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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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The car perked at her arrival, as it always did. The bucket of water, however, gave him pause. "Wait. You're gonna wash me?" he blurted, almost too loud. Almost forgetting himself.

But he reigned his vocals in at the last second, keeping his volume manageable.

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The girl tilted her head, not really understanding why he sounded so surprised. If a car was dirty, you washed it. If a giant robot disguised as a car was dirty, you washed it. The principle wasn't hard to grasp.

"You won't be able to do it for yourself without getting some stares," she reminded him. "I don't mind doing this for you, and I promise it won't take long, so it'll be easier for both of us if you cooperate."

It wasn't that he didn't want to be washed- he actually quite liked it- it was just that Naomi offering to do such a thing had never occurred to him before.

"Sure- sure I'll cooperate and-" a pause. "Thanks Naomi. For doing this."

"You don't have to thank me for something like this!" She would have added that he didn't ever have to thank her, since she enjoyed doing things for him, but she doubted he'd abide by that.

"Just let me know if the water's too cold, okay?" With that, Naomi retrieved her sponge from the water and got to work. She was deliberately careful, scrubbing the accumulated dirt away with gentle strokes and making sure that no square inch on the Volt was left unattended to.

Her gentleness astounded him. Even after so much time together, it still caught him off-guard sometimes. It was sweet, really, and-

And frag it all, there went his systems again, betraying him.

On the one hand, it was a good thing he wasn't a sports car, on the other hand, the soft purring of his electric engine sounded like just that- purring.

The soft noise of the engine surprised her initially, making her almost drop the sponge-- until Naomi, listening closely, realized what it was (and had to fight hard not to laugh). The sound put her in mind of a large, lazy cat, but hearing it from an Autobot was something else. It was adorable, and the only reason why she didn't voice this to Jolt was because she knew he wouldn't exactly find that a good thing.

Of course, that didn't stop her from inquiring innocently, "So it feels good, then?"

There was an embarrassed hitch in the otherwise steady hum of the engine, and the front of the car dipped slightly- as though Jolt was hoping making himself smaller would lessen the embarrassment. "Yeah," he said, quietly. Almost too quietly to hear.

"Good," Naomi stated, moving around to the front and having to stretch out just a bit on her toes to get the whole windshield. Floating would have made it easier, but she didn't want to rely on her abilities too much. "You deserve it."

And it was true. Jolt had been invaluable during the past few missions, once her supervisor had been filled in on his presence and true nature. Due to Naomi's insistence and Fujiko's support, the Autobot had been allowed to assist on the missions that weren't widely broadcast to the public. In Naomi's opinion, just thanking him would never be enough.

It was cute, really, the way Naomi refused to use her powers for something so trivial. Jolt was pretty confident that if he had the ability to fly around and move things with his mind, he'd be using it all the time. He had to admire Naomi for her willpower.

And Jolt would always be a little bit disappointed that he hadn't been there to see Naomi's supervisor's initial reaction to the news that the car he thought had been possessed by the devil was indeed alive. But, at least it made hiding out at B.A.B.E.L. headquarters a little easier now that the key people knew who and what he was and--

Ooh. That felt nice. The purr of the engine deepened in pitch slightly, and the Volt apparently just gave up on trying to save face, because he shifted on his wheels from his earlier embarrassed stance, settling down into one of contentment.

"I could stay like this all day," he murmured.

To say it had been somewhat of a fiasco when it came to talking to Tanizaki would have been an understatement; upon hearing that Satan's Chevrolet was not only sentient, but the big giant robot that had saved his Naomi from getting hit by a crane, his incoherent wailing and screaming had his charge and the director both covering their ears within minutes. Then he'd wanted Jolt moved, assigned to another team, because surely he would be of more use there, but Fujiko had vetoed the idea immediately.

"They belong to each other now," she'd insisted. "And you would be an absolute idiot to try and come between that."

Naomi hadn't quite understood what she meant, but if Jolt would be able to fight with her, she was fine with that.

She grinned as she obligingly spent more time on the windshield, having to reach and stretch her fingers out to get the end, but eventually succeeding. Now she just had to settle on her feet before she lost her balance.

"I think my hands would fall off if this was an all-day affair," she said contritely. "Although we could probably make this a weekly thing."

Jolt snapped out of his dreamy state just long enough to manage to somehow look indignant. But the look was fleeting and he chuckled. "Weekly works."

The guys at NEST had always handled the Autobots' washing, that was somehow different. There was the spraying of hoses, and laughing, and more often than not, the soldiers ended up just as soaked as their Cybertronian charges. Not that he'd enjoyed it any less, but this was nice in its own way.

"Then--" With a slight gesture, the long hose used for the cars in the lot uncoiled itself and flew in Naomi's direction, winding about her like a giant docile snake. She smiled sweetly as the handle came to rest in her hand. "This is going to be a little cold."

