Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

ANNOUNCEMENT: For the purpose of this fanfiction, I will refer to KITT (Knight Industries Three Thousand) as Kitt, and being of the male gender.

Part One
Sally

It all started out as a normal day. I mean, I guess there really is no such thing as a normal day, but it was a day with no unexpected events. The final bell rang and teenagers poured out of the high school building. I left the books and binders that I wouldn't need in my locker. The tide of students pushed me outside and left me in the afternoon sunshine, which could almost make the school look like a friendly place. I ignored that and started uphill, away from the school. Most students went downhill, to the local Starbucks, but I lived the other way. As I wandered to my parents designated 'pick-up spot', while trying to figure out whether I wanted to walk home or not. It wasnt a hard decision.

I called my mom, telling her that I would be walking home and that I should get home at around 4 PM. That left my mother happy because she could stay home like she loved to. I then set off at a leisurely pace, the uphill incline not bothering me at all. The peacefulness of being alone as I walked was the only reason I wanted to walk often. None of the annoying, judgmental teenagers from the high school were around to bother me. That was when I began daydreaming, about something completely and totally random. Namely, clouds.

I was so far gone in my musings that I didnt notice the black car speeding up the other side of the road until it passed, spun around, and pulled to a halt in front of me. The passenger door opened upwards, like a pair of scissors, and from inside I heard someone shout,

"Get in!"

By that moment, I was stunned into silence. How had the car stopped moving so quickly...and...and silently? Wasnt that impossible? That was when all the things my parents had told me on not getting into a stranger's car flashed through my mind like a person's life flashing before them the moment before death.

"Get in before you get hurt!" came the same male voice I had heard before. I had regained enough sense by then to ask,

"Who's going to hurt me?" A man with dirty blond hair that was cut short and sticking up leaned over from the drivers seat so I could see him.

"The guys in that white van that was following you!" he said urgently.

"White van?" I spun around, searching the street. "What white van?" The road was silent, except for a strange sound that resembled what a lasso would sound like whipping through the air, and that sound seemed to come from the black car.

"Michael, there is not much time. They are coming." I assumed there was someone else in the black car, hidden from my sight.

"Hurry up and get in!" the man shouted, probably realizing that if he grabbed at me, I would run for it. That was when I heard it. First the roaring of an engine, then the squealing of tires. A white van careened onto the street where I was standing. Normally, I might have ignored it, but when the passenger window was opened, and a gun barrel was pointed out, my whole attention was riveted on the van. That was when the guy in the black car pulled me inside. I landed on the seat just as a bullet crashed into the concrete sidewalk where I had been a moment before. I was quickly sitting on the leather seat, clutching my backpack tightly while my heart pounded like a hummingbirds'.

"Kitt, get us out of here," the man sitting next to me said. The passenger door closed downward gently, and the car began to speed away. The next things I heard were bullets. Many, many bullets, slamming into the back of the car. I slouched low into the seat, my hands clamped onto my backpack like it was my only tie to reality. Which it was.

"Michael, she is in distress." I didn't notice - or at least I didnt pay any attention to - the fact that there was no one else in the car. The guy behind the wheel, Michael I assumed, looked over at me, his eyes off the road.

"Are you injured?" I shook my head slowly. "Don't worry, I wont hurt you," he said reassuringly.

"I know..." I said quietly.

"Michael, the white van has dropped from the immediate range of my sensors." This time, I noticed the voice.

"What was..."

"My car."

"'Scuse me?"

"Kitt, protocol 49, codename 'Nancy'."

"No wait!" I covered my face with my sweater sleeve as a cloud of pinkish gas gusted toward my face. Michael looked at me strangely, surprised that I hadnt been knocked out from the gas.

"Hold it Kitt," he said, and the gas dissipated. He looked at me, wanting an explanation.

"I didn't...couldn't...believe it at first, but everything that has happened has proved it. Are you...Michael Knight?" Silence greeted my question. I peeked over at him. He was gaping at me, his eyes as wide as saucers. "H-hello?" I asked him, worried that I had sent him into shock. He shook his head, as if coming out of a trance.

"Y-yes, I am..." He looked at me strangely. "H-how did you know?" he stuttered, looking befuddled.

"I've...read a lot about you. And Kitt. A bunch of it is online. Theres a website called Knight Rider and the author of the site is getting people to ask the TV company NBC to make it into a show series. And NBC is thinking about it." This time, Michael looked at me as if I had just escaped from the funny farm.

"Kitt, find the site. Whats the web address?"

"Er, MichaelKnight.org." I saw Michael looking at me and realized he had indirectly asked for my name. "Er...I'm Sally Knight, but you can call me Sal." Mike nodded, and a small smile played at the corners of his lips. "Could you please explain to me why those guys in the van were shooting at me?"

"Well, to put it simply, they dont want you to become like me."

"Become like you? But I didnt think you really existed until you rescued me..."

"They wanted to...'nip you in the bud' before I would have a chance to meet you."

"But how would they know you'd meet me?" I was utterly confused after his battle-hardened face softened a little.

"Because I'm your brother."

"M-my...b-brother?" I stuttered uncomprehendingly. "I never really thought that my having the same last name as you meant we were related. B-but..." I stopped, and my face fell. "I never had any siblings."

"Didn't you ever wonder why you parents dont share a last name with you?" I nodded slowly.

"It's because you were adopted." My face froze. "I had no choice but to give you to your adopted parents after your and my real parents were killed. I had recently been wondering whether it was time to tell you about it when our ever-watchful Kitt told me that someone might be after your life today," Mike told me.

"Woah..." was all that I could say. He sighed a little and smiled sadly.

"I know it's a lot to take in at once." I simply nodded in response. Then I turned toward the dashboard.

"Thank you Kitt," I said sincerely. "You saved my life."

"It was my pleasure Sally." It almost sounded like Kitt was smiling as well.

"Where are we going?"

"Our current route leads to the SSC headquarters," Kitt answered. I nodded, understanding where Kitt was talking about.

"The new FLAG industries, right?" I asked, and Mike nodded. Then he turned toward me with one hand lingering on the wheel - probably an old habit.

"Would you like to join us in FLAG? Im sure everyone would enjoy having you on board..."

"Yes! Oh, yes! You dont know for how long I've been wanting a brother." I smiled warmly at him, forgetting all my fears for a moment. He sighed in relief and said,

"I've been missing you every day. You dont know how it feels to have to give up a little sister." I smiled softly and ended up yawning.

"Kitt, how long until we get there?" I asked.

"Four hours, thirty-two minutes, and sixteen seconds." I yawned again.

"I think Kitt's knockout gas finally got to me. You wont mind if I take a nap?"

"Not at all. Rest up Sal," Mike said kindly. I was about to recline the seat when it went down on its own. With a murmured 'thanks' I put my backpack by my feet and settled comfortably. I quickly fell asleep.

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