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

Entry tags:

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

The movement in his backseat stirred him - he wasn't what you would call a heavy sleeper - but a quick scan confirmed that is was still just him and Naomi, so he was content to remain half-awake for the time being.

"Hey," he said, albeit a little drowsily. If he had been aware of the girl's little display of affection, he didn't comment on it. "Sleep okay?"

"Very well, but..." Here Naomi hesitated, embarrassed to admit that she hadn't slept that heavily for months. She had incredible power on her own, but Level 7s were still infinitely stronger, and the last time she'd had to stop a moving object, it had been a plane-- that alone had required Kaoru's help, and they'd still had trouble with it. She had a lot to work on.

"I'm sorry for waking you," she added, busying herself with folding the blanket up. "How are you feeling, Jolt-san?"

"Less exhausted," he remarked, finally waking up and managing to sound chipper. A full night of recharging probably wouldn't be unwelcome, but what sleep he had managed to grab had been adequate enough to rejuvenate him.

The car shifted a little, engine purring to life. "Probably need to stretch my servos a bit."

"And you'll need a lot more rest," Naomi observed. She had no doubts concerning Jolt's capacity to function with only a few hours of sleep-- or whatever they called it-- but she had the tendency to worry about others, and he could probably use more than those hours.

She peered out the window, a little surprised to discover that the sun had gone down. "There shouldn't be another mission without a lot more forewarning, so I think we should be fine for tonight."

Jolt wasn't about to argue with that. Unlike a certain medic he could mention, he was a-okay with sleeping the day away if given the chance. Sort of a shame that he'd never actually been given the chance. (Save for when he found himself laid up in the medbay, but that was somehow different.)

"Sounds good." A pause. "So what do we do in the meantime?"

"In the meantime," Naomi echoed, still looking thoughtfully out the window, "if it's all right with you, there's a good view of the sky on the roof. Do you think maybe we could just talk for a little while?"

It was a tentative question, knowing how energetic the Autobot could get, but she was still worn out. If he wanted to go out on adventures tonight, she wouldn't be the best of company.

Jolt shifted again in the automobile equivalent of a shrug. "Sure." He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to get onto the roof, but if Naomi suggested it, he was sure she must have some kind of plan or... something.

Oh, she had a plan, all right-- a very simple one, at that, which she announced cheerfully once she'd gotten out of the car.

"I'm going to lift you," she informed him, as casually as any other girl would say to something a... hell of a lot lighter. "So long as you don't move around too much, it shouldn't be a problem, and we're not going very far as it is."

"You're going to what?" The sound of Jolt's engine rose in pitch slightly at the outburst. Sure he'd seen Naomi throw zombies and stop a truck and hold up a bridge, but this was different. This was him. "Naomi, I know what I look like, but I'm a lot heavier than a real car--"

The girl held up a hand to quiet him, already shaking her head. "I won't drop you, if that's what you're worried about. Like I said, it's a short distance-- if it was longer, then I'd have more of a problem with it. Just... let me try." She paused, slowly circling one foot on the ground. "... Please?"

Oh for Primus' sake, he couldn't say no to her. If the others knew that he was so - as humans were fond of saying - whipped by a teenaged human female, he would never hear the end of it. For once, he was glad of the distance between him and his fellow Autobots.

"Fine," he said with a sigh. "Lift away."

The smile Naomi flashed him could have powered all of B.A.B.E.L.'s facilities in the event of a worldwide blackout, but she didn't waste time-- just in case he changed his mind. Moving a car was one thing, but moving a sentient one was something else entirely, and the last thing she wanted to do was to hurt him.

It took a very strict level of focus to keep her psychokinesis to a point where she could lift him, but also to keep it steady, so that she didn't accidentally crush him in the process. And, miraculously, she managed, flying just above him and drawing the Autobot along with her to the roof.

This? This was weird. Awesome, sure, since he'd never really expected to be flying by anything other than military aircraft - and even then he was in the cargo bay - but also weird.

For his own part, he didn't dare move or speak for fear of breaking her concentration.

Moving Jolt went off without a hitch, and she easily found a wide area on the roof to lower him gently. It was only then that the esper allowed herself to breathe, gasping for air as quietly as possible and very thankful that she was still floating; she wasn't entirely certain that her legs would support her after that.