At least she was merciful enough to keep it to a stream of water, instead of a high-power blast, only slightly less powerful than the ones fire engines used.

The Autobot was already bracing himself the moment he saw the hose. "Ah," he sighed. "I knew this was too good to be true." He'd yet to meet a hose that sprayed anything other than cold water.

And cold it was, but to his credit, he only flinched a little.

He was a brave soul, that Jolt, and Naomi did her best to make the rinsing as quick as possible. Getting doused in cold water after any amount of time sunbathing wasn't the best experience (and anyone who was unfortunate enough to be anywhere near The Children when they were bored had learned that), and it didn't take long to rinse the soap off and towel him dry. The sun helped.

"Did you want a wax, too?" She offered, figuring it was one way to make up for the necessary evil.

The toweling had almost gotten him purring again. Almost. He was really going to have to work on reigning his systems in- couldn't have fans and engine and whatever else just kicking on whenever. It was embarrassing.

Oh, that was tempting. So very tempting, but Naomi had done more than enough for him today, and he'd managed to look like a big enough fool to boot. "I'm fine Naomi. This was more than enough."

"If you say so..." Naomi looked a little dubious, but opted not to question him further. He looked much better now, gleaming in the sun and without any trace of dirt and dust on him. That would last probably until the next mission, which could be anywhere between the next five minutes and the next five days, but for the time being, he was perfectly clean.

Or it could be in the next five seconds.

But oddly enough, it wasn't any comm of Naomi's that was buzzing- it was his. It caught him off-guard for a moment, after going so long without hearing from his comrades- but the voice of a certain Autobot commander quickly set him straight.

With a mumbled apology to Naomi, he took the call on his internal systems quietly.

Well, that was... odd. Jolt seemed to be engrossed in... something, and she didn't want to impose-- but it didn't feel right to just leave him completely, either, so Naomi settled on compromising by stepping back to allow him to continue unhindered.

The call took a little longer than he'd expected- but that was due to some heavy negotiating on Jolt's part.

Eventually, he rolled back-and-forth a little, clearly hesitant about something, before rolling up alongside Naomi. "Sooo-" he said. "How do you feel about fighting Decepticons? ...Well, 'Con. Singular. As far as we know."

How did she feel about fighting an evil robot?

Startled, for one, and recalling memories of past fights with robots. Always a challenge, but none of the missions were ever easy for the espers. She would just be careful until she could verify what she was getting into. Not fighting, however... wasn't an option.

"If there's something you have to take care of, I'm coming along," she said firmly.

"I know that," Jolt remarked. His door swung open obligingly. "Optimus took a little convincing, but he said you can come along." Provided, of course, that Jolt kept her out of trouble- despite his instance that Naomi was more than capable of handling herself.

"...I think your superiors will probably be getting a phone call from NEST right about now." That one had been all Optimus' idea. If their organizations were going to work together, best to keep everyone appraised of the situation- again, despite Jolt's insistence that he'd have her back before she was even missed.

Glancing towards the building, Naomi blinked when her limiter crackled.

"Authorization: Level Six Activated. Limiter release, Wild Cat."

This was followed by a sharp reminder that if the damned car let anything happen to her, there would be hell to pay, but Naomi was already inside the car and buckled in.

"Verified and ready to go," she said cheerfully.

Jolt took off down the street at an easy pace, his hologram flickering on. The last thing he needed was to draw undue attention to himself. Optimus had sternly advised him to take his time on this one- as far as the enemy knew, there wasn't an Autbot or NEST agent around his hiding spot for miles, and there was no reason to bring him out of that sense of security, however false that may be.

"This is what we've got," he said. "One 'Con, hiding out in an old building site a couple of miles from here. We're still a little fuzzy on his alt or his designation, since there's a lot of construction equipment lying around over there." He shrugged.

"Understood," Naomi replied at once, already settling into Official Special Esper mode. "So we're regarding all of it as a possible Decepticon." Go figure it had to be construction-- moving any of that equipment had always given her the hardest time.

"I wonder why it's hiding here, though," she mused. "I can't think of anything it would want."

Construction equipment was a favored source for altmodes for the Decepticons. Jolt really didn't know why, but it usually meant two things about the mech in question: They were big, and they were slow. "Once we get in close, I should be able to sniff him out," Jolt replied. He wasn't exactly built with the best scanners available- he was a fighter, not a medic like Ratchet, what need did he have for them? But if this Decepticon wasn't expecting him, maybe he'd catch him being sloppy.

The Autobot pondered on that for a moment, then offered up another shrug. "Who knows? Could be this is just where he happened to land and he's just awaiting orders. If we can take him alive, maybe we can ask."

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