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It had been an admittedly strange situation they had all been in - shopping mall, zombies, black outs - it was like a horror film gone wrong.

No one had any explanation for their sudden appearance in the mall, nor did anyone have an explanation for their sudden disappearance from the mall. Just as no one had an explanation for the blue Chevrolet Volt currently parked outside of B.A.B.E.L. headquarters.

For his own part, Jolt was doing what Autobots did best (aside from kicking Decepticon skidplate), and that was hiding in plain sight. Asphalt and sunshine, he decided, were preferable to zombie-laden carpet and the near-darkness of a mall without power. He just didn't like having to wait while Naomi was inside - no doubt trying to explain where the frag she'd been all this time. Jolt'd had a similar problem relaying his whereabouts to - of all mechs - Ratchet. (No doubt the medic thought he was glitched for insisting he'd been fighting off zombies all this time.) But, after much instance, and pleading for Optimus' permission, Jolt was allowed to stay with Naomi for the time being.

The Autobot sighed inwardly. He was still waiting, and he still hated it.

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Jolt smiled then, warmly, and somehow conveying the feeling quite well despite his limits when it came to facial expression. He lifted his hand easily, slowly so as not to catch her off-guard, and brought Naomi too him. With a slight dip of his head, his forehead met hers, carefully. "It's good to have you back."

At the slightest movement, Naomi instinctively adjusted her balance, glancing up uncertainly at Jolt as though she wasn't sure what he had in mind.

Then foreheads touched, one soft skin, one warm metal, and she blinked. She'd thought-- she'd hoped-- she'd cried enough to last her for years, but she had to close her eyes against the sudden stinging at the sweetness of the gesture, opting to reach up with both hands to rest her palms on his face.

"It's good to be back."

He shuttered his optics and just sat there, holding her, and- in a way- being held. It was different from when he'd held her as a hologram- sure, that form could still feel, but it wasn't the same as having Naomi's hands resting on his faceplates. Half of him wondered what this was, and half of him decided he just didn't care.

He did, however, take care not to move, because he'd be damned if he let complaining joints and squeaking gears ruin this again.

There weren't many sights stranger than the one that would have met anyone who could have stumbled across them: the gigantic robot with the slip of a girl perched on his hand like some kind of bird, both holding each other in their own ways. But there wasn't anyone around... no strangers to gawk, no supervisors to screech, nobody else.

Naomi preferred it that way, just breathing in the moment before she reluctantly spoke up, almost sleepily.

"You're going to freeze up again if you stay like this."

"Spoilsport." He was still smiling as he said it, optics flicking open, and he lowered her to the ground. She was tired, as she should be, and Jolt himself was worn out as well.

The Autobot stood, his leg servos thankfully keeping the protesting to a minimum this time, and made the transformation back into his alt. The blue Chevrolet settled onto its wheels with a quiet sigh.

In her typically affectionate manner, she gently patted the Volt's hood. He'd done a lot today, more than she could have (and would have) ever asked him to do.

"Maybe I am," she replied amiably, "but I didn't want to be sitting up there when you fell asleep."

"Fair enough," came the drowsy reply. Now that he was settled, he was finding it harder and harder to stay online. A good night of recharge- er, sleep- would probably do them both some good.

Besides, he was going to need all the energy he could muster if he was going to have to deal with Naomi's supervisor when they got back.

Curse him-- she was trying her best to keep her weariness from showing, and there he was sounding sleepy and making her feel equally drowsy.

Not-so-successfully covering a yawn, Naomi tapped politely on one of the back doors. "Do you mind if I come in?"

The door swung open obligingly. "Be my guest. Should be some blankets in one of those bags." It was likely to get cold, and he just didn't have it in him to run the heater all night.

A quick rummage revealed two blankets, thick and neatly folded. Now slightly more used to catching the occasional bit of sleep in Jolt's backseat, it didn't take the girl long to make herself comfortable, half-curled, half-sprawled, and all exhaustion. It wasn't the best condition to be in, but if being utterly drained meant a smaller risk of nightmares, she wasn't about to complain.

"Thanks, Jolt," she mumbled into the seat, precisely three seconds before she fell asleep.

Really, he should just see about converting the darn backseat into a bed somehow. (Maybe he would bring it up in his inevitable call to Ratchet.)

