POI fic: Appearances
TITLE: POI fic - Appearances
AUTHOR: whomii2
SPOILERS: mention 1.13 Root Cause
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Knight Rider crossover AU #2 [Finch=Kitt; Reese=Michael; Nathan=Devon]
John’s car was pissed at him again
John claimed that they didn’t have time to visit a car wash before heading home. Really, Harold’s exterior could withstand a bazooka blast - a little mud and dirt wasn’t going to hurt it.
Harold disagreed. And he rolled over John’s foot to emphasize his point. Reese knew it was deliberate because he backed over just the empty tip of his shoe. John’s toe wasn’t hurt at all until he made the mistake of kicking Harold’s tire when he finally released him.
But John stubbornly refused to give in, claiming the need to return quickly. Harold had let him inside and driven off, but he was making his displeasure known by messing with the AC. John would turn it up, and cool air would blow for a few minutes, but it would gradually peter out until the interior became stifling. Harold blandly responded to John’s complaints by saying the temperature was within acceptable norms.
So finally John took refuge in a diner, dawdling over his meal before having to face the oppressive atmosphere of the car again. He sighed when the waitress brought him a large slice of pie “on the house.“ She had been flirting with John throughout his meal, and it made John uncomfortable and a little guilty; he would have to leave her a generous tip. The flirting would never lead anywhere, even if John were interested. At the first sign of any hanky-panky in the car, they would both be treated to a quick demonstration of the ejector seats.
Harold’s boundaries about what was and was not acceptable behavior in his interior had been stated early in their partnership, and had crystallized during their first stakeout. It soon became apparent that this stakeout would be different from others in John’s past. Harold had inquired curiously about the empty bottle John brought with him, reminding him of the “no food in car” rule (he was fanatical about the cleanliness of his interior and made sure John scrupulously removed all trash when he exited the car. While he might nag John to ensure he ate, he insisted it was always outside the car).
On hearing the true purpose of the bottle, Harold went ballistic “I assure you there most certainly WILL be bathrooms on this stakeout. In fact, I am perfectly capable of monitoring the suspect myself. Why don’t you just take a nap and I will wake you if there is any activity. But perhaps a brief trip to the restroom first before settling in?”
John smiled a little at the memory. That was just one of the many tousles he had with the persnickety AI he had been partnered with. He would have to admit that he had become rather fond of their little snark-fests. He found himself missing it on the long drive, so used to teasing Harold as a means of whiling away the time.
Deciding to be the better..Man? Human? Person? John finally relented and allowed Harold to pull over at a car wash. While the car was being dried with soft towels, John perused the various air fresheners for sale. Harold could be fussy about his accessories. John needed to find one that was tastefully elegant but still distinctive, much like Harold. (that was a rather tall order for a simple air freshener) Having made his selection, John went out to his now gleaming and immaculate car. He could almost swear the grill and headlights were smiling at him. He settled inside and hung the purchase from the rearview mirror. Harold sniffed in disdain but John could tell he was pleased with the peace offering.
They resumed their journey, arguing over what station to listen to and all once again right with their world.
AUTHOR: whomii2
SPOILERS: mention 1.13 Root Cause
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Knight Rider crossover AU #2 [Finch=Kitt; Reese=Michael; Nathan=Devon]
John’s car was pissed at him again
John claimed that they didn’t have time to visit a car wash before heading home. Really, Harold’s exterior could withstand a bazooka blast - a little mud and dirt wasn’t going to hurt it.
Harold disagreed. And he rolled over John’s foot to emphasize his point. Reese knew it was deliberate because he backed over just the empty tip of his shoe. John’s toe wasn’t hurt at all until he made the mistake of kicking Harold’s tire when he finally released him.
But John stubbornly refused to give in, claiming the need to return quickly. Harold had let him inside and driven off, but he was making his displeasure known by messing with the AC. John would turn it up, and cool air would blow for a few minutes, but it would gradually peter out until the interior became stifling. Harold blandly responded to John’s complaints by saying the temperature was within acceptable norms.
So finally John took refuge in a diner, dawdling over his meal before having to face the oppressive atmosphere of the car again. He sighed when the waitress brought him a large slice of pie “on the house.“ She had been flirting with John throughout his meal, and it made John uncomfortable and a little guilty; he would have to leave her a generous tip. The flirting would never lead anywhere, even if John were interested. At the first sign of any hanky-panky in the car, they would both be treated to a quick demonstration of the ejector seats.
Harold’s boundaries about what was and was not acceptable behavior in his interior had been stated early in their partnership, and had crystallized during their first stakeout. It soon became apparent that this stakeout would be different from others in John’s past. Harold had inquired curiously about the empty bottle John brought with him, reminding him of the “no food in car” rule (he was fanatical about the cleanliness of his interior and made sure John scrupulously removed all trash when he exited the car. While he might nag John to ensure he ate, he insisted it was always outside the car).
On hearing the true purpose of the bottle, Harold went ballistic “I assure you there most certainly WILL be bathrooms on this stakeout. In fact, I am perfectly capable of monitoring the suspect myself. Why don’t you just take a nap and I will wake you if there is any activity. But perhaps a brief trip to the restroom first before settling in?”
John smiled a little at the memory. That was just one of the many tousles he had with the persnickety AI he had been partnered with. He would have to admit that he had become rather fond of their little snark-fests. He found himself missing it on the long drive, so used to teasing Harold as a means of whiling away the time.
Deciding to be the better..Man? Human? Person? John finally relented and allowed Harold to pull over at a car wash. While the car was being dried with soft towels, John perused the various air fresheners for sale. Harold could be fussy about his accessories. John needed to find one that was tastefully elegant but still distinctive, much like Harold. (that was a rather tall order for a simple air freshener) Having made his selection, John went out to his now gleaming and immaculate car. He could almost swear the grill and headlights were smiling at him. He settled inside and hung the purchase from the rearview mirror. Harold sniffed in disdain but John could tell he was pleased with the peace offering.
They resumed their journey, arguing over what station to listen to and all once again right with their world.