Disclaimer: Knight Rider was created by Glen A. Larson.
I
make no monetary profit from my fanfic.
Summary: Michael is on his way back to FLAG, hurting
after Stevie’s death. Set directly after
“Scent of Roses”
Rating
PG
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For
the first hour, neither Michael nor KITT said anything. Finally the Trans Am broke the silence.
“I’m truly sorry for your loss, Michael,”
KITT said gently. “Stevie was a
beautiful woman.”
“She was much more than that, Kitt.”
“I know … and I also know how much she meant
to you.”
“I almost did it, Kitt, I almost killed
him. Thank you for stopping me.”
“You would have stopped yourself,
Michael. He was the lowest scum, I
agree, but the legal system will deal with him now.”
Michael’s
eyes glared into the distance. “I hope
they won’t be gentle.”
“Let’s hope he gets what he deserves.”
Michael
gave a single nod. “He will.”
The
Trans Am cruised on.
“Stop,” Michael said suddenly.
“Michael?” KITT inquired. “Is everything all right?”
“Things won’t be all right for a while, Kitt,
a very long while.”
“Have you changed your mind about going back
to FLAG?”
“No,” Michael said after a pause. “Back up to that florist we passed, will you
and give me twenty dollars from your cash dispenser and don’t bother telling me
it’s only for FLAG business.”
“I wasn’t going to.” Michael took the emerging twenty dollar note.
He
exited KITT and trotted into the florist.
He emerged, as KITT predicted, carrying a bunch of roses of all
colours. KITT opened his door as Michael
placed the lightly scented flowers on the passenger seat.
“KITT, head for the graveyard on
“Where Stevie was buried,” KITT said.
“Yeah I know we’re due at FLAG Headquarters,
but this can’t wait.”
“I know.”
Michael
hopped into KITT as the Sleek black Trans Am took off.
“I predicted with one hundred percent
accuracy you buying roses, Michael.”
Knight
smiled. “You did, did you?”
It
took the better part of two hours for Knight and car to reach Stevie’s gravesite.
“They think I wasn’t at the funeral,” Michael
said.
“But you were. You stayed inside me, by the graveyard.”
“I couldn’t bring myself to watch them bury
her.”
“I know, Michael.”
Knight
stayed in KITT for quite a while. “I
don’t know if I’m ready for this…”
“I’m staying for as long as it takes,
Michael,” KITT said.
“Thanks, Partner, you’re the best friend
anyone could have.”
“Thank you, Michael.”
Knight
sighed.
“If you want to be alone I can shut myself
down for a while,” KITT said.
“Thanks, Buddy, but it’s all right, you don’t
have to.” Michael paused for a long
while. “She gave her life for me… Why
did she have to die, Kitt? Why??!! How could anyone be so heartless as to hurt
her … to kill her?” Michael’s eyes brimmed with tears that eventually fell.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any answers for you,
Michael. I’m not an expert on death, and
cruelty is something I will never understand either.”
Michael
rubbed KITT’s dash. “Why can’t there be
more people like us in the world?”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Michael
wiped his tears away and rested his head on KITT’s modern steering wheel for a
long while, before he looked up and took a deep breath. He could see Stevie’s grave from where he
sat, one with a white stone angel kneeling down atop the grave.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Michael said,
“but every time I see it, my heart feels like it’s being torn out.”
“I can sympathise, Michael.”
Knight
exited the car and began to walk to Stevie’s grave.
“Michael,” KITT called.
The
tall man turned around. “What is it?”
“The roses.”
“Oh … thanks, Kitt.” Michael “retrieved them.
He
walked to Stevie’s grave and gently placed them on top. Then he fell to his knees in front of her
grave. “I would have given my life to save you … Oh Stevie … why… You were so
young … so beautiful … so kind … It’s so unfair!” Michael thumped the soft
grass, leaving an impression. At first
he wiped his tears away, but after a while, he didn’t bother.
Michael
stayed by Stevie’s grave for over an hour as KITT waited patiently for him.
Knight
returned to the Trans Am, his cheeks red.
KITT opened his door.
“Let’s go home, Buddy,” Michael said with a
heavy sigh, climbing inside KITT and closing the door. He smelt the air and realised the scent of
the roses had lingered just like Stevie said it would.
“Michael I’m so relieved you’ve come back to
us,”
Knight
nodded. “I know. She was dear to all of us.”
“I hope you won’t think me ungrateful for
asking this, Michael, but why did you decide to return to us?”
“
“Well said, Michael,”
Bonnie
nodded and smiled warmly, tears brimming in her eyes.
“But before you send me on my next
assignment, I’d like to take a ride in KITT.”
“Be my guest.”
Michael
smiled and hopped into the Trans Am.
KITT rolled down the ramp.
“Where to, Michael?”
“Second star on the right and straight on
till morning.”
“You got it, Partner.”
Michael
and KITT had many more successful missions, defending the innocent and the
helpless and for the longest time, KITT smelt of roses.
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Received 4 votes in the Edward Awards for "Best short Story" - 2004
Received 4 votes in the Edward Awards for "Best Longtimer Story" - 2004
Recieved 3 votes in the Edward
Awards for "Best Dramatic Scene" -2004