"There, see...? Nothing to worry about."

Once settled, there was a whirling of parts as Jolt transformed. The mech rose to his full height, and turned glowing optics towards Naomi. "Except maybe getting down," he remarked, and offered her a hand to perch on if she wanted.

"..." Judging from the look on her face, Naomi hadn't thought that far ahead-- and clearly wasn't looking forward to getting him down, but it was excellent practice for her power and control.

That was later, though, and she gratefully settled on his hand with a soft sigh. She always felt so tiny and insignificant when compared to him, but there was the part of her that also felt so incredibly safe.

So long as she had adequate time to rest in between the act of putting him up there and that act of getting him down, he was okay with letting her try.

Making sure that Naomi was safely cradles in his palm, the Autobot settled into a sit, propping his arm up on his knee so they could talk on the same basic level. "So-" It was nice getting to talk with her this way again. The hologram was all well and good, but it never beat being optic-to-eye with her. "What did you wanna talk about?"

"You've been learning about B.A.B.E.L. and what it is we do, and I know you'll learn even more, but..." Making herself comfortable in his palm, Naomi met his gaze. "I want to learn more about you, Jolt-san. Your friends, your world, yourself... anything you're fine with talking about."

"That's um--" Not what Jolt had been expecting, but he supposed he couldn't really fault her for wanting to know. They were friends - and if they were going to be working together, partners, in a sense - and he didn't see what harm there was in telling her. "That's a lot of stuff. Anywhere specifically you want me to begin?"

The teenager hummed thoughtfully under her breath, tapping her chin until she had an answer.

"... Who you worked with," she said at last. "I think you said something about huma-- ah, organics-- too, as well as your other soldiers. I'm a little curious."

"Okay then." While Jolt didn't exactly possess a mouth, it was obvious in the slight narrowing of his optics that he was grinning.

"Right now, there's-" a pause as he ran through the numbers again. "Nine of us on Earth- twelve if you count the fact that Arcee is three mechs but one consciousness - and don't ask me how that works. Some new thing our medic cooked up. Anyway! Optimus is our leader, then there's Ratchet who's our medic. Ironhide is the weapons specialist - he is one tough old soldier, but so, so cool. Bumblebee... I don't see him a whole lot, since he's got a human to look after. Me, Sideswipe, Arcee, and the twins-" there was a little bit of an annoyed look here, but it passed quickly. "Are all pretty new recruits."

Naomi listened intently, eyes focused on his face, and nodded every once in awhile to show that he still had an enthralled audience. Nine-- twelve-- Autobots living in a world not their own, and she'd never even had an inkling about it until she'd tried to defend a car that fateful day. The mention of twins earned her friend a raised eyebrow, but she was smiling when he finished.

"You're new and already this skilled? That really is amazing, Jolt-san. And your friend... has a human to look after?" That was somewhat confusing-- was the human young enough to require a babysitter and, even then, why would that babysitter be an Autobot?

The Autobot shook his head a little. "Sideswipe and I- we were made to be soldiers. That's our function. We're skilled because we have to be." He gave a little shrug, mindful of the fact that Naomi was seated in his hand. "As for Sam - Bumblebee's charge - that's a long, long story."

"I won't make you tell it, then," she said apologetically. "He must be a very interesting person, to say the least." And important, if hunches told her anything. It was nice to know that alien robots could get along with what some might call inferior beings, but she'd long since learned that for herself.

About to ask another question, Naomi caught herself and lightly pressed her palm to her forehead. "I'm sorry, I'm going to bombard you at this rate... was there anything you wanted to know?"

"Sam? To be honest I've never actually talked to him." Considering the circumstances under which they first met, he didn't exactly blame the kid. It had been nothing short of a war zone in Egypt, and Sam was a little busy trying to stay alive. So no, they hadn't spoken. Maybe he should remedy that one day. "From what I understand, he's very... interesting." That smile was back in his optics as he recalled the fondness in which 'Bee always referred to the human.

"Hm." He considered the question a little. Naomi could do things he didn't even know humans were capable of, so of course he was curious. "Were you always-" a pause as he tried to recall the word "-psychokinetic? Or did it just kinda happen one day or what?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject