I Turn To You - copyright Melanie C 2000
I'll Be Your Eyes - Copyright Paul Janz 1987
Dancing In The Dark - Copyright S Welsh 2001
 

When the world is darker than I can understand,
When nothing turns out the way I planned,
When the sky turns gray and there's no end in sight,
When I can't sleep through the lonely night,
I turn to you,
Like a flower leaning towards the sun,
I turn to you 'cause you're the only one,
Who can turn me around when I'm upside down,

Mel C
 
 
 

Dancing In The Dark

by Tomy
 

 Outside the FLAG mansion, everything was as neat and organized as usual,
except for one thing.
 "Hey!"  Michael tried to duck the spray from Kitt's wipers as he walked by.
"No fair, sneak attacks."  Running, the car followed, periodically sending a
light spray over Michael's head.
 "All's fair in love and war."  Kitt taunted.
 "Yeah, and this is war."  Reaching down, Michael grabbed a handful of mud
and flung it behind him.  The satisfying sound of it hitting it's mark
preceded Michael running inside.  Devon frowned as the younger man jogged
past.  Once Michael was out of sight, the smile broke through.  Glancing out
to the driveway, Kitt stood, with a rather large brown streak across the
driver's side window.
 

*

 Their meeting was simple and unplanned.  Michael had wandered over to the
garage to ask Kitt if he wanted to go for a drive.  Hearing Bonnie laughing,
he turned towards her office and stopped. Inside, chatting happily with
Bonnie was another woman.  Having caught sight of Michael, Bonnie waved for
him to enter.
 "Michael, meet Danielle Weaver.  An old high school friend of mine..."
Michael stopped paying attention to Bonnie's words as the stranger turned in
her chair to face him.  'Wow,' the one simple word entered his head before
he found his voice.  "Nice meeting you."  The formalities of pleasantry gave
him a moment to look her over.  Dark auburn hair hung to just below her
shoulders, petite hands, but with a startlingly strong grip and the
eyes....he'd never seen such a deep shade of green before, outlined by  an
almost amber ring.
 "So this is your 'big brother'?"  Michael cringed inside and out.
 "Oh no, not you too?"
 Bonnie giggled at Michael's obvious discomfort.  "Yes I tell everyone about
you and how you abuse my baby."
 "I, um, think I'm gonna go for a drive.  Escape the Tigress as it may be?"
With that he ducked out of the office.

 Hearing an engine start, Danielle turned to her friend. "You didn't mention
how handsome he is."
 Bonnie raised a knowing eyebrow.  "I figured I didn't have to."
 "I guess this means I don't get to meet Kitt?"
 Noting her disappointment, Bonnie asked, "How long are you in town?"
 "Here to stay.  The paper has offered me a full time reporter's position."
 "That's wonderful!" Bonnie beamed at her closest friend.  "Why don't you
stay at my apartment until you find yourself a place?"
 "Are you sure? I don't want to intrude.  I know we've kept in touch, but
it's been awhile since we've dormed together."
 "I know," came the mischievous answer.  "But think of all the trouble we
can get into now.  I should let Michael teach you how to pick locks."
 Absentmindedly she responded, "I bet that's not the only thing he's good
at."  Realizing she'd spoken aloud, Dany spun to see that Bonnie had been
too distracted making a phone call to hear.
 

