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Knight Rider: Michael x KITT
Rare is the day when Michael and KITT truly get a day off, moments to themselves. Michael pulled strings and called favors for this one; KITT doesn't know how he did it, but Devon eventually cracked and promised: short of someone back at the Foundation catching fire, there was nothing big enough to interrupt them for.
There are no real words for how much KITT appreciates it. Not to say he didn't try to find them, but Michael gently hushed him and told him it was the least he could do.
They are alone with each other and the sky above. The view is beautiful, mountains stretching off into the distance, a river flowing a short distance beneath the ledge they're parked on, the setting sun casting warm rays of light and grass blowing in the breeze-- but KITT can't bring himself to focus much on any of it.
No, his focus is directed inwards. To a gentle touch, a light brush of a hand over his steering wheel. He can't feel phys
Good Night, MoonIn the Steelhaven's room
There was a blue visor
And a blue blur too
And distantly playing, a nice, jazzy tune
And there were three Autobots sitting on cots
And two little twins and a toy plane that spins
And a cool sabetour and a lance on the floor
And a map and a brush and a box full of stuff
And a great blue Magnus who was whispering "hush"
Good night, room; good night, moon
Good night, distantly playing jazz tune
Good night, visor, and the blue blur too
Good night, Bots; good night, cots
Good night, twins, and plane that spins
Good night, sabetour, and lance on the floor
Good night, map; good night, brush
Good night, nobody, and box full of stuff
Good night to the great Magnus whispering "hush"
Good night, stars
Good night, air
Good night, noises everywhere
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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