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Knight's Dragon

Centuries ago...

A man dressed in long, dark robes, with the hood pulled down low over his face sat in back of the tavern. In front of him lay a large, battered book. Piercing blue eyes caught the lamp light as the man bent forward over the book. His lips moved, but no sound came out as he memorized the wording in the book. Pausing once in a while to take a drink from the chipped mug. Beside him lay a long skinny bundle. The rags making up the bundle were tattered, and in one section they fell away to reveal a piece of black wood. Noticing this, the man quickly pulled the rags back over the section, hiding it from prying eyes. It had taken him six long months of searching, fighting and negotiating to get it and he wasn't about to lose it now. Closing the book, he paid for his drink, and made his way outside to the stable.

In the closest stall, a pure black horse neighed in challenge as he entered.

"Easy boy, it's just me." The man pushed his hood back revealing short, curly brown hair. Holding out his hand he let the horse lip a piece of sugar cube off his hand.

He opened the stall and slipped a bridle over the horses ears before leading him out. Once outside he began to run a brush over the sleek black hide. As he brushed the horse down, his eyes took on a faraway look. Memories flashed through his mind of his partner. Memories that were out of place in this time. He saw a pure black car easily clearing a towering wall, saw it coming between him and another car, saving his life. Shaking his head, he reminded himself that those memories were from another place and time. He missed his partner dearly, and had often wondered how his sudden disappearance had affected him.

Sighing softly he set the brush aside and swung the blanket onto the horses back, followed by the well worn saddle. Pulling himself into the saddle he pressed his heels into the horses side, moving out of the town at a brisk trot. Setting a course slightly north, they traveled for hours before coming to a hillside surrounded by trees. Gently pulling the horse to a halt he tied him to a tree well away from the top of the hill. If his plan worked, he didn't want the horse getting scared and taking off with out him.

Untying the long bundle from the saddle, he slid the rags off revealing a long curved staff. At the top of the staff was a dragon carved into it. Its wings spread, head lowered in challenge, its tail wrapping around the staff.

The man took out the book once again, reading a short passage. For the spell to work, thee must attach something to the staff that is connected to the soul of that which you wish to summon.

Closing the book and putting it away again, he then pushed back his long sleeve, revealing a black and grey box tied to his wrist with a piece of black material. Removing the item he secured it around the neck of the dragon on the staff. Holding the staff up, he made his way to the top of the hill. He knew this might not work. What if his partner wasn't truly alive as he thought? What if he'd been deactivated? He was alone here, his only hope of ever getting home again lay in his partner. And if it worked and they couldn't get home again, at least he wouldn't be alone. He knew it was selfish, but he had to do this. Standing with his legs slightly spread he held the staff in both hands above him. He felt slightly foolish, but quickly pushed it aside. Closing his eyes he began chanting the foreign words he had memorized from the book.

Centuries later in the year 1985

Kitt waited patiently in the garage for Bonnie to finish the work she was doing on his scanner. He felt bad about all the work that she'd had to do in the last three days. But had been given a choice he'd have done it all again. He had spent the last six months continuously on the road. He hadn't allowed a driver inside, and had only rendezvoused with the semi when it became a must. He would still have been out there searching for Michael if FLAG hadn't ordered that he return to take on a new driver. He didn't want a new driver. He wanted Michael. But as Michael had disappeared with out a trace, and Bonnie had made him promise that he wouldn't deactivate himself, he was stuck.

Bonnie finished the adjustments and sent Kitt off to the test track, following on foot. She watched as the car began the test. He moved flawlessly, but something was missing, his heart wasn't in it. Michael where are you? How could you leave Kitt...us, like that? Deep down she knew he wouldn't have done it on purpose. She closed her eyes as the memories of the night he had disappeared flooded back.

Flashback.

Kitts scans had showed nothing in the warehouse, But this is where the lead had said the transfer would take place. Michael had decided to go in on foot, having Kitt keeping a watch on everything. He had watched as Michael had went into the warehouse. As soon as he had entered, He'd disappeared. Kitt had watched in disbelief as Michael simply vanished. Activating the Com-link he received nothing but static. Panicking Kitt had turbo boosted through the wall. But Michael was simply gone. Kitt had called the Foundation, and together they had searched the warehouse and surrounding land for days without finding anything. Shortly after the search was called off, Kitt had hit the road, beginning a search of his own.

On the Test track Kitt had begun running a slalom of cones. Beep. Kitt reacted in surprise, sending six cones flying. That was the Com-link! He tried to activate it, Hope surging through him, but the hope soon died when there was no response. Maybe he had imagined it? He finished slalom and moved towards a section that was supposed to represent a busy intersection of a street. He swerved to miss cutouts of people, and other cars. A feeling began to come over him, he didn't understand it. It felt like someone was calling him. But there was no one. As he moved the feeling kept building, despite the fight he put up against it. He cleared the intersection and headed towards the ramp for the turbo boost test. The feeling became overwhelming and he decided to quit fighting it, letting it surround him and carry him away.

Bonnie watched in surprise as Kitt hit the cones. He was also faultering going through the intersection, even though he didn't hit anything. As he entered the straight stretch of road that lead to the turbo boost, she noticed the car begin to weave slightly. Watching in horror as the car failed to pick up speed to clear the water filled ditch. The Trans am simply went over the small ramp and fell straight into the water. She ran out to the car, noticing that it hadn't tried to get out at all. Jumping into the ditch she opened the door and slid in, realizing with shock that the cars lights and monitors were dark. Kitt was no longer there.