*
 

 Michael drove back a few hours later to find the two women still talking.
 "They must have quite the past."  Michael sat inside the car watching the
girls giggle in the office.  "I think I'm afraid to ask."
 "They *are* class mates."  Sometimes he felt Michael could be so dense.
 "I know, that's what scares me."  The silence that followed let Michael
know that Kitt had no idea what he was talking about.  "Haven't you heard
all of Bonnie's stories?"
 "What stories?"  If Kitt could blink in confusion, he'd be doing so now.
 "She used to have a reputation for being quite the practical joker."
 "Bonnie!"
 "Yip, our Bonnie."  Smiling, he faced the modulator, "where do you think
you got it from?"
 "I assumed from your antics."
 "Antics??!!  Thanks a lot."
 Turning serious, Kitt voiced a simple question, one that had been on his
mind since earlier.  "You are attracted to her?"
 Eyes opening wide in what might of been surprise, he took a breath before
answering.  "I think you know me better than I know myself.  I am, very much
so."  Tilting his head he looked back to the office.  The two were making
their way towards them.  It had been a long time since someone had caught
his attention so thoroughly.  He had begun to wonder if anyone was ever
going to.  His own bodily reactions to her disturbed him. Yet there was more
to it.  This wasn't just a simple rise in hormones. Danielle had a presence
to her, one that made you look in her direction.  The same kind that Michael
possessed.  Exiting the car, he  nodded his greeting.
 "Finally you're back.  I promised to introduce Dany to Kitt."  Bonnie moved
to beside her baby and sat gently on his hood.  "Dany, meet Kitt, Kitt, this
is Danielle Weaver."  Lovingly, she caressed his hood.  Making it difficult
for him to remember his manners.  "It's nice to meet you Ms Weaver."
 "Dany, please Kitt."  Walking around she gazed with an open mouth at the
car.  Returning to stand beside her friend, she lay a hand on the side of
the car, where the passenger window and T-top met.  "He's warm?  How can
that be?"  The temperature outside was cool for that time of year, leaving
most cars cold to the touch.
 "It's the molecular bonded shell.  And Kitt himself."
 "It's so soft. So alive."
 Michael smiled at the awe in her.  She was so animated in every move, so
graceful.
 "Thank you for the compliments."  Kitt beamed in her presence.  Not only
was his mother showing him a great deal of affection, Dany was confirming
something Michael had been trying to convince him of for years.  He was
alive, in every sense.  Even the car body flowed with his life force.  Kitt
hummed with contentment.
 Bonnie continued the loving strokes, pride written all over her as Dany
found her confidence and began asking questions.  "Was he always
so...alive?"
 "Self aware yes, right from activation in the mainframe, but he's grown up,
learned from experiences.  Not all of them good."  She turned an evil glare
at Michael.
 "I don't think there is a single problem with my partner's personality."
Indignantly, he dropped down on the other side of the hood.
 "Thank you Michael."
  Chuckling at the interaction between friends, she had to know more.  "He
continues to learn?"
 "Just like you and me."  Somehow, she managed to exude even more pride.
 "That's incredible.  What was your basis for....his personality?"
 "He was given morals, for lack of a better term."
 "The Ten Commandments?"
 "Sort of.  His primary function is to preserve human life, Michael's life
being top on that list."
 "Why that directive?"
 "Kitt is the second AI to come out of Knight Industries.  Let's just say
they made a lot of mistakes with the first one.  That lead them to make sure
Kitt had certain personality traits."
 "You said his primary function, what else was there?"  She was now touching
the car, running her hands over most of him, distracting both Kitt and his
driver with her sensual movements.
 "The next was to make sure his personality would compliment Michael, to be
sure they could work together." Bonnie wasn't noticing.
 She stopped, her hands pausing on the spoiler, "How is that possible?"
 "I just coded it in."  She made it sound so simple.   "I spent a great deal
of time working on the programming.  Every one of his systems and responses
had to be confirmed before he was allowed the car.  The car itself can be
very dangerous.  Kitt is what makes the car beautiful and useful."  Another
hum wafted through the garage.
 With a dismissive tap, Bonnie stood.  "I don't know about you two, but I
have work to do."  Turning to Dany, who was peering into the car.  "I'll
give you the keys and you can make yourself at home."
 "I hate to ask, but can I borrow your car?"
 "I'll drive you."  Michael offered, knowing how much Bonnie hated being
without her car.
 "Really?"  Even Kitt could appreciate her excitement.
 "Of course, where's your stuff?"
 "I don't have much, I'll get it."
 As she walked to retrieve her bags, Bonnie turned to Michael, placing a
hand on his arm. "Thanks."
 "No problem.  She's gonna stay with you for awhile?"
 "Until she can find her own place." Bonnie handed Michael her spare keys.
"I know you have a set, but Dany can have these."
 With a quick nod, he took them, fishing out his key chain from his jeans.
Kitt had already popped the trunk and Dany loaded her two bags inside,
laying them gently, as if she'd hurt him if they were flung.
 

