FIC: Come Back Down (Knight Rider AU, PG)
Come Back Down
Knight Rider AU, PG. For the_avril_game
Bonnie knows before she gets to the rubble that it's no use, that even nearly-indestructible alloy is no match for the end of the world.
She digs anyway.
*
Six days later her lungs still burn with every when she makes her dash between the crumbling estate and the labs. On each trip she curses Wilton Knight for not having the foresight to build underground tunnels, but she supposes he never anticipated this.
She buries herself in her work, spending her days much as she did before Michael left and the world went apeshit, and she takes comfort in knowing that not even the apocalypse changed the insides of a Trans-Am. Rebuilding a sentient car without 90% of the pieces she needs wasn't exactly what she had in mind for this week, but she'd rather be here than end up like Michael and Devon.
*
That night she awakens to a mechanical sputtering sound; the generator is dying. She stares at the ceiling until it chokes to a halt, then stuffs a small bag with clothes and the five bottles of water left in the fridge. By the time she makes it to the door the temperature in the house has risen to nearly 100 degrees.
One more mad sprint to the labs -- stifling now -- and then she's in the car, crossing her fingers that her modifications will be sufficient. Taking a deep breath, she pushes the button to activate the CPU.
"Hello. I am the Knight Automated Roving Robot. KARR, if you prefer," a pleasant female voice said. "Please identify yourself."
"I'm Bonnie," she said.
"Hello, Bonnie. I await your instructions."
"Let's get the hell out of here."
"Very well," KARR said, accelerating toward the nearest brick wall. "Please secure yourself in the seat, Bonnie. Our exit may be a little rough."
For the millionth time she wishes Michael were here.
Knight Rider AU, PG. For the_avril_game
Bonnie knows before she gets to the rubble that it's no use, that even nearly-indestructible alloy is no match for the end of the world.
She digs anyway.
*
Six days later her lungs still burn with every when she makes her dash between the crumbling estate and the labs. On each trip she curses Wilton Knight for not having the foresight to build underground tunnels, but she supposes he never anticipated this.
She buries herself in her work, spending her days much as she did before Michael left and the world went apeshit, and she takes comfort in knowing that not even the apocalypse changed the insides of a Trans-Am. Rebuilding a sentient car without 90% of the pieces she needs wasn't exactly what she had in mind for this week, but she'd rather be here than end up like Michael and Devon.
*
That night she awakens to a mechanical sputtering sound; the generator is dying. She stares at the ceiling until it chokes to a halt, then stuffs a small bag with clothes and the five bottles of water left in the fridge. By the time she makes it to the door the temperature in the house has risen to nearly 100 degrees.
One more mad sprint to the labs -- stifling now -- and then she's in the car, crossing her fingers that her modifications will be sufficient. Taking a deep breath, she pushes the button to activate the CPU.
"Hello. I am the Knight Automated Roving Robot. KARR, if you prefer," a pleasant female voice said. "Please identify yourself."
"I'm Bonnie," she said.
"Hello, Bonnie. I await your instructions."
"Let's get the hell out of here."
"Very well," KARR said, accelerating toward the nearest brick wall. "Please secure yourself in the seat, Bonnie. Our exit may be a little rough."
For the millionth time she wishes Michael were here.