyard. Something from his memory had caused for multiple scans of the men's faces. His system seemed to skip a sequence when his facial recognition program placed names to the faces. He mentally growled for not having a way to contact the girl, Karr could only watch as Mac made her way to the men the black car recognized as the men that betrayed him. Activating his autopilot he made his way closer as he tried to pick up the conversation between the men and his driver.


The two hired muscle continued to play their twentieth or was it the thirtieth chess game, while Kevin Daniels grew impatient. They had asked the entire town, everyone he had spoken to knew MacGyver, but none of them would tell him where to find her. So he was left with having a message passed to the girl to meet him and his men at the park. Four hours had passed since paying that little Italian brat that talked constantly. He suddenly slammed his hands onto the chess table startling his men and causing a few game pieces to fall over. Where was MacGyver?!

"Excuse me I was told that you were looking for me," spoke a voice clearly a young woman though not a high feminine tone, catching Daniels off guard for a moment. Turning around he was surprised to see a girl roughly in her early twenties. Her blonde wavy hair tied back at the base of her neck, wearing faded jeans, a multi-coloured striped shirt most likely a t-shirt and a aged brown leather jacket, her blue eyes stared intently at Daniels reminding him of a man that had been a member of the Phoenix Foundation when Pete Thornton had been in charge. "The name's MacGyver, what can I do for ya?"

Quickly regaining his composure, the short man in his forties Mac assumed, spoke, "Yes Miss MacGyver, Did you recently come into possession of a black car from the local junk yard about a month ago?"

"I'm not sure I understand, why would you be interested in my salvaging an old car?" Mac asked growing uneasy about the unexpected question, "Who are you anyway?"

"My name is Kevin Daniels these are my associates, Joseph Gravelle and Scott Johnston. We're from the Phoenix Foundation," Daniels noticed the girl's expression change momentarily when he mentioned the company name, but she quickly covered it with a blank expression as she listened, "and a black car that matched the description of the one we were told you had towed from Mr. Peirce's junk yard one month ago, is under investigation."

"What kind of investigation?" Mac kept her face neutral, the moment the Phoenix Foundation was mentioned mental red flags were raised.

"You see a black Trans Am was recently stolen and we tracked it down to be hidden within the junk yard." Daniels answered. Unknown to them the mentioned vehicle was eavesdropping.

"I'm sorry but I'm not sure what Mr. Pierce told you but I only salvaged a black Jeep last month and it's sitting still gutted in my garage," the blonde girl said calmly trying to throw the men off. Anyone from the Phoenix Foundation wasn't to be trusted, Pete Thornton had told her before he was killed, and Mac knew it wasn't an accident. "I never saw a Trans Am when I was there. Sorry for sounding rude but I have things I need to get done before this evening and need to excuse myself. It was nice meeting you Mr. Daniels I hope you find that missing car."

MacGyver turned around to leave not seeing the two larger men get to their feet and signaled by Daniels. Grabbing both her arms, Mac was lead from the courtyard to an awaiting car. "What?! Hey let me go what do you think you're doing?" Mac exclaimed as she struggled to get away from her captors.

"You see Miss MacGyver you're coming with us weather you have the car or not." Daniels said with a pleased grin as the blonde girl continued to struggle as she was pushed into the gray for door sedan. Everything paused at the loud roar of a highly tuned engine. The said car came barreling around the corner towards the gray vehicle, only to stop only a few feet away. "Scott get the car, Joe get the girl inside now!"

The burly red hair man got out from the driver seat and made his way to the recent arrival. The amber scanner raced back and forth going through scenarios to help, as much as he hated to, the blonde girl without risking his own shell, even if the metal alloy was indestructible. The Trans Am jolted forward causing the approaching man to side step away from the car's prow. The AI mentally smirked at the pitiful human as he tried yet again to get to the driver side only to jump back when the vehicle jolt forward.

Mac continued to struggle against the man called Joe's grip. She wasn't worried about herself getting taken, her only concern was the black beast that was currently trying to save her or get back at these men, she didn't care which ever choice it was. The young woman had heard Karr's story about what ever past he felt she needed to hear, it wasn't a whole lot but what she did learn was that he was used to do unthinkable things including killing humans. Karr was programmed for self preservation and isn't above harming anyone to protect himself. He didn't need a keep what the troubled and hurt AI needed was a support he could rely on even if it was for small things. He needed to be shown that not everyone would use him for their own reasons. She decided that day when the AI had told her he would run her down if he had to in order to protect himself that she would toss caution to the wind and give the Trans Am her full trust. It was a risky move but hopefully that would work.

Now Mac gave up on saving herself, turning her attention to the intelligent vehicle that she called her friend. So she fought and struggled with her captor trying to call out to sports car. She wanted him to run and forget her. She wanted him to save himself as his programming is no doubt was screaming at him to do.

"Scott stop playing around and get the car." Scott gave a look that clearly said 'what do you think I'm doing?' Daniels gave the man an angry look and shouted, "I don't what you have to do just get it!"

"NO! Run Karr!" Mac called out once against pushing the man holding her from the sedan a she looked at the still taunting vehicle his turbine engine practically screaming as the amber scanner stopped pacing and fully lit up at the blonde girl's plea. "Get out of here Karr! They'll hurt you again, run!"


As if his programming had kicked him his self preservation system responded in full force. And his thoughts battled for control. Out loud he roared.

These men will hurt him.

But the girl needs my help.

I will not be used again.

Run while you can.

But the girl.

Aggravated at his inner conflict Karr resigned to following the next command of his system. Shifting in to reverse he ran. Ignoring the speed limit, Karr ran. Already blocks away he was regretting his decision which only fueled his anger, he did not care for that female. But she had trusted him even if he didn't return the sentiment. His conscience battled against his programming. He needed to protect himself over his driver. That last thought startled the AI. He had been referring to the girl as his driver not some meat-bag that he could use. Again program priorities conflict against each other. He had to place his self preservation over his driver but his driver is part of him therefore fell under self preservation. Letting out a frustrated sigh Karr came to a full stop in the middle of the street. Idling Karr thought, his scanner racing back and forth rapidly. Only moments after stopping, he shifted into gear and headed down the road turning without slowing at the next intersection. He had made his decision.


Mac stared after the retreating black form, feeling a mix of relief and betrayal. She had told him to run but some small part of her thought the Trans Am would have stayed to help her. But she ignored it, the blonde place her friends over her own safety and Karr was very much her friend even if the friendship was one sided. She was brought roughly back to the present in the form of being shoved into the gray car.

"That was very stupid of you MacGyver," Daniels said pulling a gun out from under his blazer pointing it to her side as he sat next to the blonde girl. Mac was helpless as the car started down the road. At least she saved Karr, Mac thought to herself reassuringly as she steeled herself for what was to come preparing for anything.


Zeta: there you go once action pact first chapter, i know the OC/Karr partner been down to death but i think of this relationship more of an acquaintance then a full blon partnership...we'll just see how things go. i'll try to get the next chapt done soon so stay tuned!

PLZ R&R to keep a certain renegade AI from maiming me...also the bunnies are hungry