*
 

 They were halfway to Bonnie's before Kitt could no longer contain himself
 "May I Michael?"
 He'd been waiting for this, "be my guest."
 Counting down from 3, Kitt took control.
 "What are you...?"  Dany squeaked as Michael let go of the steering wheel.
Then gaped when the car drove on.  "He can drive?"
 "Yup."
 "He drives so smoothly."  Looking from the wheel to the road, she calmed,
amazed beyond words.
  "Bonnie taught him."
 "Thank Heaven for small mercies."  She had the most captivating laugh
Michael had ever heard.  Silently he thanked Kitt for taking control of the
car, 'cause he wasn't sure if he had the concentration to keep a straight
line at the moment.
 "The smoothest you'll ever experience.  He asked me to teach him emergency
maneuvers early on in our partnership.  It wasn't long before we were trying
to outdo each other.  Kitt does have more control in quick skids after a
turbo boost."  At least giving details distracted him.
 Frowning, she turned to him.  He was so at ease, his arms crossed loosely
in front of his chest.  "Turbo Boost?  What's that?"
 "He jumps."
 "Say what?" Her voice deepened.
 "He can jump.  I think our record of height is well over 100 feet and
distance, I can't remember, but it's constantly increasing."
 "I hate to be a pest, but how far is it to Bonnie's place?"
 "5.23 minutes, unless we hit a red light, in which case.."
 "He definitely has his own personality."  Interrupting Kitt, she faced
Michael. Finding him staring at her,  she blushed slightly, but didn't turn
away.
 Nodding in agreement,  "That he does."
 'Bonnie said he was good looking, but he's more than that.  Those eyes,
they're breath taking'
 Kitt stopping by the curb in front of the apartment complex brought both
passengers back to reality.
 Carrying one of the bags for Dany, Michael lead her through the building.
Second floor, two doors down on the right hand side, Michael stopped.
 Dany watched him closely, his movements were self assured, almost arrogant.
She had to look up at him.  Her respectable 5'6 left her staring at the top
of his chest.  Not a view she minded.
 Opening the door, Michael handed her the keys. "For you.  Round outside,
square inside."
 "You've been here?"  For some reason she wanted to know just how close
Bonnie was to her handsome co worker.
 "A few times."  Suddenly realizing the implication in the question, he
tried to find a tactful way to explain his relationship with Bonnie.  "She's
asked me to bring Kitt a few times, plus a few Foundation get togethers and
I helped her move in."  Shrugging he hoped he got the message across.
 Smiling up at him, her next words floored him.  "We're playing quite the
game here huh?"
 "Sorry?" She was blunt alright.
 "Look, I know I'm being direct here, but, there's something between us,
right?"
 "I'm glad you noticed it."  His heart was pounding.  "So what do you want
to do about it, if anything?"
 "I want to get to know you."  She was absolutely sure he was going to tell
her where to shove that idea.
 "Gladly.  How about lunch tomorrow?"
 "Can I call you?"  She noticed his expression fall and couldn't help the
smile. "No, no, that's not what I mean.  I'm expected in the paper tomorrow
and I don't know how long I'll be.  I have no idea whether I'm going to have
time for lunch, or maybe we'll have to wait for dinner."
 The radiant smile she recieved weakened her knees.  Pulling a card and a
pen from his jacket, he scribbled a number on the back.  "This is the direct
line to Kitt.  Try the Foundation first, but if not, you can reach me here."
 Smiling just as brightly, feeling like a school girl, she accepted the keys
and the card.
 "I'd better get back before Bonnie thinks we kidnapped you."  Watching him
leave she bit back the comment that popped into her head. 'Like that would
be a bad thing?'
 

*
 

 For some reason Kitt telling him there was an incoming call on their
private line surprised Michael. He'd been thinking so much about Danielle
that he'd almost driven past the facility that he and Kitt were to drop off
files to earlier.  That lead to a barrage of remarks from a very amused
Kitt, who was more than happy to use this ammunition against his driver,
leaving Michael in fits of embarrassed laughter.
 Hitting the buttons, he answered.  "Hello."
 "Hi, Michael it's Dany.  I tried the Foundation first, but they said you
were out."  Kitt couldn't believe Michael's relieved and excited reaction to
her voice.
 "No problem, we're on our way back in now."  Looking around, a little
disconcerted, "I don't even know what time it is."
 "Four twenty Michael." Kitt answered.
 Raising his eyebrows, he shrugged. "I guess it's a good thing we didn't
make plans."
 "Are you available tonight?"
 "Our ETA to the Foundation is one hour and twenty minutes."
 "Does Kitt always do that?"
 With great affection, Michael answered. "He knows me better than I know
myself.  After so many years working together he can almost read my mind.
Anyway, as to your previous question, what time are you finished at the
paper?"
 "Another hour or so."
 "How about I pick you up there?"
 "I really don't want to wait around here."
 "You won't"
 "But?"
 "I know, but Kitt and I have some open highway to make up time."
 "You're going to speed?"
 "I'm already doing well over 100.  This is slow for us."
 "Really?"
 "Yes."  He was laughing. "Remember Kitt can scan ahead for
any...disruptions."
 "I think I'm going to have a rough time equating Kitt the car to regular
driving vehicles."
 "That's because he's not a 'regular vehicle'."
 "I don't know if I want to know this, but what's your regular speed?"
 "On open road, around 120 to 150.  We do obey speed limits within town
lines, unless there is a legitimate reason."
 "That makes me feel better, I think."
 "So how 'bout it?  Nice causal dinner at a quiet restaurant."
 "Sounds nice."
 "Good. I'll meet you in front of the paper in just over an hour."
 "I'll be waiting."
 "I'll see ya."
 With that Michael cut the connection, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
 
 

 After picking up Danielle, Michael drove across town to a place he knew
would not only be quiet, but far from any prying Foundation eyes.
 Kitt perked up inside his CPU recognizing the spot as he pulled in.  They
hadn't been here in a long time.  Since Stevie actually.  Michael's choice
of location spoke volumes.

