Disclaimer:
Knight Rider was created by Glen A. Larson.
Summary:
In response to a challenge, how Bonnie says goodbye when she leaves the
Federation.
Rating
PG - Drama
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KNIGHT
RIDER
DEAR K.I.T.T.
Dearest Kitt,
Oh Gods, I don't know where to begin
... I'm writing this letter to you, because I know I will never be able to say
it out loud without breaking down.
I feel I must move on. A lot has happened here at FLAG ... and I
feel I need a change. I will miss you,
Michael and Devon terribly, you most of all, but I feel I need to grow, to
learn, and that is why I have accepted the application. I don't know where it will lead, perhaps back
here even, but I feel I must venture out.
FLAG has been a dream come true,
when Devon offered me the position as Chief Technician, I kept hoping I would
never wake up. And I never did. Finally, I was able to stand on my own two
feet and prove myself, as opposed to running around for some office bigot's
coffee, or some other boss who couldn't stop looking at my chest. I try not to have any reservations, it's not
good to harbour negative thoughts.
Wilton Knight was a saint and in
many ways like a father to me. Yes, one
man can make a difference.
At first I was afraid that I would
make mistakes because I was so nervous.
Devon would come to me, smile and help me establish myself. I've come a long way from that timid little
girl.
Working for FLAG improved my self
esteem, I believed in myself more, and needless to say, I was able to put food
on my table and not worry about where the rent money was coming from.
I enjoyed my work tremendously and
never once have I been asked for coffee or a quickie.
I learned the systems of FLAG inside
and out and its altruistic message. At
last, a firm to help the underdogs that society have forgotten.
I got more and more into my duties,
familiarising myself with more and more of FLAG's operations. I knew the place like the back of my hand
... I lost myself in my work. Machines are often easier to work with than
people.
And then they brought me a car, a
black Trans-Am, its owner had been shot and was in recovery, I was told. I'm sure you've already guessed, that car was
you, Kitt.
Even before myself and the FLAG
technicians designed one circuit of your inner workings, I sensed there was
something special about you. The first
time I touched your pitch black hood, I felt it. You were special, Kitt, even before you
became sentient, perhaps you were lying dormant, a soul waiting to be reborn.
I threw myself with passion into
your design and hardly looked up to eat until you were finished. I will miss working on you, Kitt, fixing you
... You are very therapeutic.
I know Pride is one of the seven
deadly sins, but I couldn't help it. When
you were finally finished. I would
hardly let anyone touch you except Devon
J
Though I knew you were Michael's and
my greatest fear was that he would treat you like a thing, you were his 'car'
after all. I had great reservations about
him, at first I can tell you, but seeing how you two got on, you were
inseparable. I'd be lying if I told you
I wasn't a tad jealous, but I could see that he would never harm you... despite
making you Turbo Boost through concrete amongst other things ...
If I fussed over you too much, Kitt,
it's because I love you. You are so much more to me than my creation. You are the child I never had, the friend I
always wanted and the comfort I had always needed.
Kitt, I feel terrible leaving you,
like this, I don't want to hurt you.
Although I will visit and you are more than welcome to visit me at the
university, I will miss you dearly.
Michael will be with you, and he
better take care of you or there'll be trouble!
J
Although I may be leaving, Kitt, my
soul will always be with you, and you will always be by my side, in my thoughts
and heart, and I will never forget how special you are.
One car can make a difference.
All my love
Bonnie xoox
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