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hattie_notqueenI hadn't accepted a ride from him when I first agreed to meet him. I'd agreed to meet him somewhere, so the rule didn't apply. It just so happened that when I met him, he wasn't a man, either, so the rule still didn't apply.
It was one way to justify it to myself, anyway. I doubt my parents would have been as amused. But the truth is, we had spent so much time talking through email and instant messenger at that point that I thought I knew him anyway. I guess it's a good idea we'd never exchanged photos.
Agreeing to go on that impromptu drive with Kitt wasn't crazy to me. I mean, sure, to someone looking at it objectively- Well, the fact that the car drove itself from California to Colorado looks strange as it is and so the rest is moot. The point is, I didn't think twice. It didn't even dawn on me as I was throwing things into an overnight bag and signing myself out of the SGC that what I was doing was irresponsible or rash. It was just... Kitt.
Even finding out that he was a car didn't make it difficult to talk to him. It was easy to slip into the same back-and-forth I was used to over the internet. I could talk to him about anything, and did. We talked a little bit about the Foundation and a little bit about the SGC but even that was normal. The strangest part wasn't that my best friend outside of the circle of people I'd grown up with was a car. Or, rather, a computer inside a car. The weirdest thing for me? Was that I couldn't hold his hand.
Didn't matter, though. I couldn't stop touching him. It sounds kinkier than it was, I promise. Just resting my hand on the steering wheel or threading it through the door handle to make myself feel comfortable.
It was as I dozing off that I asked if running away in the middle of the night was a 'date'.
I was in love with Kitt, but how do you tell a computer, a car, that you're in love with him? It was the little things. The way he talked to me. The way he was concerned about the work I did. The way he showed off. I'd had a bit of a crush with someone I'd never met while talking to him online. Then? I fell in love with a car.
It only got worse over the next couple of days and talking about it didn't help. It made me ache, the way I wanted to hold him, to tell him how much I wanted to touch him and express what I was feeling. Was it ridiculous? Absolutely. I knew it was, and while I couldn't tell him everything I was feeling, I couldn't help feeling it, either.
Once we got to the beach, though, circumstances changed and for a brief, shining moment... that one day? He was mine to touch, to hold, to kiss. And when he told me he loved me, I knew that I had never loved anyone like I loved him and, more importantly, no one would ever love me like Kitt did. I wanted to stay there, wrapped up in him, forever.
Waking up, finding Kitt in the parking lot... the pain in my chest was physical. It didn't change anything, though. I was his.
I love him. I can't not love him. The way he looks at him is so all-encompassing. The desire, the love, the want, the way he needs me... it's all there. All the time. When I catch him looking at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention... sometimes it makes me catch my breath, and I wonder if I'm worthy of that kind of devotion.
But nothing changes the fact that I'd get in the car all over again, no matter what. I don't care how strange he is.
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Hattie Jackson-Knight
Stargate OC
698 Words
OOC: There, T, happy?! :P
It was one way to justify it to myself, anyway. I doubt my parents would have been as amused. But the truth is, we had spent so much time talking through email and instant messenger at that point that I thought I knew him anyway. I guess it's a good idea we'd never exchanged photos.
Agreeing to go on that impromptu drive with Kitt wasn't crazy to me. I mean, sure, to someone looking at it objectively- Well, the fact that the car drove itself from California to Colorado looks strange as it is and so the rest is moot. The point is, I didn't think twice. It didn't even dawn on me as I was throwing things into an overnight bag and signing myself out of the SGC that what I was doing was irresponsible or rash. It was just... Kitt.
Even finding out that he was a car didn't make it difficult to talk to him. It was easy to slip into the same back-and-forth I was used to over the internet. I could talk to him about anything, and did. We talked a little bit about the Foundation and a little bit about the SGC but even that was normal. The strangest part wasn't that my best friend outside of the circle of people I'd grown up with was a car. Or, rather, a computer inside a car. The weirdest thing for me? Was that I couldn't hold his hand.
Didn't matter, though. I couldn't stop touching him. It sounds kinkier than it was, I promise. Just resting my hand on the steering wheel or threading it through the door handle to make myself feel comfortable.
It was as I dozing off that I asked if running away in the middle of the night was a 'date'.
I was in love with Kitt, but how do you tell a computer, a car, that you're in love with him? It was the little things. The way he talked to me. The way he was concerned about the work I did. The way he showed off. I'd had a bit of a crush with someone I'd never met while talking to him online. Then? I fell in love with a car.
It only got worse over the next couple of days and talking about it didn't help. It made me ache, the way I wanted to hold him, to tell him how much I wanted to touch him and express what I was feeling. Was it ridiculous? Absolutely. I knew it was, and while I couldn't tell him everything I was feeling, I couldn't help feeling it, either.
Once we got to the beach, though, circumstances changed and for a brief, shining moment... that one day? He was mine to touch, to hold, to kiss. And when he told me he loved me, I knew that I had never loved anyone like I loved him and, more importantly, no one would ever love me like Kitt did. I wanted to stay there, wrapped up in him, forever.
Waking up, finding Kitt in the parking lot... the pain in my chest was physical. It didn't change anything, though. I was his.
I love him. I can't not love him. The way he looks at him is so all-encompassing. The desire, the love, the want, the way he needs me... it's all there. All the time. When I catch him looking at me when he thinks I'm not paying attention... sometimes it makes me catch my breath, and I wonder if I'm worthy of that kind of devotion.
But nothing changes the fact that I'd get in the car all over again, no matter what. I don't care how strange he is.
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Hattie Jackson-Knight
Stargate OC
698 Words
OOC: There, T, happy?! :P
