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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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Briefly anger-- completely unprovoked-- flared inside of her, and it was only by sheer force of will that Naomi forced it down. So he was being insistent on this. So he didn't seem to understand that she didn't want to burden him. She hadn't wanted to burden anyone, which was why--

She stood, looking more like a lost child than a powerful esper. All this time, she'd been struggling to suppress fear. Fear of-- what? Rejection? She'd stood up for herself before, and that hadn't earned her any enmity. But this time was different. No one's life had ever been lost in her hands. She hadn't been responsible for a person's death. She had...

Naomi looked at Jolt now, trembling slightly. She needed to go. She needed to stay. And, for the life of her, she couldn't figure out which one she needed the most, even if the Autobot had already done so.

For his own part, Jolt remained quiet, trying his damnedest to ignore the pain in his spark as he watched her struggle.

His passenger-side door swung open, and he waited.

To get into the car meant to walk away from B.A.B.E.L., she knew. For minutes, or hours, who knew. It meant leaving the place she'd owed a duty to ever since they'd welcomed her as one of their own. It meant being selfish, even if just for a little while, and running away-- this time more than just a brief flight away until she had to return. More than just mental distancing.

But it also meant placing her trust in Jolt, and never once had Naomi hesitated to do so. That wasn't about to change now.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly stepped forward, one foot in front of the other, until she'd not only reached the car but climbed inside.

The door swung closed behind her, as gently as it had opened, and the car pulled onto the road.

They would be back, eventually. Naomi belonged at B.A.B.E.L. and he wasn't so foolish as to take her away from that forever. No, this was a retreat. A vacation. A necessity. But they would be back. He'd promised The Children as much, just as they'd promised to cover for him as best they could.

Jolt's hologram flickered to life when they merged onto a more traffic-heavy section of road, and he cast a sideways glance at her. "Hey you," he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm glad you're here."

She'd stayed quiet until the hologram appeared, gazing out the window at nothing in particular. Jolt didn't appear to have a destination in mind, other than "Somewhere Not Here", which she was finding to be more appealing by the second. Still, she couldn't help but wonder why he'd been so unyielding on it.

Naomi blinked when he addressed her, meeting the hologram's eyes. It took a moment, but then a smile of her own appeared-- small and tentative, but genuine.

"Somehow," she replied quietly, "I can't really say no to you, Jolt-san."

Oh that smile, small though it was, was like a gift. His own grin broadened slightly, the only indication of how elated he was to see her smiling.

"It's my charm, isn't it?" he said, allowing himself to joke a little.

"It's a lot more than that," came the reply with complete honesty and sincerity, while Naomi looked surprised at her own response. Not that she hadn't meant it, because she had-- she just hadn't expected to say it directly, instead of responding to his joking with a bit of her own humor.

... Then again, she was still floundering when it came to restoring that humor.

The hologram's eyebrows rose- Jolt was clearly as surprised as Naomi- but the surprise quickly gave way into another grin. To be honest, the honesty was more refreshing than any joke could have been.

He paused for a moment, thinking, and then with a quirk of his brow, the radio kicked on. So maybe he was stealing Bumblebee's shtick, but sometimes music had a way of saying things that he couldn't quite figure out how to voice himself.

♫ "Is it me or is it all of us
And are we dull or glorious?
Am I on the way down
Or is this the same thing twice?
Oh this feels so nice

Come with me
Maybe we'll get away?
Come and see
Baby it's better when you...
Come with me
Maybe we'll get away?
Come and see
Baby it's better this way..." ♪

This time, it was Naomi's eyebrows who arched, not having expected the sudden burst of music. She probably should have expected anything, given how unpredictable the Autobot could be, but she paused to listen nevertheless.

"Is this real, is this insanity?
Is it fate or is it clarity?
Am I on the way down
Is this the same thing twice?
Oh this feels so nice" ♪

Relevant almost immediately, from what she could tell. She'd been wallowing in a deep state of agonized confusion for a little while now, and hadn't quite realized how to get out of it. But-- being here, with Jolt-- somehow, it helped. It was painful, and it would probably get worse before it got better... but nothing had hurt as much as pushing him away.

At this point, it was probably impossible, anyway.

Jolt only offered her a smile- albeit a slightly goofy one. There would be time for Naomi to come to grips with things when they got to... wherever they were going, but the drive, he felt, shouldn't be awkward.

