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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It was sweet, she thought, caught halfway between a grin and a grimace, that he was so concerned and hovering over her like a worried mother.

The mental image that presented made her realize that the pain was starting to make her just a little odd. She couldn't do much about her ribs, not here, but she could at least correct the shoulder problem. It would have been easier with someone else to do it for her, but Jolt, as gentle as she was sure he'd be, was still much too powerful for work that delicate.

But...

"I'm... going to set my shoulder back in place." Naomi sounded breathless, but she didn't want to risk taking deep breaths when she didn't know how bad of a shape her ribs were in. "It... might help... if I lean against you for it."

It's going to hurt like hell, went unsaid.

"Right. Sure." He was nodding, perhaps a little too much. She was fine. Okay, mostly fine. Considering she'd been tackled through a wall by an alien robot, she was actually in pretty good shape, but he was worried for her regardless. (Besides, her supervisor was gonna throw a fit.)

Jolt offerred her a hand, taking care to keep still so she could do what she needed to do.

Naomi leaned against the proffered hand, bracing herself for what came next. She'd only dislocated her shoulder once before, when she was thirteen, and it had taken three supervisors to keep her still so that they could set it back.

She moved deliberately now, first rotating her arm inward, and then slowly outward. She gradually grew more paler with each movement, and had to repeat the process twice-- the second time actually drawing out a sharp cry of pain until she bit down on her lip-- but there was an audible pop as the shoulder finally slid back into the joint.

With a long exhale, the girl sagged against Jolt's hand, taking a moment to just enjoy the relief.

"I'm okay," she whispered, one hand resting on her shoulder. "It's okay now."

He curled his fingers around her on instinct, clearly concerned despite her reassurance. That whole process looked to be nothing but painful, and while watching it had to be substantially less torturous than actually doing it, he hadn't liked it much.

"Good," he said finally. "Backup will be here soon, and we'll get one of the medics to look at you and-"

And as though right on cue, the sound of helicopters could be heard in the distance.

"He's going to be yelling for days," Naomi mumbled, tilting her head up to see if she could catch a glimpse of the approaching helicopters. When the search revealed nothing, she sighed and allowed herself to curl closer against the protective circle of Jolt's hand. As big as he was, she really did feel safer like this.

"Thanks," she said softly, grazing one of his fingers with her own. "You were a big help."

"Just tell him you're doing your part to save the universe. And that I know a GMC Topkick with big guns and a bad attitude, so he better not ruin a good thing." It was evident by his tone that he was joking- at least about that last part.

"Hey," he replied, giving Naomi's hand a little nudge. "Thank you. You did good. I wish you could've seen the look on Zippy's faceplates when you came barreling out of the sky."

Ordinarily, she would have laughed, but her ribs were against the kind of movement that would have required, so the best Naomi could muster was a little sound of amusement. Just the thought of her overly-affectionate and easily-hysterical supervisor being made to deal with a gun-wielding truck brought a smile to her face, lightening her strained features.

"He's probably still... trying to convince himself that I'm... not human, so it's less embarrassing for him."

Overhearing her, the captured Decepticon launched into what sounded like a furious litany in his own language, insulting everything about the esper that he could think of. And yeah, some insults about Jolt, his preference for weak human females, and his paint job while he was at it.

"... We'll be good friends," Naomi concluded serenely, taking a shuddering breath and closing her eyes. She just had to wait a little while longer.

Jolt's head whipped around, and he shot the Decepticon a glare that would have sent him to join Breakneck in the afterlife in an instant, had Jolt that kind of ability. Electricity crackled threateningly in his free hand, and Zippy seemed to get the idea enough to tone it down.

"Friends? With a 'Con?" He chuckled. "Only you Naomi, only you."

Not much longer, because the figure of the mech and the girl were suddenly illuminated by a pair of headlights, and a black GMC Topkick with a bed full of soldiers came rolling down the street.

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