Goodbye - Classic Knight Rider (Secret Agent AU), Michael + Wilton
His suitcases were packed, and if need be, he was theoretically ready to leave for the States at the drop of a hat.
Of course, theory and actual practice were two very different things, because his aides knew there was no way on God’s great Earth His Highness the Duke would leave the country without saying goodbye to His Majesty.
The Duke, Michael, turned this over in his mind as he entered the antechambers of the Cyprivenian king. Perhaps that was one thing that set him apart from his brother-his brother would have been long gone by now. He walked across the antechambers to the door to the bedchambers, waving a dismissive hand at the guards posted on either side of the door. He was welcome here, always.
Quietly, with reverence befitting the man with whom he was visiting, Michael opened and closed the door. The room was clean and simple, but very elegant. Fit for a king, appropriately enough, sprang to mind. Lying on the bed in the middle of the room was a man in his late seventies. Even asleep, he looked regal.
Michael crossed the room to kneel at the bedside, bowing his head as he dipped to one knee. “Ihr Majestät,” he murmured reverentially.
He couldn’t be sure if he had been heard (though given His Majesty’s health, he wouldn’t have taken offense if that had been the case) until he felt a hand rest on the top of his head. “Hallo, mein Sohn.” The words were soft and a little weak, but heavy with affection.
Michael lifted his head, smiling as the ruler laid his hand back on the bed. “Hallo, Vater,” he responded warmly, keeping his voice low.
The ruler, whose full title was His Majesty Wilton Knight of Cyprivene, waved the younger man closer; Michael stood and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Du sind gut?” the elder of the pair asked.
“Ja, Vater,” Michael replied, patting the ruler’s hand. “Wie geht es Ihnen?”
“Fein,” Wilton replied, closing his eyes slightly. “Gerecht fein.”
“Du bie schlafen gut?” Michael asked, smoothing out a few wrinkles in the woolen blankets that covered the bed.
“Die Medizin däfur sorgen dass,” Wilton replied with a weak chuckle.
Michael frowned. “Der Schmerz sein das schwer?” he asked with concern.
Wilton smiled and lifted a hand to lay it on the duke’s cheek. “Du beunruhigen zi sehr, mein Sohn,” he noted.
“Ich beunruhigen haben, Vater,” Michael protested softly, taking the elder man’s hand in his own, “besonders da Ich sein weggehen Heimatland morgen früh.”
“Hmm?” The ruler’s eyes opened slightly, seeming to take stock of the conversation so far, as well as trying to remember why Michael was leaving the country tomorrow. “Oh, ja-dein diplomatie Besuch.”
“Ich werd tun mein beste, Vater,” Michael promised. The security of his nation and its people-financial, military and social-were riding on his ability to secure an alliance with the American government against die kommunisistiche Partei.
“Ich wissen du werd, mein Sohn,” Wilton reassured.
They hadn’t been talking long, but Michael could already sense that his father was growing tired, and that his pains were making being awake and talking to him too much to bear. “Ich werd halten in du mein Gebeten,” he quietly promised.
“Es ist werklich nett von Ihnen, Michael,” he replied, closing his eyes slightly. “Du werd kommen Zuhause sicher, ja?”
“Ich verspreche es,” Michael swore. He leaned down slightly and brushed an affectionate kiss against his father’s forehead. “Ich liebe dich, Vater.”
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
-.-.-.-
Title: Goodbye
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Classic Knight Rider, Secret Agent AU
Characters / Pairings: Michael Knight, Wilton Knight
Rating: K+
Genre: Family, light angst
Word Count: 593
Recommended Music: Sail Away - The Rasmus
Warnings / Notes: Gratuitous yet IC German, tissues may be required.
Commissioned by locoexclaimer
And you guys thought that this AU was just Michael and KITT playing James Bond / Royalty. Nope.
Michael’s relationship with Wilton Knight in this AU is really quite bittersweet-the love and affection of a father and son, with the added layer of the formality of a king and his son, the prince. When Wilton starts to get sicker and sicker, Michael is promoted to Duke and starts ruling the country in his father’s stead. Then we cut in here, where Michael leaves for the United States for diplomatic visits, and… Well, use your imagination.
I think my German is much better this time around-instead of trusting Google Translate and iTranslate, I had an actual dictionary I borrowed from the German teacher at the high school. Why we never had German when I was in high school is beyond me. It’s probably because I was looking it up word by word and choosing the right one. ^^; I filled up a full lined page at jury duty on just the translations for most of this scene.