"Come with me
Maybe we'll get away?
Come and see
Baby it's better when you...
Come with me
Maybe we'll get away?
Come and see
Baby it's better this way..." ♫

They were making good time, given that it was the middle of the day, and traffic was light. The buildings eventually thinned until they gave way completely to countryside, and countryside to mountain roads lined with trees.

Oh, this was better. Jolt liked nature, probably more than he cared to admit around his fellow Autobots, but his choice of an electric car for an alt hadn't purely been for the unique fighting abilities it provided.

Speaking of unexpected yet again...

Being the government-funded organization that it was, B.A.B.E.L. owned all sorts of land, including an entire green and mountainous landscape that was provided for special and more intensive training in a real-life environment. It had always been Naomi's favorite place to train, and one The Children had come to love, too. Where they were now was almost like it, except that this wasn't owned by the base.

It was beautiful, but Naomi's confusion only grew. Just how far was Jolt planning to go?

Far enough.

According to his GPS (which, by the way, was an ingenious human invention), there was a dirt road that veered off the main road right about-

Here.

"Hold on," he cautioned. He wasn't exactly built for off-roading, and the road was only used by those who knew where it was- and judging by its condition, that wasn't many people. The road wound through the trees, before eventually coming to rest at a clearing. The spot had clearly been used by campers before, as evident by the fire pit and a few scattered logs for places to sit.

She just barely managed to latch onto the door handle for some kind of support, having nearly whacked her head against the dashboard at the first lurch of car meeting dirt. The grip kept her balanced for the most part until Jolt had reached his apparent destination.

Which was when Naomi shot him a look that stated that he'd better have a good explanation for this one.

For his own part, Jolt, who had discarded his hologram when he hit the dirt road, managed to come off as perfectly innocent. "What?"

He didn't exactly... have a plan after getting her out of the city and away from everything, and now he realized he had best be thinking of something.

Had she not been sitting, Naomi would have placed her hands on her hips in a perfect imitation of the director when she was dealing with a troublesome esper-- or supervisor. As it were, she still managed to look stern.

"Don't you 'what' me. I don't know exactly what's going through your processor, but-- camping? You know what my supervisor's going to be like!"

"Only for a couple of solar- er, days," he blurted, nearly forgetting himself when it came to measurements of time. "And your supervisor would freak if you were gone for two hours, what's a little more time?"

There was a pause as Jolt collected himself. When he spoke again, he was serious. "Even if you don't know it yet, this'll do you some good."

A couple of days. She had just been brought out here by a car who seemed to have been possessed by Fujiko, because she was exactly the kind of person who was all about getting out and doing something different.

... Except when she slept for weeks, of course.

There was another flash of anger at his words, but Naomi restrained it once again, instead reaching for the handle to let herself out. "And just how do you know this?"

"Because," his tone was still serious, but his voice had softened- almost as though he could tell she was angry. Maybe he could. "Because I do." He really wished he was more eloquent when it came to this sort of thing. Moreover, he really wished Ratchet were here, as odd as that sounded. If anyone knew what it was like to lose a life after working so hard to save it, the Autobot medic did.

But the fact of the matter was Ratchet wasn't here. Jolt was, and he was going to have to try and make due. "I've seen seasoned soldiers crack under less, and I know you're trying, but you're cracking regardless. I just... I wanted to give you the chance to put everything back together."

"Put... everything back together?" Once she was out of the car, Naomi tilted her head back, eyes locked on the small, equally-blue expanse of sky that peeked through the trees. Her voice was quiet, the tone almost dangerous.

That danger became evident when a wind that most certainly hadn't been there before began to whip at her hair and there were sparks of red light in the air around her. The trouble with being anywhere close to an esper when their emotions were even the slightest bit... wild was that things just tended to happen around them.

And right now, Naomi's tenuous grip on her own emotions was slipping. She was angry-- not at Jolt, he was trying-- but at herself. She was frightened. She was confused, and upset, and so many other things that she would have given anything not to be. Just as she would have given anything not to have Jolt witness her like this.

"The more something cracks, the more likely it is to break." It was a simply stated fact. "The sooner it breaks, the harder it is to put back together. Even for an esper. If this..." She shook her head, taking a step back, and then another. "Maybe you're right, and I'm cracking, but that's-- that's exactly why I didn't want to-- with you, especially-- if I break, you'll--"

Naomi broke off, staring at the Volt almost helplessly. This probably wasn't what he'd intended when he'd searched her out, and now the poor Autobot had to be wondering if his human friend had completely lost it.

