FRACTURED ANSWERS

by elfin


Part 9 of 'Burn'
A CMAU fic
By Numnut
29 - 31 Jan 2007

<_What were you thinking?!

Karr cringed away from his brother. The other AI was omnipresent in Karr's CPU, threads of him pervading the darker AI's program, knitting code as fast as he possibly could.

<_I-

A solid wave of fear and anger swept over the virtual landscape. "You risked Nick! You risked yourself! You-" Karr shivered as the parasitic program bit in deeper. Kitt grabbed at it, fighting it. A stream of binary code equal to an electronic expletive danced across Karr's vision. "You risked us all. All because you don't trust-" Kitt flinched as the creature snapped at him, the sickly green staining the younger AI's brilliance. Karr snarled and using what little energy he had, swiped at it.

Kitt lost his grip and the program returned to nibbling on Karr's code, corrupting lines essential to his core functioning. The AI groaned.

<_No! Kitt flung himself at it again, the bright white sharpening to a slither of knife, stabbing the parasite, cleaving its code in return. It faltered and began to rewrite.

Karr reeled, his brother's anger and fear swamping his own. Nick wasn't there. The AI had walled him off, terrified the parasite would attack his driver again.

He had thought he had it under control. It was only a little thing, a remnant that had attached itself unnoticed. It was not viral. He hadn't been concerned.

But then it had proved to be less simple than it seemed. Something new. Something parasitic. It fed off him and the longer it was attached, the stronger it became. It found an opening in his damaged programming and like a leech had nestled itself into the wound. Karr didn't realise what was happening until it was too late.

Until it reached out for Nick.

He had blocked himself off from his partner, determined to fix the problem himself, but unbeknownst to him, the program had burrowed access through his shields. A panicked yelp from his driver and he had spun to find the ice blue spark that represented Nick struggling with the same sickly green that stained his own visage.

Karr didn't hesitate. Flinging himself down the link, he tore the creature from his partner, throwing it across virtual space. It snarled at him and leapt, splicing functions and carving code. Karr cried out and fell back, stumbling out of Nick's mind, dragging it with him, throwing up blocks as fast as possible.

And he'd cornered it in his own CPU.

He fought it with everything he had, but he didn't have enough. It wanted Nick. It wanted Karr. It ate. It destroyed. And he didn't have the strength to defeat it.

He needed help.

He needed Kitt.

So throwing up as much protection as possible, he had snaked a portion of himself into the link between the two AIs.

Knight's sudden fear for him had been palpable.

Kitt spun away from his partner. //<_Karr!//

And Karr found himself slipping, falling, back into his CPU, weakened by the creature sucking at his strength.

Kitt had charged in and the struggle had begun.

<_I can't believe you did this!

Karr's temper flared. <_I do what I must.

Weaving code, Kitt was writing at a speed Karr hadn't thought possible, each segment slotting into place, protecting, bandaging, and defending. Simultaneously, his brother was building another program, its ethereal structure forming in a far corner of Karr's CPU.

Both AIs watched the parasite, holding it off long enough to regain strength even as it did the same.

<_What you did was stupid, Karr.

<_I have the right-

<_No, Karr! Stupid! You don't have to protect me! We're in this together. We've been in it together for years! When are you going to learn???! The AI was so very angry, Karr found himself flinching away from his brother's presence despite himself.

<_I thought I could handle it.

<_Really? Is this what you call handling it? It hurt Nick, didn't it? And I can't help him now because I can't leave you! Another wave of fear. <_And Michael...if he attempts anything...

Kitt was here giving everything he had to save his brother while Nick could be lying unconscious somewhere. Karr struggled against the grip Kitt had on him.

Kitt flickered a moment, his anger faltering as if he realised what he had said. <_I'm sorry. Sit still. I'll be as quick as possible.

There was silence between the two AIs for a moment. Kitt continued to write repair code and the structure he was creating took on a more solid shape. Karr flicked a glance at it, curious despite himself. He'd never quite seen a program like it. "What is that?"

Kitt's virtual gaze paused a moment as he looped several functions and activated a sub-program to stonewall the parasite should it attempt to attack the new code. "It is necessary."

His brother was tight lipped and angry.

Karr shut up. Everything he was, everything that gave him strength, fought against exposing his vulnerability. He hated this, but there was something about watching his brother work, seeing the skill exhibited as the AI manipulated code that showed him something he had never seen in Kitt before.

Karr knew his own skill in virtual reality, he knew he had what it took in most cases to hack into any system. He had fought a variety of wardens, sentinels, security measures, even the occasional virus, but what Kitt was doing...it was more than first aid. The AI was blending code of his own construction to replace the damaged strings of Karr's own. There were faint streaks of white mixing with his inherent darkness, the green struck from him and replaced with his brother.

Kitt was creating.

And that was the core of their difference. Karr destroyed. Kitt created. He attempted to shrink back again, but Kitt sent another wave of anger in his direction and pinned him with a stab of white light. <_At least hold still.

<_Sorry.

Again there was silence.

