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Hattie couldn't deny that she was worried the entire thirty-eight minutes it took her and Kobie to get from Giza to Maine. She didn't care about the clothes she'd left behind in the hotel room, except that Gideon was going to need a new diaper bag.

She didn't care, though. Someone had planted a virus and hurt Kitt and she was not happy. And, if she was going to be completely honest, the thought of trying to fight him with big (and illegal) guns didn't seem so appealing.

When Kobie came to a stop outside some random house in the middle of nowhere, she was out of the Mustang before he could give her any updates. It wasn't like her to go into an unexpected situation unarmed, but she couldn't even remember the last time she'd held a gun. Still, she approached the house with some caution, and, finding the front door unlocked, she pushed it open slowly.

"Kitt?"

Date: 2009-02-17 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hattie_notqueen.insanejournal.com
Hattie sat there with her hand over her mouth for most of Kitt's encounter and when the gunshot went off, she closed her eyes and moved to cover her eyes, too. "I get it. I don't need to see the rest-" And then Karr was still talking and she continued watching. "God."

Then Karr transformed and her mouth dropped open. "Kobie. What was that? What was THAT? Rewind that." On a second showing, she wasn't any less shocked. "Can you explain that? I can't explain that."

Date: 2009-02-17 11:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knight3000.insanejournal.com
"I cannot explain what I do not understand myself, Hattie. But it appears that the individual identifying himself as KARR has some method of turning himself from one form to the other in a manner entirely unlike that of my brother."

Date: 2009-02-18 12:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hattie_notqueen.insanejournal.com
"KARR."

Hattie sat there with her elbow propped up on door and her head in her hand. "I don't even know what to do next."

Date: 2009-02-18 12:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knight3000.insanejournal.com
"You had previously expressed a desire to return to the estate with Kitt," Kobie replies. "Is this still a course of action you would like to take? I can work on eliminating the remaining traces of the virus from Kitt's subroutines en route, or I can attempt to do it now, here."

Date: 2009-02-18 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hattie_notqueen.insanejournal.com
"I'd rather be back at the house." Her response was immediate. "If you can work on him on the way, I'd really-" She wasn't going to cry. She felt her throat tighten up, though. "Please."

It took a minute to compose herself and then she pushed open the door. "Let me know if Gideon wakes up, I'm going to go get Kitt."

Date: 2009-02-18 12:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knight3000.insanejournal.com
"Of course. I understand, Hattie. I will do my best."

Date: 2009-02-18 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hattie_notqueen.insanejournal.com
Back inside the house, Hattie looked at Kitt for a minute before she reached down and yanked on him by his shirt. He moved slightly, but not that much and she huffed. "That's not gonna work."

Reaching down, she crouched by the couch again and then pulled his arm around his neck so that she had him in a loose fireman's hold. It wasn't the easiest thing to do, but it worked best when a smaller person had to move a heavier one. While she'd never been able to lift Teal'c, she'd managed to lift her dad on several occasions. She just didn't know if she'd get Kitt down the drive.

"If you could get as close to the door as possible," she breathed as she maneuvered down the hall, "I'd really appreciate it."

Date: 2009-02-18 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] knight3000.insanejournal.com
"I will try." The Mustang revs its engine, opening the passenger side door as it pulls up near the front step.

Date: 2009-02-20 02:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hattie_notqueen.insanejournal.com
When she finally makes it to the car, she drops him in rather unceremoniously and then stands upright again, pushing her hair off her forehead. "I haven't done that in years."

What she's not saying is that she really should be training more. "Don't tell him I did that." And before Kobie can ask, she says, "We'll figure something out," as she slides into the driver's side again.

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