 "Are you going to be okay here Kitt?"
 "Of course.  Take your time and don't walk past the table."
 Firing a dirty look inside the car, between clenched teeth he growled,
"shut up!"  Slamming the door, trying not to laugh, he went to take his date
inside.
 The hostess seated them near the back, beside a softly burning fireplace.
 "Michael, I need to clarify something, before....we continue."
 Looking up from his coffee, he waited, watching her anxious expression.  "B
said to expect certain things from you."  Michael groaned, having an idea of
what Bonnie had told her.
 "Look, I know I haven't been the most...consistent in my life, but, I have
no intentions of a one night stand.  If that's what you're thinking. This,"
he motioned between the two of them, "is different from anything I've
experienced before.  I don't believe in 'love at first sight'."
 "Then why are we here?"
 "'Cause I think I changed my mind."
 Relaxing, she nodded.  "Okay, part two.  We both know we live erratic
lives.  As a reporter I can be called away at any time.  Just like you and
Kitt can."
 "I got ya.  No panicking if one or the other suddenly has to leave."
 "Or if you can't reach me.  I have a pager and I'll give you the number,
but if I'm in a press conference, or conducting an interview it will be off.
I just want you to know that I'm not ignoring you, or avoiding you.  You
understand the lifestyle."
 "That I do.  Can I ask a favor?"
 "Sure."
 "Don't listen to a word Bonnie says about me okay."
 That deep, captivating laugh surrounded him again. "Okay.  But I ask the
same of you.  We did some pretty wild things in high school."
 "Like?"  Eyebrows raised, curiosity getting the better of him.
 "Like I learned how to break and enter.  That reminds me, B said you can
teach me to pick a lock."
 Chuckling with surprise, "What would you need that trick for?"
 "We reporters don't always play the game by the books.  If I need a scoop,
I'm going for it.  Any way need be."
 "I'll teach you.  It takes a delicate touch."
 "That I have."  Left staring at her, flooded with the implication in her
words, Michael let the topic drop.
 

*

 Bonnie watched Kitt pull into the lot.  "Why am I not surprised?" she asked
herself as Michael helped Dany out of the car.
 A few minute later she heard the key in the door and watched her friend
walk in.
 "Hey.  I expected you to still be at the Foundation."  Dany dropped the
keys on the table beside the door.
 "Are you hungry?"  Nice, discrete way to find out the information that she
wanted.
 "No, Michael and I went to dinner."
 "Dany I.."
 "B, stop.  I know what you said.  But I'm a grown woman and I can make my
own decisions." Dany stopped, a question nagging at her, she turned to face
Bonnie.  "Did he dump you or something?"
 Jaw dropping, eyes flying open, Bonnie couldn't believe the question she'd
just been asked.  Hotly, she fired at Dany, "No, never!  I never even went
out with him."
 "Ah, I got it.  Look B, I'm not trying to pick a fight."
 "Sorry.  I just worry about you."
 "There is no need.  Actually, I asked him straight out what his intentions
were."
 "And?  What did he say?"  The suspense was killing her.  Michael, being put
on the spot.  This could be good.
 "That he had no intentions of this being a one night stand." Smiling shyly,
"He said that he never believed in love at first sight, until now."
 For the second time that night Bonnie's jaw hit the ground.  Never, in all
the time she had known Michael had she ever heard of him saying something
like that.  He wasn't one for cheesy lines, but this, this was different.
"Maybe he is serious."
 "I hope so.  I have never encountered a man like that before.  I mean, he's
a man, not a guy.  You know what I'm trying to say?"
 Giggling Bonnie pulled her friend down to the couch.  "Yes I do.  I've
known him for a long time now and I have thought about seeing him.  But it's
not something I figured would work."
 In a teasing tone Dany nudged her, "your loss is my gain.  I can't believe
tonight.  And Kitt, he..he reads Michael like a book."
 "Um hum.  It's amazing isn't it."
 "Is that what he was programmed to do?"
 "No, not at all. They were supposed to work together, not live together.
The best piece of advice I can give you, is get to know Kitt as well as
Michael because those two are inseparable."
 "I don't want to interfere."
 Bonnie put a hand up at her friends concern. "It's Michael's decision.
Lets just say that the women in his life have not always been kind to him."
 "Oh, I was worried you'd say that."
 "Why?"
 "More emotional baggage.  Great."
 "I didn't say that.  Or at least that's not what I meant. Michael, is just
Michael."
 "He is one of a kind isn't he?"
 The two sat, smiling from ear to ear like two school girls, finding love
for the first time.
 "You aren't going to be upset if I pursue this?"
 Bonnie blinked, slightly taken aback. "Why should I?  Sure I love him, but
he's more like a brother, a big pain in the ass one.  Look if it works out
for the two of you, then I don't have to deal with his temper."
 "Sounds intriguing.  I would certainly *love* to handle him."
 "When did you become so forward?"
 "Am I shocking your sensibilities?"
 "Well, no, it's just.."
 "I'm bugging you.  Michael was just as shocked when I came out and asked
him.  The reaction is worth it.  I've never seen your eyes pop out like
that.  And Michael, he looked like someone had shoved a hot poker at him."
 "You unnerved Michael?  I'm impressed."
 "Thank you, I'm off to bed.  I'm sure I'm going to have some sweet dreams."
Winking at Bonnie, she disappeared into the spare room, closing the door
behind her.
 Shaking her head at the closed door, Bonnie stood.  "Heaven help you
Michael, you have no idea what you're getting into.  She's far too much like
you."
 