To his credit, he managed to stay online long enough to watch Naomi drift off. "Anything for you," he murmured to her sleeping form before his systems quietly shut down for the night.

Somehow, Naomi made it through the night with only faintly painful recollections (and not any that she made mention of). Her time with Jolt had helped tremendously with the restoration of her usual good humor and bright smile, despite her occasional lapse. And then came the time to return home.

There was no end to The Children's joy at seeing their older friend seemingly back to normal-- and no end to Tanizaki's wailing that his precious subordinate had been abducted by the lovingly christened "devil car", complete with demands that the rule-breaker never go near her again until Naomi had very neatly settled that argument by having him psychokinetically bond with the closest wall.

When that silenced him for only five seconds before he began to babble about how he'd cried into a body pillow of her during her absence, his very frazzled and highly annoyed charge decided that enough was enough.

Hence why she was now settled outside with a guide to all of the bars in Tokyo.

Jolt eased up to the curb, making sure that Tanizaki wasn't lurking somewhere to jump out and start screaming at him before coming to a stop in front of his friend.

"What's that?" He inquired, which perhaps was the wrong question. He knew what it was. Why she was looking at it was another matter entirely.

Naomi lifted her eyes from her choice of reading material, smiling so serenely that it could only mean trouble. "It's a list of all of the bars in the area," she replied sweetly. "I think the only way to keep Supervisor Tanizaki away from me and alive is to find him someone else who's much better than I am. Bars just so happen to be the best places to search." Possibly because the candidates were liquored up enough to be more receptive to matchmaking attempts, but she wasn't bringing that up.

The car laughed- he couldn't help it! "That is... brilliant. Do you want some help?" Of course, he'd totally go along as moral support. And also because he just really wanted a proverbial hand in this plan.

She rose quietly, walking over to the car and leaning down to address him with a very serious expression.

"Jolt-san," she said solemnly, "I would be honored if you helped me out with this." After all the verbal abuse he'd gotten from Tanizaki, Jolt had just as much right to participate as she did. Not to mention that it was always more fun as a pair.

Jolt, however, was not so serious. "Sweet! Let's go!" His front door swung open happily. Oh, this was going to be fun. Either they were going to find someone perfect for the supervisor from hell, or set him up on the worst date of his life, and Jolt really wasn't sure which one he liked the idea of better.

She tried to keep a straight face, she really did, but the car's enthusiasm was too much for her and she succumbed to a laugh. "All right, I'm sorry to keep you waiting!"

Naomi settled in, fastening her seatbelt, and not a moment too soon-- because the doors to the building slid open, and her supervisor appeared.

And gaped.

And promptly shrieked.

"ABDUCTING HER AGAIN?!"

The door shut, locked, and Jolt's hologram flickered on and gave Tanizaki a wink. "Yep."

And with a squeal of tires, the blue Chevrolet peeled out onto the street.

"... He really is going to spend the rest of the day simmering," the girl commented, giving the hologram a sideways glance. "You probably shouldn't encourage him."

"...Oops?" he tried his best to look apologetic, but somehow the smile that kept creeping back onto his face ruined the effect. So, time for a subject change. "Where to first?"

She rolled her eyes, muttering something about the strangeness of males, but obligingly consulted her guide. "Let's see... there are two relatively close by, but in opposite directions. Sakura Kiss to the east, Kaminari to the west."

Jolt shrugged. He really didn't have a preference, but if they were looking for a date for someone, he supposed a place with "kiss" in the name was a good place to start. "East first? Then make our way west?"

"Sounds like a plan." Naomi flashed him a smile, neatly folding up the guide. "We'll just have to hope that we're just as good at matchmaking as we are at working together at everything else." Not that she couldn't be charming and convincing when she wanted to be (and even when she didn't realize it), but thwarting bad deeds was a lot easier than convincing some poor soul to date Tanizaki.

There had to be someone out there for Tanizaki, right? Albeit, they probably had to be a very, very... special someone, but they were out there. Somewhere.

The bar was easy enough to spot, and the Volt pulled up in front. As with anything, practice made perfect, and in the time he'd spent with Naomi, Jolt had improved upon the range and time in which he could use his hard-light hologram. This of course meant he had every intention of going in with her. They were in this together. As a team. And no way in hell was he going to let her go bar-hopping while he waited outside.

Edited 2009-10-01 08:21 (UTC)

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