He'd expected this, to be honest. Optimus had always said that their two races were more similar than anyone could have guessed, and when one took into account the fact that he was comparing gigantic, autonomous robots to tiny, comparatively frail humans, the notion seemed ridiculous. But Jolt saw now what he meant- at the core, they weren't so different at all.

Jolt was a soldier in a centuries-long war, and the look of pain and confusion on Naomi's face echoed the looks on the faceplates of countless allies and enemies alike. The life you could have saved, would have saved, should not have taken, should have taken- he'd seen the ramifications of all of them, and watching it play out now with someone so young, and someone he cared for deeply at that, put him at a loss.

"Naomi," he said at length, his tone still quiet. "Whatever happens, I can take it. I can't- I won't leave you. I already left you once, when you needed me the most, and I'm not going to do it again."

She shook her head in denial of his words, moved neither forward nor backwards, standing rigid and still fighting with every last ounce of energy she had to keep things at bay. This wasn't a normal battle, against enemies she could actually see and fight and conquer. This was a battle against her emotions, the nightmares that haunted her, the life that had been lost that still hung heavily over her.

"You didn't..." It wasn't as though Naomi hadn't felt alone before. She had been considered dangerous until B.A.B.E.L. had taken her in. She had endured Tanizaki's sexual harassment, never once speaking out against it until she'd-- for lack of a better word-- forced to confront her feelings. This was nearly the same. She'd grown since then, become more confident, but there were times when all other options had to be shut off, leaving her with no further choice. A necessary risk had to be taken.

The energy escaped from her briefly, battering the trees, occasionally striking at the car without Naomi to consciously restrain it. The girl lifted a hand to call it back, fighting back tears and knowing it was a losing battle. Despite her attempts to keep him away, the Autobot had said what she'd needed to hear, and she could no longer pretend to be anything but herself in front of him.

"Jolt..." Either she was too distraught to remember the usual honorific, or she just didn't care at the moment-- probably because she was already crying. "Please..."

Help me.

Her unsaid plea did not go unheard.

His first impulse was to use his hologram, but he quelled it instantly and transformed- pausing long enough to set aside her things so they wouldn't be crushed in the process.

A careful hand encircled her, gently drawing her to his kneeling form - the closest thing he could come to a hug, considering their differences in size - and he waited, bracing himself silently. He would endure whatever beating her slipping powers threw his way, and shield her from whatever her slipping powers threw her way. "I'm here," he murmured, dipping his head. "I'm here."

With just those words, the power escaped from her once more, lashing out at anything and everything. Naomi was no Level 7, but results could still be catastrophic when it came to a psychokinetic losing control-- and a high-level one at that. She hated it-- hated that all of this had been trapped inside of her, hated that it was hurting Jolt. And yet all she could do was hold on to him as best as she could, resting a palm on his face, whispering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" as the power raged on unchecked.

Physical contact had been easier with his hologram, but Naomi didn't have a preference as to which form he chose to take. Solidified image, vehicle, robot-- all of them were Jolt, and so long as that remained the fact, she was fine with it.

Gradually, her sobs died down to tiny, shuddering hiccups and whimpers, and the next time her power surged, there was a bubble of sparking energy to repel it away from the Autobot. She wouldn't let him be hurt. Not by her hand-- not by anything.

Jolt just held her, optics shuttered, steady and unmoving in the maelstrom around him. He was used to battle, to combat and chaos and pain, and this was just a battle of a different kind- he would endure it for as long as it took, because, as he'd told Naomi so many times before, she was worth it.

The sudden diversion of her power away from him caused his optics to flick open, and he pulled away just enough to regard her with a look akin to a worn smile. I'm okay, said his expression. I'll be fine.

Naomi regarded him with a steady gaze, blue eyes blinking away tears. She correctly read the message he wanted to convey and understood that he would wait, taking every last bit of her power until she could draw it back. That was just the kind of person-- Autobot-- he was. Eager, impulsive, but reliable. He'd been waiting for her all this time, and he was still willing to endure this... for her sake.

Nonetheless, she maintained the barrier, only dropping it when her power had softened, then withdrew. All the while, she didn't look away from those optics, silently telling him that he wasn't the only one who had someone he wanted to protect.

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