*

 "Michael is this a new record?"  Kitt asked a few weeks later as they made
their way home after what had been a very intense assignment.  Michael had
ended up in the hospital, again, with a slash wound to his arm and side,
requiring a large amount of stitches.
 "Is what a record?"  He was tired, sore and looking forward to seeing
someone.
 "It's been four weeks and you are still talking about her."
 Smiling as he dozed in the dark interior, "I told you this felt different."
 "Are you thinking marriage?"
 "No, not at all, but long term for sure."  Frowning, then grimacing as he
sat up, he looked pointedly at the dash. "Is there something bothering you
Kitt?"
 "I was just wondering.." He broke off, unsure if he should continue.
 "Come on Pal, you can ask me anything, you know that."
 "I was wondering, where this leaves us?"
 "Us?  What do you mean...."  Then it clued in, "Kitt, I'm not leaving the
Foundation.  If Dany asked me that, it would be the end of it."
 "You have been distracted of late."
 "I know." He smiled guiltily.
 "Is she what you were thinking about while Tangoing with.."
 "No, of course not!  How the hell could you ask me that?  Jesus, Kitt, I
was too busy trying to keep my scalp."
 "Michael, please understand.  I had to ask." It was a desperate plea.
  Highly disappointed, Michael punched the 'manual' button.  "No, Kitt, you
didn't"  They drove the rest of the way in silence.
 

*

 Out behind the Foundation facilities, Michael sat in the window of Dany's
new car.  Windows down, doors locked, Kitt behind them, he had begun to
instruct Dany in the fine art of lock picking.  Using the two, easily
concealed pieces of metal, he quickly popped the door.
 "It's simple, once you get the feel."
 Taking the tiny tools, she dropped down on both knees.  Michael relocked
the door, then stood behind her.
 "Okay, larger one first, then smaller underneath."  Trying different
angles, she attempted to duplicate the movements Michael had just shown her.
It refused to work.  Looking closer, she just couldn't figure it out.
 "You're thinking too much."  Crouching on one knee, he reached around her,
guiding her hands.  "Don't look, feel the tumblers."
 She was finding it awfully hard to concentrate with his arms around her,
his chest just behind her back and his breath against her neck.  It would be
so easy to lean back into him.  With his guidance, the lock turned. She
turned her head towards his.  He was facing her, a serious look on his face
as his eyes moved over her.
 "What?"
 "You have chameleon hair."
 "Huh?"
 "In some lights it's dark red, but out here, it changes from red to blond
to platinum."  Taking his hand from hers, he swept a lock of her hair back
from her face.
 Hearing Kitt's scanner track, she focused on her car.  Trying again,
Michael only guided her one hand, letting her get a feel for what she was
doing.  A few seconds later the lock popped.
 "Okay, try again."  He stood, locking the door and stepping back.
 Two tries and the door opened.  "I did it."  She beamed up at him.
 "I never doubted it.  I figured you would be able to grasp the idea of
feel."
  Unable to contain the smile, yet thinking better than to point out the
innuendo in his sentence, she stood and hugged him.
 He couldn't believe it.  Closing his eyes, he held her, splaying his hands
over her back.  Trying to capture the feel of her arms around his neck.
 "Michael.  Devon is calling."
 Breaking away with a smile, "that man has the worst timing."   Stepping
back, her beeper went off.  "Real life calls again.  I'll call you later."
Handing back the tools, she jogged to her car. Sighing contentedly, he
returned to his responsibilities.
 

*
 

 It had only been two days this time, but for some reason it felt like an
eternity for both of them.  Hearing about Dany was getting old for Kitt.
Anytime Michael opened his mouth, it seemed like her name came out.
Considering their last conversation, Kitt refused to say anything to his
driver.  Life was definitely changing.  Right down to the topics the pair
spoke about, when they weren't discussing Michael's new interest.
 Kitt sighed, watching Michael talk to an informant.  The word on the street
was there would soon be some high tech plans for sale.  No one knew what
exactly, or where this rumor began.  Buyers however, were jumping on the
bandwagon.  Payment amounts were increasing substantially.  This wasn't
getting them anywhere.  Though the merchandise was to be available soon, no
timetable had been set.  So, they were just spinning their wheels, wasting
time.
 In a huff, Michael dropped into the car.  "This is nuts. I could be on a
beach somewhere, or doing something useful, like watching cement set."
 "Why don't you call it a day and call her.  Before you drive me,
figuratively and literally off the deep end."
 Mood changing in an instant, he smiled at his partner. "I might just do
that."  After a pause, "I mean call her.  I'll drive you over the deep end
another day."
 "I appreciate you notifying me ahead of time."  Laughing, he peeled out of
the alleyway.
 

