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Survival K.I.T.T.

Knight Rider Beyond #2

Knight Rider and its characters are the property of Glen A. Larson and Universal.
The Beyond Series and its characters are mine.

Soundtrack - Lucky You by lostprophets, Long Way Down by Goo Goo Dolls, Tomorrow by Avril Lavigne.

Thanks to Favourite for the name. I got it from one of your plotline challenges at the Foundation.


Chapter 1

The small staff gathered inside the main hall of the resort. Small talk could be heard as well as speculation.

"Why do you think she's called the meeting?"

"Beats me. I hope it's about our pay."

"You think?"

Amy O'Rourke made her way to the front of the small crowd. "Excuse me. Uh, excuse me."

One of the maintenance workers whistled. "Hey! Everybody listen up!" They finally had their attention. "All yours."

"Thanks, Griffin. Thanks everyone for coming. I also want to thank you all for all your hard work so far this year…"

"Hey, Am, that mean we're gonna get a raise this year?" Some of the workers laughed.

Her hands wrung around the paper she was carrying. "Well, no. That's kind of why I asked you all here. See, with my father's death and business being slow as it is this season…"

"What are you saying?"

"No one will be getting a raise this year, and we may end up having to let some of you go."

People began to talk amongst themselves. "What?" "I was counting on that raise." "What will happen to this place?"

Amy raised her hand. "Please. I'm sure if we tighten some strings, everything will be alright. We just have to make some sacrifices."

"Sacrifices?" said Pete, the janitor. "I spent fifty-two years workin' for your father and he never let things get this bad." Amy lowered her head.

Griffin put his hand on his shoulder. "Come on, Pete. I'll buy ya a drink." Pete grumbled and walked out.

"Well, that's all I really wanted to say. I'm sorry guys." She dismissed the staff and ended the meeting. Afterwards, several people offered her encouragement.

"I'm sure everything will be alright, Amy. You sent out those brochures last week. Maybe those will get people's attention."

"I hope you're right, Beth. If things don't improve soon…"

"Hey, Aunt Amy!" a younger man called.

"Yeah, Eric?" she asked, straightening up some chairs.

"I'm still going to get my raise, right?"

"Eric, I told you. You get treated and paid the same as everyone else."

"But I was counting on that money for a new set of wheels." Amy didn't appear to be listening. "Look, why don't you just let my dad buy the place like he wants?"

"Eric, your grandfather left this resort to me when he died. I'm not about to hand it over just like that."

"But Aunt Amy…"

Suddenly, shots were heard. Glass was sprayed and people ducked as the front windows of the resort were shot out.


Cara Knight watched as her brother worked under the modified silver Trans Am. "Come on, Jon. No one will mind if you take one afternoon off."

"Pshh. Bonnie would. She's got my workload backed up for the next two weeks." He pulled hard on something. A large branch fell into his hand. "You two been takin' short cuts again?" He threw it aside.

"Don't look at me. Star's the one with the built-in roadmap."

"Hey, don't look at me either. It was those wonderful coordinates that Kitt sent me."

Jon shook his head and made some minor adjustments. "There. How's that feel?"

The car started. "Much better."

He got in. "Well, I better take you out for a test run just to make sure."

"Jon." Cara said.

"Look, baby girl, I'm sorry. I promise, we'll do something once I get some time off alright?" He took off for the test track.

Cara watched him drive off. She was the agent, and he was the mechanic, yet somehow he still got most of the work. She had begun to notice that her cases were nothing like Michael's. They involved corporate fraud, larceny, and the occasional drug bust. But nothing nearly as exciting as her father's old cases. She wondered if he was giving her a light workload on purpose.

She walked across the grounds of the Foundation in search of any form of entertainment. All she saw were the same people she saw everyday, doing what they were supposed to do be doing. She went up a small hill and saw the gardener on her left, and a black car on her right. She smiled and made her way over.

K.I.T.T. was running some new data into his memory banks, when he noticed Michael's daughter approaching. Without a word, she plopped down on his warm hood and sighed.

"Is something the matter, Cara?"

"Yeah. I'm bored."

"Did you read the list of literary suggestions I provided for you?"

"Uh-huh. Twice."

"Twice?" He thought a moment. "How about a game of virtual chess?"

"Star and I played virtual checkers all afternoon yesterday."

"I could read to you the life cycle of the long billed curlew. It's quite interesting."

Cara made a grunting noise, then sprawled across the hood and wide screen. "Uh! That's it. I've died of boredom."

Kitt noticed the gardener watching. "Cara, maybe you should get down."

"Can't. I'm dead." 'Come on, Kitt.' she thought. 'Play along. Do something. I'm dying here.'

He felt her hand gently squeeze a windshield wiper. Very well. He could humor the girl. "Are you sure about that?" he asked her.

"Yes. I've gone on to the great beyond." she replied, overdramatically.

"In that case, there's only one thing left to do." He started the turbine engine.

Cara instantly sat up. "Kitt! What are you doing?"

"Finding a proper place for a burial." He began to drive very slowly, but fast enough to amuse her.

She held on. "Kitt, that's not funny." she laughed. "Stop and let me down."

"I can't if you're deceased."

"Kitt!" They drove past the gardener, barely missing the flowers he was tending to.

"Watch it!"

"Sorry, Mr. Kovach!" Cara called behind her, holding on.


Michael stood on the steps of the Foundation for Law and Government, going through the day's mail.

'First notice. Second notice. Final notice…' It looked like the special grant provided to FLAG from the government had arrived just in time. The last item caught his eye. It was a brochure of a ski resort. He flipped through it.

Michael then heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. He turned and saw Kitt pull up with Cara riding on his hood. She laughed as they came to a stop.

"You know, usually people ride in cars, not on them."

"I'm sorry, Michael." Kitt said. "But it appears your daughter has expired from boredom."

"That so?" He walked over and helped her down. "That's too bad. I think I have just the thing here that might have saved her."

"Really?" she asked. "What?" He put something in her hand. "Last month's water bill?"

"Oh sorry. Here."

Cara looked through the pamphlet. It was of a vacation spot. "Dusty's Peak. Ski Resort and Lodge."

"What do you say?"

She shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Might be fun. I've never gone skiing before."

"Great. I'll make the reservations and let Bonnie know we'll be taking Kitt with us and…"

"Now hold on. I fail to see where this will be a vacation for me. If the both of you want to spend time outside in freezing temperatures go ahead. I want no part of it."

"Come on, Kitt." said Cara. "I'm sure we can find something for you to do on our vacation."

Just then, Star pulled up. "Did someone say vacation? Can I come? My circuits could use some time off."

"Very well. I'll come along. Provided you'll do one thing."

"What's that, pal?"

"That you'll leave her here." Michael and Cara both laughed.


That's all I have written so far. Let me know what you think.