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Perched on the back of a chair she'd dragged before the double doors leading into the repair bay, Kyrie sat and sipped at yet another cup of machine-made coffee, her eyes only for the scarred black form beyond the wired-glass windows. As she watched, Bonnie stood and straightened, wiping her brow with the back of one grease-stained hand. Almost as if she had felt Kyrie's eyes on her, Bonnie turned and looked at the anxious face framed by the windows.
Kyrie held her breath for a long moment. To her relief, Bonnie gave her a tired smile before turning back to her work.
Thank God, Kyrie thought, tears springing unbidden to her eyes. KITT was going to be okay. Once again, Bonnie would work her magic with screwdriver and blowtorch, and KITT would be good as new.
If only I didn't care so much, Kyrie thought miserably. If only I could think of him as just the world's most intelligent AI, wrapped in the body of a Trans Am. If only...if only he weren't my best friend. Then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much to see him like this.
Bonnie pushed open the other door. "Hey, you." She nodded toward the car. "He's asking for you."
"Really?" Kyrie gave her the coffee. "Here. You look like you need this more than I do." She stepped down from her seat, heading toward the bay--and then turned back to hug Bonnie. "Thank you."
She felt Bonnie stiffen; though she was friendly, Bonnie wasn't much for physical contact. After a moment, though, Kyrie felt Bonnie's hand rest lightly on the back of her head. "You're welcome."
With a smile, Kyrie let go of Bonnie and went to go talk to her partner.
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Kyrie held her breath for a long moment. To her relief, Bonnie gave her a tired smile before turning back to her work.
Thank God, Kyrie thought, tears springing unbidden to her eyes. KITT was going to be okay. Once again, Bonnie would work her magic with screwdriver and blowtorch, and KITT would be good as new.
If only I didn't care so much, Kyrie thought miserably. If only I could think of him as just the world's most intelligent AI, wrapped in the body of a Trans Am. If only...if only he weren't my best friend. Then maybe it wouldn't hurt so much to see him like this.
Bonnie pushed open the other door. "Hey, you." She nodded toward the car. "He's asking for you."
"Really?" Kyrie gave her the coffee. "Here. You look like you need this more than I do." She stepped down from her seat, heading toward the bay--and then turned back to hug Bonnie. "Thank you."
She felt Bonnie stiffen; though she was friendly, Bonnie wasn't much for physical contact. After a moment, though, Kyrie felt Bonnie's hand rest lightly on the back of her head. "You're welcome."
With a smile, Kyrie let go of Bonnie and went to go talk to her partner.
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