pullmeoutalive | log > how are these two so darn cute?

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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At the instrumental part, Naomi kept her hands fastened on the wheel, but her fingers lightly tapped a harmony, and a bright smile lit up her face. She loved music-- and a part of her still felt horridly guilty over accidentally destroying that piano with one innocuous flick of her finger-- but she hadn't had much of a chance to just sit down and listen to it.

And for that, she'd always be grateful to Jolt.

They would most definitely have to do this kind of thing more often. (Preferably without the dead weight in the back.) Jolt decided he rather liked that smile on Naomi's face, and he liked being the cause of it.

"If you can feel it when it comes down
And you can see it coming around and around
If you believe this is a moment, control it
You feel it getting better, back where we belong ♪"

...But if he wasn't careful he was going to miss his turn. As nice as this was, they had an unconscious supervisor to deliver, and the B.A.B.E.L. headquarters was coming up quickly.

"Ah, if it's all right, please wait a moment. I'll take him inside!" Regretfully, Naomi slid out from her seat once they'd reached their destination a few minutes later, and retrieved her poor excuse for a mentor. Dragging him was tempting, but she'd been raised better than that, and had to settle for levitating him above her head and directing him inside the building in that cheerful fashion.

... Not that her upbringing prevented her from unceremoniously dumping him on the lobby floor, but he deserved no less. If there was anything she felt bad about, it was leaving him there to bother the poor receptionists when he woke up.

Jolt did as he was told, determined to make up for his little stunt earlier. Maybe he could catch a little nap while he was waiting. It had been a long day, and to be honest, he never really utilized his hologram's hard light function enough to be used to the energy (not to mention concentration) that it took. (He was really, really going to have to work on that.)

Indeed, while Naomi busied herself with dumping her supervisor on the floor, the Volt had drifted off to whatever the Cybertronian equivalent to dreamland was.

She eventually headed back outside, half-wary that the car would be long gone and causing chaos in another part of the city but, to her relief, Jolt was still there. And... oddly silent, even when she got closer.

"Is he...?" Naomi tilted her head inquisitively, pressing her fingers to her mouth. She stood there for a moment, mulling something over, and then abruptly floated into the air and took off. In less than five minutes she was back, a large blanket clutched in one hand, and carefully lowered it over the top of the car. It probably didn't help at all, but she seemed satisfied with the result and settled onto the curb to keep an eye on the slumbering Autobot.

It took him a few minutes to register that something was... different. Cozy.

Wait, what?

Jolt was online in a second, and he was disoriented and fighting back the urge to transform for half that. "Wha-?" It was dark. But it hadn't been dark when he went offline, and he couldnt' have been out long, so- He couldn't see. Why couldn't he see.

Waaaait a second.

"Naomi? Why am I under a blanket?"

In most circumstances, Naomi would have been right there with apologies for the confusion and/or inconvenience, as well as armed with multiple explanations as to why the Volt had been graced with a blanket.

Except that in this situation, the guilty party had made the mistake of sitting, and sitting had led to a reminder of how exhausted she was, and that in turn had led to Naomi falling asleep where she sat in the few minutes that she'd been watching him. Therefore the only response Jolt received was-- absolute silence.

Well, this was decidedly awkward. He half wondered if Naomi had wandered off and he'd been talking to himself, but a quick scan of the area proved that she was indeed there. Just... non-responsive.

A whip slid out of the car and coiled around the blanket, pulling it from the car's frame and in through the now open back door. Jolt regarded Naomi for a moment - he was rather impressed with her ability to sleep on concrete, but it probably wasn't the best place for her.

Oh, he was going to regret this, but the hologram kicked back on and scooped up the sleeping girl. He deposited her in the now blanketed backseat before winking out of existence again. Doors shut and windows darkened, the Autobot found a nice shaded spot to park and offline for a couple of hours.

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