He borrowed a car to drive them home-- the Foundation kept a decent motor pool, and he didn't want to ask Kitt to shapechange, not now. Tomorrow, they would coordinate with the LAPD, tomorrow they would start on Garthe's trail... because they had to find him before he found them ( Read more... )

Michael was waiting. There... was a lot they just couldn't let happen with Rose... and so strings had been pulled, people had been talked to, and she was being moved-- for now, to Los Angeles, on the grounds it was more secure ( Read more... )

Hawaii was every bit as beautiful as it was cracked up to be ( Read more... )

Just a little explanation, since it seems to be coming into more play lately.

Michael is psychic.

He's not very good at it, and is, in fact, only at the high end of normal, as psychic goes. He can't read minds and he isn't much of an empath, and he sure as hell can't bend spoons. He also has absolutely no control over it.

What he can do is ( Read more... )

From an AIM log, and after Michael's conversation with Starbuck...

( Michael headed back upstairs... )

They were wringing what they could out of their vacation-- Michael, after all, was healing nicely, ribs and bruises and brain all up to almost-perfect. But it was his birthday, and for all Devon wanted Michael and Kitt back at work ( Read more... )

The only gift-recipients noted are Kitt, Bonnie, Karr, and Eddie-- anyone else Michael might give presents to, including but not limited to Svava, Ray, PeeJee, Laini, Windows 95, Sheppard, and random people he and his meet, probably got at least a plate of cookies, a couple kinds of small cakes or loaves of bread (double chocolate chip, poor man's ( Read more... )

Michael headed from Milliways to his apartment, looking just a little bit confused, and with a fighter jet in human form in tow.

"Hey, Kitt? We've got company..."

( Post-'Merchants of Death' )

( Cut for Plotting )