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[electrowhipit]

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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[electrowhipit]

"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."

[kittykinesis.livejournal.com]

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.

[electrowhipit]

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.