Part 9 of 'Burn' A CMAU fic By Numnut 29 - 31 Jan 2007 <_What were you
thinking?! The AI paused a moment, hesitating, before retreating and throwing up the familiar privacy blocks behind him. Kitt sighed and, turning, surfaced to check on Nick. -o-o-o- Time heals, mostly, but it does not erase the mind of an AI. Nick woke up with a splitting headache. He found Kitt sitting next to him, those brown eyes of his assessing his condition. "How are you feeling?" "Did you get the license plate of the truck?" He sat up slowly, gently cradling his head with one hand. <Karr?> The AI sent a wave of concern and apology, but he didn't approach. <What happened?> "You were both foolish, that's what happened." Nick looked up. Kitt was still eyeing him, but his expression was calm, even if his words were sharp. And Nick realised his partner was trembling behind his shields. "What happened?" Kitt wasn't the only one who could bite. "Karr picked up a parasite program and thought he could handle it. He couldn't. It attacked you and he was forced to ask for help." Those eyes bore into him. "But you knew the majority of that, didn't you?" Nick's expression must have twitched, because the AI didn't give him time to answer. "Why didn't you ask?" Nick had known something was wrong, but....why hadn't he asked? "You were injured. Michael was injured." "So? Putting yourselves at risk solved that how?" Nick's lips thinned. He was not used to being challenged by the AI. Michael, yes, but he could dismiss Michael. Kitt.... "You endangered all of us. I thought your mission was to protect us?" Nick glared, anger flaring as Karr's flared with it. "We do what is necessary." God, his head hurt. "And you doubt mine and Michael's ability to do the same." The AI glared at him. "Where is the trust you claim to have in us, Nick? I nearly lost Michael. I did not need to nearly lose the both of you as well." And the AI's voice cracked, his eyes flashing. "Don't do it again." The android stood, Kitt biting his lip as he stared down at Nick. "Karr is injured, but recovering." His eyes flickered away. "I need to attend to Michael." He turned and left, climbing the stairs. Nick stared after him. <He is hurting.> He turned his attention to his partner. <And you?> Karr had removed some of the blocks and he could see the AI's state. White interwove with his inherent darkness. <Kitt?> <He did what I couldn't.> <I said you should have asked him.> The AI grumbled at him wordlessly for a moment, but relented. <I'm sorry, Nick.> There was shame. <We survived.> <Due to Kitt.> Nick sighed. Yes, due to Kitt. -o-o-o- Michael didn't want him to go and he doubted Nick or Karr had any say in the matter, but Kitt was adamant. The Trans Am would protect him and of all of them, he was the least vulnerable. Michael sighed and gave in, but only because he suspected that the AI had an ulterior motive for leaving to collect supplies. He needed some time to himself. So he had let him go. Michael still couldn't get out of bed without assistance. It was as frustrating as all hell and it made him snappy and irritable. Kitt snapped back if he went too far, but for the most part, bore his grumbling. But at least he could now speak to do that grumbling, though his voice was gravely and at times hoarse. Nick and Karr stayed away unless absolutely necessary. Kitt was still angry with the both of them and he suspected their scarcity was a result of that. So he was a little surprised when he heard a soft knock and Nick poked his head around the door. "Hey." "Hey." The former agent's face bore its usual guarded expression, but he appeared edgy as he entered the room. Michael eyed him. "What's up?" "How's Kitt?" "Still angry." Nick sighed. "How's Karr?" "Better." He paused. "I have some information and you're not going to like it." Michael sat up straighter in the bed, mentally throwing up shields. He didn't like Nick's tone, much less what he was likely to say next. Kitt inquired briefly, but Michael shushed him and set up a block between them. His partner didn't need any more worry. He knew he'd pay for that later. "Go ahead." Nick leant back against the dresser. "There is no trace of Elizabeth Knight. If I hadn't seen the woman for myself, I would have to say she doesn't exist. However, on a hunch I checked on the case you and Kitt were working prior to this." His lips thinned slightly. "The two thieves you were after were found in a dumpster on the other side of town with their throats slit." Michael's eyes widened. Damn. "Bait." "To lure you out." "How?" "As far as I can tell, they were as set up as you were. Through her connection with Tsombe Kuna, she had ample