Finishing off the secondary structure, which now clearly resembled a cage, Kitt paused a moment in his aid to Karr, and turned to the parasite. His brother ejected a spear of code directly at the creature. It responded, stimulated from its rewriting and repair activity, it spun and moved to attack the taunting AI. Karr leapt up, moving in to protect his brother, but was suddenly thrust back by the AI. <_Wait.

A similar stream of code suddenly erupted from within the cage structure and the parasite turned, attracted to this new source. The signal was strong enough to lure it from Karr completely and it followed the code into the cage. Kitt flicked off a function and the cage door dropped, capturing the program behind an elaborate lattice of firewalls and traps. Another signal and the structure collapsed in on itself, crushing the program inside, shredding its code into binary nonsense. His brother borrowed one of Karr's janitor programs and the mess was swept away into recycling.

Turning back to the injured AI, Kitt began weaving the final work of code to stabilise him. Karr just stared. <_How?

<_I've encountered it before.

Karr waited, but his brother didn't say anymore. <_Where?

Finishing off the last section of code, Kitt stepped back, his visage rippling with control. <_Berio.

-o-o-o-

Kitt 'woke' in Michael's arms. His driver was clutching at him, rocking him gently. He hadn't meant to leave so obviously, but Karr had needed everything he had. //Love?//

//Kitt?// The rocking stopped. //You okay?//

//I am. However, Karr is injured and I must see to Nick.//

There was a wave of frustration from his driver as he realised there wasn't a single thing he was capable of doing to assist. The AI reached up and kissed him softly on the lips. //Rest, love. I'll take this one.//

Kitt scrambled out of bed, throwing on his shirt as he headed out the door. Skipping down the stairs as if they hardly existed, his glance skittering over the Stealth, he found Nick collapsed in front of his laptop. Fortunately the couch had caught him and he was just lying awkwardly on the upholstery rather than broken on the hard ground.

"Nick?"

No response.

Reaching him, Kitt checked him over. He appeared to be unconscious. Medscan revealed little more than a small amount of swelling around the implant in his head.

<_Karr?

His brother was trembling and limping. <_He is unconscious. I can't detect any permanent damage.

Making Nick comfortable on the couch, Kitt put the agent's laptop on standby and sat down next to him. //He's okay, love.//

Michael reached out and wrapped his amber essence around the AI. Karr, sensing Michael's presence, backed off, but Kitt snagged him before he could throw up the first block. <_We have to talk.

<_Michael needs you. He could feel Karr's virtual eyes passing over the man and Kitt frowned at the subtle familiarity. Karr must have sensed his puzzlement, because he continued. <_And I need my privacy. The more familiar defensive Karr reared its head.

Kitt slipped away from Michael slightly, reassuring his driver with a small caress. <_No, Karr. We need you. Nick needs you.

The darker AI pulled away, but Kitt dug in his virtual heels.

<_Leave me alone!

<_You are not alone! Never alone, Karr!

Kitt had to hold his ground as he was shoved, the other AI desperate for his privacy.

//Karr, please...//

Kitt spun to find Michael standing beside him in this virtual space. Though he was weak, an amber flare of determination flickered in his presence. //Please listen.//

Kitt turned back to his brother and discovered that the older AI had heard Michael. Karr was still streaked with white. The colour would fade as the code was assimilated over time, but for now, it flickered eerily in the dark. He tried to pull away again and to Kitt's surprise a trickle of fear leaked from his brother.

Kitt's virtual eyes widened as Michael suddenly reached out and brushed a tendril of amber across Karr's darkness, entwining it gently with that of the dark AI. //Never alone.//

Karr cried out, but it wasn't fear or pain, but something more undefined. Kitt joined his partner, white merging with amber and black.

They existed like that for a moment in time, silent communication of nothing but emotion.

Then Michael withdrew slowly, the energy required was too much to maintain. Kitt continued to hold on to his brother while simultaneously reaching for his partner, urging him to rest. His driver rebelled, but he didn't have the energy to resist Kitt's subtle caresses, drifting into a light slumber whether he wanted to or not.

Kitt turned back to Karr.

His brother was trembling. <_He is so weak.

<_He nearly died. And you weren't far behind. His tone was sharp and hurting. <_Don't ever do that again.

There were flickers of anger in his brother, his natural defences flaring. <_I am what I am.

<_I can't do this without you, Karr! The other AI flinched away, but Kitt was relentless. His brother needed to stop this self sacrifice. <_We are together. No one is more important than the other. You need help, you ask.

<_Michael was injured.

<_Yes, he was. But he is safe.

<_I didn't want...

Kitt frowned. <_Didn't want what?

<_To interrupt. He needed you.

<_I need you!

<_Not like Michael needs you.

Karr's sudden repeated use of Michael's first name readily amazed Kitt enough, but the urgency in his tone had the younger AI frowning. <_Of course. As Nick needs you.

Something flickered across the darkness. <_He loves you so very much.

Kitt wasn't stunned so much as completely confused. <_Yes...

<_I interrupted it once. I will not again. And the AI pulled away, this time freeing himself from Kitt's grip.

<_Karr! He projected how much he needed his brother, how sorry he was for everything and how much it hurt.

 

<_It was necessary.

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.