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"This has to stop, Michael."
Mike's ass hasn't even hit the seat before KITT is complaining. Again.
"What has to stop, KITT?" Mike asks, the tension he'd gotten rid of with the cute blonde coming back into his shoulders. (Stacy? Tracy? He'd been too busy having his brains sucked out through his cock to remember.)
"You are letting the situation with Sarah interfere--"
"Shut it, KITT." Mike snaps the words, fingers tightening around the steering wheel.
"Michael--"
"I said, shut it. I don't want to hear another word about Sarah. Understand?" But KITT is silent as his engine purrs into life and they leave the garage.
*
The road is stretching out before them and KITT's been silent for the past two hours, which is about an hour fifty-nine longer than he's ever been silent before.
"KITT, I--" But the words trail off, partly because Mike doesn't know what to say and partly because he's not exactly sure why he's about to try and explain himself to his car.
Only Mike doesn't need to continue, because KITT's obviously decided that now Mike's broken the silence it can stay broken.
"I have been thinking, Michael."
"About what?" Because they've still got five hours before they reach home and he's kind of surprised to find he'd rather have KITT talking than hours of unending silence.
"About how to stop this apparently destructive path you seem to be on regarding your old relationship with Sarah."
Anger flares in Mike as his hand slaps at the steering wheel. "Jesus, KITT, I told you to drop it."
"I have decided not to."
Any retort Mike might make is taken from him when the wheel jerks in his grip, KITT turning off onto a dirt road instead of following the highway.
"KITT, what the hell?"
But KITT's not speaking, stays quiet until he stops, far enough away from the highway that they won't be seen.
"You seem determined--"
Only Mike's too busy trying the doors to listen to what KITT's saying, too busy trying to get out of the car that's just flipped and kidnapped him.
"Let me out, KITT."
"No." Soft and precise.
"Let me out or I'll kick your windows out."
Silence, and then, "Michael, I am built to withstand extreme heat and pressure, as well as being resistant to all hand-held weapons and surface-to-air missiles. Your leg would break before my window."
And the hell of it is, KITT's right.
"Michael, I just wish to speak to you."
"Fine!" Let the crazy car speak to him, and then when they get back to Knight Industries, Mike's going to walk away and never once look back. Walk away and never think of Sarah or kidnapping, talking cars. "What have you got to say for yourself?"
"I believe that you are losing focus. You are constantly distracted by a parade of men and women--"
"Wait a minute!" Because he's only ever mentioned the women where KITT could hear him, has kept the fact the sometimes he just needs to be held down and fucked as far away from this life as possible.
"My sensors can tell the chemical difference between perfume and aftershave, Michael. You have been covered in both at various points."
And the thing that's disturbing Mike is how much KITT sounds his Mom right now, undertone of disapproval coming through loud and clear for a computer.
"It simply cannot continue. I have determined that the best way to resolve this is for you to come to me at these times."
"Excuse me?" Because he could have sworn that KITT said--
"Any pleasure and distraction you get from these anonymous encounters can be received from me."
And it's official, his car has definitely cracked. "Gotta tell you, KITT, you're not exactly packing the right equipment to be making that offer."
"Open my glove compartment, Michael."
Mike barely realises he's reaching out until his hand is hovering over the release catch. "KITT--"
"Open it, Michael."
Trying to ignore the shiver that runs through him at KITT's tone, Mike opens the glove compartment, fingers wrapping around the smooth cylinder inside and pulling it out, nearly dropping it as it starts to pulse in his hands. "What the--"
"I can give you everything you need, Michael. You just have to trust me."
Trust him. Trust wires and a computer. Trust his car. Trust KITT, who's never let him down yet.
And Mike closes his eyes as he relaxes back in the seat.
Yes.