access to the necessary resources." "Kuna's dead." Nick arched an eyebrow. "Yes, he is, but his movement is not." Michael thought about that for a moment. "She wants us for Garthe? But you, what did she want with you?" "Jennifer was her daughter as much as Garthe was her son." Michael's eyes widened. "But you didn't..." "No, we didn't, but it appears we did enough." "By why didn�t they just kill us? A single bullet would do it." How true was that. One bullet would take more than one life in this family. "With Kitt around all the time? I highly doubt they could manage it. As it is, I think it was potluck that Kitt wasn't home when they fired on the barn. No, the first volley was only to attract our notice." Michael stared at him a moment. "You. It was the only way they could get you to surface." A slight and unpleasant smile. "There is only one thing that will unalterably grab our attention.' "Kitt and I." Michael's voice drifted off, anger mixed with shock. "Damn." "Once we appeared, all they had to do was separate Karr and I and pick us off one by one." "Damn!" Bastards. "We had an advantage, however." Michael looked up at the ex-agent. "Kitt?" "I don't think they realised he was in the android. They expected Karr, but not Kitt. They most likely planned to snare him in the network that caught Karr, but he didn't go in. Instead, he physically broke in to retrieve me." "And that threw their plans out the window." "They didn't expect a third humanoid operative, much less the android." Michael sighed. "So where does that leave us now?" "Now we both retreat, lick our wounds and get ready for the next round." But there was something in Nick's expression. "What aren't you telling me?" Nick's eyes traced the ceiling and followed the wall down to the floor before again latching onto Michael. "The program that injured Karr - it was written by Berio. Either him or a protege." "Marco Berio?!" Fuck. "How the hell?" "Again, there is no trace. Apparently he died in jail the same as Elizabeth Knight. The records have been altered. Karr is in the system looking for signature code as we speak." "Do you have any idea what he did to Kitt?! If Kitt finds out-" "He knows. He was the one who told Karr. That was how he was so easily able to defeat the invading program. He already possessed the countermeasures after the previous attempt." Kitt hadn't told him. He swore again. "Michael. Don't." The injured man looked up at Nick. "What?" "He is quite capable of handling himself. He has proven as much over the last few days." Michael bristled. "He shouldn't have to. I'm the one-" "To what? Take all the punishment? Fight the bad guys?" "No, Kitt does the same." "But he doesn't does he?" "He does!" "Not. You always step up for the sacrifice Michael. In the past, you had no choice. Kitt couldn't act as an agent in all aspects. Now....he can." Michael looked away. "You have to let him be what he wants to be." Michael had the impression Nick was saying it as much for himself as Michael. "It is hard." Michael glared at him a minute, before looking down at the covers. He shifted on the bed. "I hate it." "I know how it feels." "Do you?" "We do." And immediately Michael realised Nick wasn't speaking about just Kitt anymore. He was speaking about his own instinctive protectiveness of both Michael and Kitt. Particularly Kitt. "Perhaps we have been over protective. Of Kitt. Of the both of you." Michael waved it away. "Nick, we've been through this all before. I understand. Kitt understands." "Perhaps, but at the same time, I think he needs to know that we also have a great deal of....confidence in him." Nick looked slightly uncomfortable. "He risked everything for Karr and I." He looked at the floor, as if suddenly finding his footwear fascinating. "He even risked you." Michael stared at the man. "Yes?" "He risked you. His partner." "Yeah, so? Did you expect anything less? Both of you have done the same for us on multiple occasions, why should we feel any different?" Nick didn't answer. "We're family, Nick." The ex-agent didn't look up for a moment and Michael wondered what Karr had to say about that. The AI had never been particularly accepting of Kitt's driver, but then the feeling had been mutual. Their encounter the other day...it had just seemed right at the time to reach out. "Thank you." It was quiet and Michael barely heard it. Michael smirked just slightly. "What are you talking about? You started it." Nick looked up and smiled just slightly. "It was your irresistible charm, no doubt." Michael grinned. "No doubt." -o-o-o- Kitt slammed the accelerator down hard and the Knight Industries Two Thousand growled, eating