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thecrazyalaskanTempleton, may I ask you a question?
There weren’t many people Face let call him by his first name, but this was one of the exceptions. “Yeah, KITT,” he replied, hands pausing over the Braille print newspaper and glancing sightlessly toward the sound of KITT’s voice. “What’s up?”
There was a pause. If I may ask, how did you lose your sight? KITT asked as delicately as he could.
Face folded the paper over and laid it on KITT’s dash. He sort of knew this question was coming, but it still didn’t make answering less awkward. “I was in an accident,” he said after a moment.
Your Corvette? Normally, when KITT asked after Face’s “other” vehicle, he did so as if he were teasing, with a slight “Pontiac versus Corvette” tone. This time, though, the words were soft, serious.
“No.” Face chuckled without humor, the memories coming to the forefront of his mind. “I got gunpowder in my eyes, and apparently, I’m allergic.”
It sounds like chemosis, then, KITT observed quietly.
“That’s what the hospital said,” the human observed bitterly. “I woke up the next morning and I couldn’t see a fucking thing.”
If he was capable of it, KITT would have winced. Rare was the day Templeton Peck swore, let alone a swear that powerful. I’m very sorry, he said after a moment. I didn’t realize I would dredge up such painful memories.
“Sorry won’t fix it,” Face said, a sharp note in his voice. “Do you even know how defenseless this makes you feel?”
I do, to some degree. Face paused. He was upset, truly hating himself for being blind (which was a rare thing), but he was also willing to listen. KITT spoke again before he could ask. My CPU was forcibly removed from my body.
Face knew his expression became one of mild horror at the words, the very idea. He couldn’t say he knew everything about computers, let alone sentient artificial intelligence housed in a Pontiac Trans AM, but for that to happen to this particular sentient AI in a Pontiac Trans AM shell was… horrifying.
KITT continued to describe the experience. I was able to think coherently, and understood a great deal of what was going on around me, but I could neither see nor speak. Until I was transplanted into a replacement body, I was, for all intents and purposes, blind, deaf, and dumb, to say nothing of the physical handicap. There was another pause, the kind Face recognized as thoughtful, one in which the speaker was weighing his words. If I may be so bold, Templeton, you have it rather easy compared to me. You can still hear and speak, and are still mobile.
Face felt his cheeks flush from embarrassment. KITT had a point there. “When you put it that way…” he mumbled sheepishly. “Sorry for—“
No need to apologize, KITT dismissed. However, if I may ask a favor?
“Shoot,” Face replied, wondering what kind of favor a sentient Trans AM could ask of a blind friend.
Next time, please consider those who care about you—for example, Sergeant Baracus, Captain Murdock, Colonel Smith, and… KITT trailed off, the silence filling the air one of uncharacteristic awkwardness.
“And?” Face prompted.
It’s… silly, as they say.
Face quirked an eyebrow. “Silly” was a word that simply didn’t sound right when spoken in KITT’s cultured tones. Even if that wasn’t the case, what did he not want to share with him? “What do you mean?”
I hope to think that you and I care about each other, KITT replied truthfully after a moment.
“I do care about you, KITT,” Face replied instantly. It was a conversation he and KITT’s driver Michael had discussed. They both had begun thinking of KITT as little more than a Trans AM. Over time, their thoughts had changed, but went in different directions. Michael had come to consider KITT to be a close friend; Face… Well, here they were.
As do I, KITT answered fondly.
“That’s one thing you can do that my ‘Vette can’t,” Face teased gently.
Just one thing? KITT teased back. The initial topic of conversation was long forgotten by both of them.
-.-.-.-
Title: If I May Ask…
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Classic Knight Rider x The A-Team (Blindness AU)
Characters / Pairings: KITT x Face, mentions of others
Rating: T (light language)
Genre: General, Hurt / Comfort
Warnings / Notes: Crossover, crack pairing.
Write a Day prompt: Any series / rating, something for a pairing you don’t normally ship.
Summary: KITT and Face have a conversation.
I blame the sick, fucked up dream I had for this. I swear, I was going to go right for the throat and do some Prowl x Jazz, but noooooo, my brain spit this out. Somewhere, Michael and Hannibal are wondering why I would do this to them.
I feel kind of awkward for referencing Soul Survivor, given how heavy it is on the Michael x KITT. I could rewrite it to reference Junk Yard Dog instead… Thoughts?
I feel horrible for liking this. Should I feel horrible for liking this? I am allowed a token crack ship, right? ;A; */desperation*
KITT, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Face, The A-Team © Stephen J Cannell and Frank Lupo
There weren’t many people Face let call him by his first name, but this was one of the exceptions. “Yeah, KITT,” he replied, hands pausing over the Braille print newspaper and glancing sightlessly toward the sound of KITT’s voice. “What’s up?”