Wilton Knight, Michael Knight, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Secret Agent AU © TheCrazyAlaskan
Of course, theory and actual practice were two very different things, because his aides knew there was no way on God’s great Earth His Highness the Duke would leave the country without saying goodbye to His Majesty.
The Duke, Michael, turned this over in his mind as he entered the antechambers of the Cyprivenian king. Perhaps that was one thing that set him apart from his brother-his brother would have been long gone by now. He walked across the antechambers to the door to the bedchambers, waving a dismissive hand at the guards posted on either side of the door. He was welcome here, always.
Quietly, with reverence befitting the man with whom he was visiting, Michael opened and closed the door. The room was clean and simple, but very elegant. Fit for a king, appropriately enough, sprang to mind. Lying on the bed in the middle of the room was a man in his late seventies. Even asleep, he looked regal.
Michael crossed the room to kneel at the bedside, bowing his head as he dipped to one knee. “Ihr Majestät,” he murmured reverentially.
He couldn’t be sure if he had been heard (though given His Majesty’s health, he wouldn’t have taken offense if that had been the case) until he felt a hand rest on the top of his head. “Hallo, mein Sohn.” The words were soft and a little weak, but heavy with affection.
Michael lifted his head, smiling as the ruler laid his hand back on the bed. “Hallo, Vater,” he responded warmly, keeping his voice low.
The ruler, whose full title was His Majesty Wilton Knight of Cyprivene, waved the younger man closer; Michael stood and sat down on the edge of the bed. “Du sind gut?” the elder of the pair asked.
“Ja, Vater,” Michael replied, patting the ruler’s hand. “Wie geht es Ihnen?”
“Fein,” Wilton replied, closing his eyes slightly. “Gerecht fein.”
“Du bie schlafen gut?” Michael asked, smoothing out a few wrinkles in the woolen blankets that covered the bed.
“Die Medizin däfur sorgen dass,” Wilton replied with a weak chuckle.
Michael frowned. “Der Schmerz sein das schwer?” he asked with concern.
Wilton smiled and lifted a hand to lay it on the duke’s cheek. “Du beunruhigen zi sehr, mein Sohn,” he noted.
“Ich beunruhigen haben, Vater,” Michael protested softly, taking the elder man’s hand in his own, “besonders da Ich sein weggehen Heimatland morgen früh.”
“Hmm?” The ruler’s eyes opened slightly, seeming to take stock of the conversation so far, as well as trying to remember why Michael was leaving the country tomorrow. “Oh, ja-dein diplomatie Besuch.”
“Ich werd tun mein beste, Vater,” Michael promised. The security of his nation and its people-financial, military and social-were riding on his ability to secure an alliance with the American government against die kommunisistiche Partei.
“Ich wissen du werd, mein Sohn,” Wilton reassured.
They hadn’t been talking long, but Michael could already sense that his father was growing tired, and that his pains were making being awake and talking to him too much to bear. “Ich werd halten in du mein Gebeten,” he quietly promised.
“Es ist werklich nett von Ihnen, Michael,” he replied, closing his eyes slightly. “Du werd kommen Zuhause sicher, ja?”
“Ich verspreche es,” Michael swore. He leaned down slightly and brushed an affectionate kiss against his father’s forehead. “Ich liebe dich, Vater.”
“Ich liebe dich auch.”
-.-.-.-
Title: Goodbye
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Classic Knight Rider, Secret Agent AU
Characters / Pairings: Michael Knight, Wilton Knight
Rating: K+
Genre: Family, light angst
Word Count: 593
Recommended Music: Sail Away - The Rasmus
Warnings / Notes: Gratuitous yet IC German, tissues may be required.
Commissioned by locoexclaimer
And you guys thought that this AU was just Michael and KITT playing James Bond / Royalty. Nope.
Michael’s relationship with Wilton Knight in this AU is really quite bittersweet-the love and affection of a father and son, with the added layer of the formality of a king and his son, the prince. When Wilton starts to get sicker and sicker, Michael is promoted to Duke and starts ruling the country in his father’s stead. Then we cut in here, where Michael leaves for the United States for diplomatic visits, and… Well, use your imagination.
I think my German is much better this time around-instead of trusting Google Translate and iTranslate, I had an actual dictionary I borrowed from the German teacher at the high school. Why we never had German when I was in high school is beyond me. It’s probably because I was looking it up word by word and choosing the right one. ^^; I filled up a full lined page at jury duty on just the translations for most of this scene.
Wilton Knight, Michael Knight, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Secret Agent AU © TheCrazyAlaskan