*

 Kitt observed the interaction between his driver and Dany. They sat on a
blanket on the riverbank, sipping wine and talking.  Kitt knew he shouldn't
be watching, but he couldn't seem to divert his attention.  He felt himself
longing for something he could never have.  Something that had never crossed
his CPU before.  But Michael looked so happy, sitting with her along the
river's edge.  It was a romantic sight.  Michael had been spending more and
more time with Danielle, and as much as he hated to admit it, he could see
why.  None of the other women that had entered their lives had supported the
lifestyle.  Dany accepted not only the dangers, but Kitt as well.  He liked
her and that fact drove him crazy.  On one hand, she was a lovely woman,
kind, considerate, and absolutely in love with Michael, but not possessive.
On the other hand, all Kitt could feel was jealousy.  He was watching her
take his driver away from him.  This *was* unlike any relationship Michael
had ever been involved in.  Sure he loved Stevie, but this was more intense.
Dany didn't seem to expect any changes within Michael's life.
 Soft laughter caught his attention.  Dany was lying back against the grass
and Michael was sitting over her as they talked.  That was another thing
that bothered Kitt.  He wasn't sure why, it just did.
 Sighing to himself, he completed a routine scan.  Nothing.  Only the
wildlife joined them on the warm moonlit summer's night.  It was just too
perfect.

 "Hey Kitt, wakey, wakey."  Michael smiled as the lights came on inside the
car.
 "Have a nice nap?"  Dany asked as she settled into the passenger seat.
 "I don't sleep.  I power down."
 "Grrruuummmpy.  You are not a night hawk are you?"
 "Nope, that's my department.  But he is annoyingly cheerful in the
mornings."  She watched as Michael instinctively hit a small button on the
steering column, starting the engine.
 "A perfect match.  Who's more irritable when tired?"
 "He is," both partners accused in unison, causing Dany to double over in
giggles.

 Parking in the driveway of Dany's rented house, Michael walked her to the
door.  From his point of view, it all happened in slow motion.  One minute
he was standing in front of her doorway, intending just a slight peck on her
cheek before calling it a night.  The next thing he knew, she was in his
arms and he was kissing her and rather enjoying it.  There was something in
this kiss, a fire he had never experienced before.  It wasn't desire, nor
passion, it was love, deep seeded love.  It was delicate, the way she ran
her tongue over his, over his lips, yet letting him lead.  He held her
tightly, feeling her arms around his neck, holding him with the same
possessiveness.  He'd never experienced anything like this and was lost
within it.
 Kitt whimpered.  He'd now lost Michael.  It was no longer only the two of
them.  They'd said before that they couldn't possibly share one another, but
it was happening.  He had no claim over his driver.  There was no reason for
him to feel this way, but it was getting worse.  Now they were kissing.  The
relationship had blossomed.  He not only had to share his mother, but his
best friend as well.  He looked to blame the woman who stood in Michael's
arms, but he couldn't find it within himself to do so.  He kept trying to
talk to Michael, but it always came out wrong.  He wasn't able to voice his
feelings.  Michael's attitude towards him had not changed, at least not as
yet.  Their lives were changing though, and had done so drastically in the
past five minutes.
 The door opening caught Kitt off guard.  Gunning the engine, Michael looked
towards the house with a lazy smile.
 Kitt's heart sank.  "Aren't you staying the night?"  Why he'd asked with
such a nasty tone was beyond him.
 Michael shifted a confused gaze to the modulator.  "Hell no.  This is not
something to rush into."  That was not the answer Kitt wanted to hear.
 

