But...
The weather had held out as long as it could, but the sky could only hold so much and eventually it came down. It clattered against his shell, the black paintwork shedding liquid in rivulets, draining off his hood and dripping across his scanner track.
Bonnie sat in his cabin, but not in his driver's seat.
He hadn't let anyone sit there for the past month. Not since Michael left it.
There was absolute silence except for the drumming of the rain. Devon had left them there by themselves after the funeral. If either of them had been thinking clearly, they might have thought of this as odd. But neither of them was. Devon's face had been pale and lined with crevices deep enough to swallow a lifetime of pain.
Michael was dead.
No denial. No second chances. No smart ass smile jumping up and declaring it all to be a joke. Or a mistake.
Dead.
End.
It spoke to him. Taunted him. Like it had since the moment Michael's heart had stopped beating.
This was the end.
His partner was dead and buried along with the AI's purpose of existence. There was nothing left to do.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Michael?
Nothing.
It bounced around his processors, going in painful circles, logic stripping him of everything.
But one last thing pulled at him. Stopped him from that final decision.
'God, Kitt, please!' Michael's screams were still echoing in his memory….now accompanied by his own.
'I promise, Michael, I promise!'
Please, I can't do this without you……
Can't do it.
Can't do it.
'Please, Michael….'
'Promise me, Kitt….'
Could an AI cry?
This one could. In absolute silence.
"Kitt?" Can't do it. "Kitt?"
Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Cantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoitcantdoit…….
"KITT!"
Bonnie? His processor was spinning…dizzy. His voice synthesizer crackled. "B-bonnie?"
"It is time to go."
Go? Gone. Gone away. Gone forever. Gonegonegonegonegonegone….
"Kitt!"
Was he making sound? Sound. Sound of a voice. Sound. Michael? Michael can you hear me?
"Kitt, please! I can't do this without you." Crying. Bonnie was crying.
"B-bonnie?" Bonnie? "I want it to stop. Please, Bonnie, make it stop."
"I can't, Kitt, I'm sorry."
"Want to stop." Stop. Stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop…..
A hand on his dash. "You promised him, Kitt." The words registered as sobs and he was forced to focus on her. "You promised." And then in a desperate voice…"Please don't leave me too."
Her face was wet and wretched with crying and his processor quivered with pain at the sight. But…"Can't do it."
Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it. Can't do it.
"He wanted you to try!" The hand on his dash was trembling.
He wanted. Michael wanted. Michael was dead.
"Dead."
"Honey, please…" Her voice was strained and despite himself he automatically scanned. On ragged edge himself, he flinched at her medical stats….and the baby in her womb.
His electronic eyes fixated on the foetus.
'Promise me, Kitt…'
'Please, Michael…'
'Promise me!'
Promise.
His processors were still spinning and Bonnie was still crying.
And logic wanted him to die.
But…
Muse: Knight
Fandom: Knight Rider
Challenge: Rain (libraryofwinds)
Word count: 522