There was a pause. If I may ask, how did you lose your sight? KITT asked as delicately as he could.
Face folded the paper over and laid it on KITT’s dash. He sort of knew this question was coming, but it still didn’t make answering less awkward. “I was in an accident,” he said after a moment.
Your Corvette? Normally, when KITT asked after Face’s “other” vehicle, he did so as if he were teasing, with a slight “Pontiac versus Corvette” tone. This time, though, the words were soft, serious.
“No.” Face chuckled without humor, the memories coming to the forefront of his mind. “I got gunpowder in my eyes, and apparently, I’m allergic.”
It sounds like chemosis, then, KITT observed quietly.
“That’s what the hospital said,” the human observed bitterly. “I woke up the next morning and I couldn’t see a fucking thing.”
If he was capable of it, KITT would have winced. Rare was the day Templeton Peck swore, let alone a swear that powerful. I’m very sorry, he said after a moment. I didn’t realize I would dredge up such painful memories.
“Sorry won’t fix it,” Face said, a sharp note in his voice. “Do you even know how defenseless this makes you feel?”
I do, to some degree. Face paused. He was upset, truly hating himself for being blind (which was a rare thing), but he was also willing to listen. KITT spoke again before he could ask. My CPU was forcibly removed from my body.
Face knew his expression became one of mild horror at the words, the very idea. He couldn’t say he knew everything about computers, let alone sentient artificial intelligence housed in a Pontiac Trans AM, but for that to happen to this particular sentient AI in a Pontiac Trans AM shell was… horrifying.
KITT continued to describe the experience. I was able to think coherently, and understood a great deal of what was going on around me, but I could neither see nor speak. Until I was transplanted into a replacement body, I was, for all intents and purposes, blind, deaf, and dumb, to say nothing of the physical handicap. There was another pause, the kind Face recognized as thoughtful, one in which the speaker was weighing his words. If I may be so bold, Templeton, you have it rather easy compared to me. You can still hear and speak, and are still mobile.
Face felt his cheeks flush from embarrassment. KITT had a point there. “When you put it that way…” he mumbled sheepishly. “Sorry for—“
No need to apologize, KITT dismissed. However, if I may ask a favor?
“Shoot,” Face replied, wondering what kind of favor a sentient Trans AM could ask of a blind friend.
Next time, please consider those who care about you—for example, Sergeant Baracus, Captain Murdock, Colonel Smith, and… KITT trailed off, the silence filling the air one of uncharacteristic awkwardness.
“And?” Face prompted.
It’s… silly, as they say.
Face quirked an eyebrow. “Silly” was a word that simply didn’t sound right when spoken in KITT’s cultured tones. Even if that wasn’t the case, what did he not want to share with him? “What do you mean?”
I hope to think that you and I care about each other, KITT replied truthfully after a moment.
“I do care about you, KITT,” Face replied instantly. It was a conversation he and KITT’s driver Michael had discussed. They both had begun thinking of KITT as little more than a Trans AM. Over time, their thoughts had changed, but went in different directions. Michael had come to consider KITT to be a close friend; Face… Well, here they were.
As do I, KITT answered fondly.
“That’s one thing you can do that my ‘Vette can’t,” Face teased gently.
Just one thing? KITT teased back. The initial topic of conversation was long forgotten by both of them.
-.-.-.-
Title: If I May Ask…
Author: TheCrazyAlaskan
Fandom / Setting: Classic Knight Rider x The A-Team (Blindness AU)
Characters / Pairings: KITT x Face, mentions of others
Rating: T (light language)
Genre: General, Hurt / Comfort
Warnings / Notes: Crossover, crack pairing.
Write a Day prompt: Any series / rating, something for a pairing you don’t normally ship.
Summary: KITT and Face have a conversation.
I blame the sick, fucked up dream I had for this. I swear, I was going to go right for the throat and do some Prowl x Jazz, but noooooo, my brain spit this out. Somewhere, Michael and Hannibal are wondering why I would do this to them.
I feel kind of awkward for referencing Soul Survivor, given how heavy it is on the Michael x KITT. I could rewrite it to reference Junk Yard Dog instead… Thoughts?
I feel horrible for liking this. Should I feel horrible for liking this? I am allowed a token crack ship, right? ;A; */desperation*
KITT, Knight Rider © Glen A Larson
Face, The A-Team © Stephen J Cannell and Frank Lupo