*
 

 "Kitt?"  Bonnie's voice cut through his thoughts early the next morning.
 "Yes Bonnie?"  At least he could answer normally.
 "Why is there such a strain on your energy reserves?  Is something wrong?"
 This was probably the best time to broach this subject.  "Bonnie, how do
you feel about Michael seeing Danielle?"
 "So this is what's bothering you."  Opening the drivers door, she sat back
inside.  "Kitt we have no say over what they do with their lives."
 "That doesn't answer my question."
 Something had been nagging at her, since Dany appeared a few months ago,
though she was sure it was her imagination. "How about if you tell me what
you think?"
 "I think I'm jealous."
 "Really?"  That caught her off guard.  "Why?"
 "Because he's mine."  The force behind Kitt's statement took her completely
by surprise.  "I mean.."
 "Don't even try lying to yourself.  Is that the most honest you've been
since this began?"
 The single word, "yes." softly filled the cabin.
 "Good, now what else are you feeling.  Don't hide your feelings from me.  I
won't tell."
 "I know you won't Bonnie. I'm unsure how to express myself however."
 "I know that one, just start."
 "I like her....I'm just...I can't place an emotion to it."
 "Gut feeling?"
 "Yes.  Do you feel it as well?"
 "Yes I do.  Don't ask me to tell you why.  I can't.  This is a long way
from what she was like in school.  Maybe that's part of it."
 "Why doesn't Michael see it?"
 Taking a deep breath, "because he's in love."
 "I'm not sure I like the events unfolding before us."
 "Me neither, but it's Michael's life and he has a right to be happy."
 "I'm aware of that fact, but why.."
 Bonnie smiled, "Aren't we enough?"
 "Essentially yes." His tone belied his unsureness.  This was a topic he
needed to discuss, yet he didn't like his own reactions.
 Gently, Bonnie hoped to be able to explain a few aspects of human nature to
her still young and naive AI. "Kitt, I know that you understand this in some
context, but, people need..."
 "A lover?"  Kitt finished for her.
 "Yes, I guess that's the best way to say this.  Michael's life is
constantly threatened, he needs someone who accepts him and you, you are
still top priority to him."
 "I still don't understand, if he..." Kitt almost let it slip. "If we are so
important to each other, why does he need Dany?"
 "Simply, because she's.."
 "Female."  Kitt interrupted.  "I think I understand it now."
 "Kitt, you know you're my baby, that I love you."
 "I know Bonnie."
 "Then talk to me when you need to.  I am aware that for the most part,
Michael is there for you, but if you're unsure, or need another point of
view.  Corner me, we'll go for a drive and talk."
 There was a relieved smile in his voice.  "I'll remember that.  And
Bonnie?" She paused as she stepped out, turning to face his voice box. "I
consider you my mother and I love you as well."
 Not expecting this, happy tears filled her eyes.  Closing the door, she
reached over his roof in the closest facsimile to a hug that Kitt had ever
felt.
 

*
 

 Having picked up Dany from her house late that Saturday evening, Michael
drove to his favorite place, the beach.  Parking the car, he found the
perfect radio station.  Sitting on the hood, he motioned for Dany to join
him.
 "Kitt doesn't mind?"
 "Go ahead Dany. I don't mind at all."  In honesty, he had an unreal urge to
roll the car away.
 Watching the sun set, they lay back against the windshield.  Dany curled
into Michael's chest. His arms holding her there firmly.  She'd never felt
so content before.  Strong arms holding her, his heart beat in her ear and a
gorgeous bright pink sunset.
 "This is what it's all about isn't it?"  She asked snuggling in closer.
 "Yes it is.  Kitt and I come here often, to just...be."  His voice through
his chest was an octave deeper.
 "I can see why."  Thinking for a second, she tipped her face up, staying
against him, but able to see his face.  "There is a connection between us,
isn't there?"
 Shifting an amazed look at her, "You feel it too?"
 Unsure of her voice, she nodded.
 "It's good to hear.  I was wondering if it was just my imagination."
 "Is this your imagination?" Lifting up, she kissed him.  Rolling her onto
her back, Michael took control of the kiss. Cradling her head in his hand,
he deepened it, letting some of his weight rest against her.
 Breaking the kiss for a moment, he let his lips brush against hers as he
spoke.  "You're beautiful my chameleon."

 Kitt turned away from the two on his hood.  Michael was letting her into
their life.  'Their life.' He hadn't realized that was how he saw it.  It
wasn't.  Michael was a man and he was a computer.  The differences in
expectations were exorbitant.  Kitt would never have want for a lover.  Sure
he was loved, those around him openly showed their affection for him.
Flesh, however had more specific needs.  As Michael was proving on his hood.
He was tactful, Kitt had to give him that.  The kiss was broken shortly
there after.  The pair happily resumed their previous position.  Remaining
lying against one another long after the sun had gone down.
 

*
 

 "Hi, yes the car is everything we thought it would be, and then some."
 "So the good Doctor is being co-operative?" Asked the deep male voice.
 "Exceedingly."
 "You are sure the AI was her creation?"
 "From the first chip.  She has given me detailed descriptions of how she
brought him to life."
 "And his driver?"
 "Will shortly be under my control."  The complete confidence came with the
statement.
 Knowing laughter came over the line.  "Not surprising."
 "I have to admit to enjoying this assignment.  He's rather a handsome and
passionate man."
 "But no match for your feminine wiles?"
 "Is any man?"  Before replacing the receiver, full laughter roared into her
ear.
 