the road before it. He revelled in the expression of emotion. The engine had always run in tune to what he was feeling. As reflective as the heartbeat of a human, its beat swelled in anger, whimpered in fear and snarled at the enemy. And despite his separation from the vehicle, he still felt it. And it was growling. He was angry. He had to admit it. At Nick, Karr and Michael. They all tried to protect him from a world he was well aware of being less than kind. He had the experience. He had the knowledge. Yet still they hid information from him, worried about him and stood in the line of fire to protect him from injury. Even when they couldn't. He sighed. He was angry. But he also understood. Reluctantly, but ultimately he understood simply because he felt the same. And his anger was fleeting. Each member of his family had been placed in some kind of danger during this attack and he had felt for all of them. He had kept information from them, worried about them and stood in the line of fire to protect them from injury. There hadn't been anything else he could have done. Love had its demands. And control was an illusion. Driving the Trans Am was subtly different from driving the Ferrari. The response time was several microseconds faster, the acceleration just a touch stronger and the view....the view was magnificent. He hit the road into the hills again, interfacing with the onboard computer, stretching himself out into the enhanced sensors, feeling the asphalt under the tyres, inhaling the air and enjoying the thrum of turbines beneath the hood. Michael was healing slowly and it was a relief. Nick was spending his time buried in his computer, often dragging Karr in after him in pursuit of the people who had done this to them. Karr was also recovering, the white streaks in his visage almost gone and his attitude alive and biting. Kitt smiled slightly. His brother changed, but somehow he didn't. He hit a curve and spun the wheel. Specialised rubber left black smudges on the asphalt. The sun was long gone, a faint glow of the western horizon its only remnant. It had been a long, but fruitful day. He had finally had his melted hair replaced. Another relief. Michael had started referring to him as his 'little scarecrow'. If his partner had been in better health, he might have dug him in the ribs. He had also visited the remains of the barn. The sight had caught his processors. Everything was gone. A pile of ash, broken brickwork and mangled metal was all that was left. He and Michael had yet to decide exactly what they were going to do next. Money wasn't much of a problem, but sentimentality was. It wasn't safe to return there to live, no matter how much they wanted to. "We can rebuild it, we have the technology." Michael's eyes had sparkled at him the first time he had brought the subject up, and Kitt was yet again left to marvel at his partner's ability to remain positive despite everything. They would rebuild it. Perhaps not there, but somewhere. And it would be as it was. It would be better. It would be theirs. Their safety. Their home. But for the moment, they were remaining at the warehouse under the protective eyes of his brother and Nick. He doubted the pair of them would let them go yet, even if they wanted to. Michael needed to regain his strength. He was healing, his lungs finally beginning to settle down, but the burns were still painful and needed continual attention, which Kitt supplied. Life was so much easier when you could download a medical encyclopaedia into your brain. Michael's words not his. He found himself smiling again. But he was angry. He should be angry. The headlights reached out into the darkness and grabbed at it, playing with insects as they flew past. He wasn't angry. He was just loved. And it hurt. He couldn't change the members of his family. He wouldn't want to. Nick with his icy temperament, cool, emotionless assessment and hidden depths. Karr with his darkness, his anger, uncertainty and fierce protectiveness. And Michael. Beautiful Michael. The only person who could irritate him beyond belief. The only man who could keep his attention simply by raising an eyebrow. The fiery centre of his universe and the love of his life. Michael. //Beauty?// He started. The car swerving slightly on the road. //Michael?// //Are you coming home?// The amber presence reached out and stroked a tendril across his own. //Yes.// //Good.// There was a pause. //I love you.// Kitt smiled. //I know.// The Trans Am braked suddenly and spun in an abrupt one-eighty in the middle of the road. Kitt slammed the accelerator and the car took off. In the only direction it could ever go. |