POI fic: Unconventional partners
TITLE: Unconventional partners
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: none
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 517
SUMMARY: Knightrider fusion AU
Reese had been somewhat curious when the well-dressed lawyer came to post his bail. As he had found little to catch his interest lately, he decided to go along and see where things would lead.
Apparently, it led to a large mansion and a tall blond haired man named Ingram who wanted to offer Reese a job. Ingram explained that he had a friend, and that he and his friend had a dream of helping the people who too often fell through the cracks of law enforcement until it was too late and the damage was done.
Reese was skeptical and wondered how they thought one man could make a difference when the police or other agencies couldn’t. Clearly they had money, but it would take more than that. Ingram laughed and stated that not only was his friend wealthy, he was also a genius and had designed and built a machine that would be indispensable in the task ahead of them. But as extraordinary as the machine was, it would still require a human operative for the “hands on” details of their missions. Apparently, they thought John could be that operative--giving him a chance once again to be a protector instead of an assassin.
Reese was intrigued but not convinced. So Ingram took him for a chance to “pop the hood” on their creation. At first Reese was confused murmuring “it’s a Buick Skylark?” “Only in appearance“ Ingram replied. “You’ll find this car has a lot more in the way of accessories than you could possibly imagine.” Reese was impressed by the alleged invulnerable exterior, turbo-charged engine, and hidden weaponry. He slid behind the wheel and was confronted with the most high-tech looking dashboard he had ever seen. He mused “just like James Bond--where are the rocket launchers?” and was surprised when a tetchy voice replied “it’s a bit early in our relationship for rocket launchers, don’t you agree? Now kindly refrain from pawing my controls and I won’t need to give you a demonstration of the ejector seat!”
Ingram laughed and said “did I forget to mention the car comes equipped with an artificial intelligence? We like to call him Harold, and he will be your partner”
John wasn’t sure about the unusual partnership, but the chance for a new purpose that would allow him to help people and do good again wasn’t something he was willing to walk away from. And as time went on he often found himself forgetting “Harold” was just a machine, as he had such a distinctive if prickly personality. And “Harold’s” incessant mother-hening, insisting John ate and slept and castigating him when he took too many risks wasn’t behavior often associated with the inanimate. Harold also had distinctly different taste in music, and John would often find himself battling with the car over the preferred radio station during long drives. But it was nice to have someone to talk to, someone who knew everything about John but didn’t pass judgment on him.
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: G
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: none
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 517
SUMMARY: Knightrider fusion AU
Reese had been somewhat curious when the well-dressed lawyer came to post his bail. As he had found little to catch his interest lately, he decided to go along and see where things would lead.
Apparently, it led to a large mansion and a tall blond haired man named Ingram who wanted to offer Reese a job. Ingram explained that he had a friend, and that he and his friend had a dream of helping the people who too often fell through the cracks of law enforcement until it was too late and the damage was done.
Reese was skeptical and wondered how they thought one man could make a difference when the police or other agencies couldn’t. Clearly they had money, but it would take more than that. Ingram laughed and stated that not only was his friend wealthy, he was also a genius and had designed and built a machine that would be indispensable in the task ahead of them. But as extraordinary as the machine was, it would still require a human operative for the “hands on” details of their missions. Apparently, they thought John could be that operative--giving him a chance once again to be a protector instead of an assassin.
Reese was intrigued but not convinced. So Ingram took him for a chance to “pop the hood” on their creation. At first Reese was confused murmuring “it’s a Buick Skylark?” “Only in appearance“ Ingram replied. “You’ll find this car has a lot more in the way of accessories than you could possibly imagine.” Reese was impressed by the alleged invulnerable exterior, turbo-charged engine, and hidden weaponry. He slid behind the wheel and was confronted with the most high-tech looking dashboard he had ever seen. He mused “just like James Bond--where are the rocket launchers?” and was surprised when a tetchy voice replied “it’s a bit early in our relationship for rocket launchers, don’t you agree? Now kindly refrain from pawing my controls and I won’t need to give you a demonstration of the ejector seat!”
Ingram laughed and said “did I forget to mention the car comes equipped with an artificial intelligence? We like to call him Harold, and he will be your partner”
John wasn’t sure about the unusual partnership, but the chance for a new purpose that would allow him to help people and do good again wasn’t something he was willing to walk away from. And as time went on he often found himself forgetting “Harold” was just a machine, as he had such a distinctive if prickly personality. And “Harold’s” incessant mother-hening, insisting John ate and slept and castigating him when he took too many risks wasn’t behavior often associated with the inanimate. Harold also had distinctly different taste in music, and John would often find himself battling with the car over the preferred radio station during long drives. But it was nice to have someone to talk to, someone who knew everything about John but didn’t pass judgment on him.