*
 

 "Another day with nothing.  Have we ever gone this long with such dismal
results?"
 "I don't believe so."  The AI's reply was just as frustrated.
 "Okay, rehash, the black market is positive that someone, somewhere is
going to release some highly classified computer documents."  Pausing at a
red light, he wracked his brain for a connection.  "No one knows who, where,
when or how.  Great.  Did I miss something?"
 "Other than our destination the other day."  Michael could have sworn he
heard Kitt laughing at him.
 "Would you give up on that one!"
 "Not on your life."
 "You are *not* funny."
 "Michael, I'm receiving a call on our private line."
 "Nice save.  From who?"  Kitt had used *that* tone.  The one that said
'you're either going to be highly amused by this or really mad.'
 "A Sargent Parker, concerning Danielle."
 "Patch it through."  Holding his laughter for the moment, he waited for the
details on what he was sure was going to be one hell of a humorous reason.
 "Mr Knight?"
 "Speaking."
 "I have a Danielle Weaver here, wishing to speak to you.  Do you accept?"
 "Yes I do."
 A second later, a familiar subdued voice came over the line.  "Hi Michael."
 "Dany, what in the world did you do?"
 "Got caught breaking and entering."
 That was it, he bust up laughing. "Where are you?"
 "District County Courthouse."
 "We're on our way."
 "Michael?"
 "Yeah?"
 "Please quit laughing before you get here."  That only made things worse.

 Walking up to the desk, the blond man looked up and frowned.  "I shoulda
known.  What have you been teaching this girl?"
 "Nothing, Dave."  Michael leaned in conspiratorially.  "I don't get
caught."
 "Yeah, right.  How many times have you been in here?"
 "Too many." Kitt dryly commented over the comlink.
 "Stay out of this you." Michael was trying hard to keep his laughter in
check. The smile that kept cracking through was proof he was losing.  "Where
is she?"
 "I'll go get her.  You could teach her some manners too."
 Raising his arms, Michael could not accept blame in that department.

 A few minutes later Michael spotted Dany being lead out.
 Shamefaced, she stepped up to Michael, more than aware of the leering eyes
behind her. "Hi Michael."  She reached for a hug.
 "I can't believe you got yourself arrested."  Laughter threatened as he
held her briefly.
 Pushing away, fierce green eyes met dancing blue.
 Before he got himself in more trouble, he turned her, "lets get out of
here."
 Once in Kitt, he let loose, almost giggling at her.  "What, may I ask, were
you doing?"
 "Getting my scoop.  I told you.."
 "I know, I know."  He put a hand up to stop her.  He wasn't sure he wanted
to hear more.
 "You have to teach me stealth techniques."
 He just looked at her.  "No way, I've already created enough of a monster."
 "You can say that again."  Kitt was just as amused at the woman sitting
fuming in his passenger seat.
 In a huff, she slammed back against the seat.  "Fine. Then I hope you enjoy
rescuing me from that place."
 "Just make sure you only land yourself in jail when I'm in town."
 "You're enjoying this aren't you?"
 "Oh, Hell yeah.  I've taken more than enough ribbing myself.  I figure I
should share the bounty."
 "You're funny." She griped.
 "I know."
 "You two deserve each other."  Michael and Dany turned to the modulator,
then each other before nodding in agreement.
 Feeling a little better with Michael, she faced him. "Drop me off at B's
will you?"
 Tipping his head, "okay, why?"
 "I forgot a few things when I left."
 "Do you need to be let in?"
 "Nope, I still have the keys.  I haven't seen her since.  Maybe we could
all go for lunch."
 "Sounds good.  I'd love to hear the stories you two have created."
 "It will not be a Dany bashing session."
 "You take all my fun away."
 "Not all." His head swung to face her mischievous gaze.  Swallowing hard,
he tried to ignore his body's reaction to her innuendo.  Damn she was good
at doing this to him. He was sure she knew it too.
 Michael stopped under the concrete awning of Bonnie's building.
 "Thanks." Dany leaned over to kiss him deeply for just a second before
jumping out of the car and trotting out of sight.  Watching her, he was left
speechless.  As far as he knew, she'd never been in jail before.  She just
took it in stride.  Literally bouncing back in front of him.  Then kissing
him like that. He had never known such a short kiss to leave such a lasting
impression.  His lips still tingled.
 "Earth to Michael."  Kitt was having far too much fun at his expense.
 "Alright, we're going."
 

 Dany watched Kitt burn rubber out of the lot.  Once she was sure they had
left, she began rummaging through Bonnie's apartment.  She was sure she'd
find diagrams, blue prints or whatever the plans for Kitt's CPU were called.
They had to know what hardware was needed as well as the software.  Slowly
she made her way around the apartment.  Under a table, she found her
objective.  A small safe.  Pulling out a tiny device, she activated it.  She
had no idea how it worked, just how to work it.  Pressing a few buttons it
revealed the combination.  The door clicked open.  Inside were numerous
files.  Quickly she ascertained what she needed and began photographing.  It
didn't take long.  Bonnie had always been an organized individual.  All the
files were nicely labeled,  making Dany's job easy.  She also knew Bonnie
stayed at work late, unless Michael and Kitt were not expected in.  But
today they were home and Bonnie would want to give Kitt a once over before
coming home.  That left her a good chunk of time yet.
 Closing the files and replacing them exactly as she found them, Dany made
her way to the guest room to pick up the sweater she had 'forgotten'.
 

part two