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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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A stickler for correcting mistakes, the girl tilted her head just slightly, making a soft, thoughtful noise under her breath as she pondered a solution.

"So you'll be spending the next few days with me in this clearing with no underlying intentions that would trouble my supervisor whatsoever?" She tried again, perfectly earnest.

((Awwww is someone tired.))

"Uh" was the only response he could think of for a moment, but that likely wouldn't give off a good impression. "Just about everything troubles your supervisor," he pointed out instead. Not that he had any underlying intentions- well, okay, maybe he wanted some alone time with Naomi. But that hardly counted.

"He... means well." A pause, and then Naomi's expression soured, as if she'd just remembered something extremely unpleasant. Given the fact that she'd been placed under the man's tutelage for a good many years, the guess wasn't far off. "... I think."

She just had to remember that she'd lived a semi-normal life because of him. She could overlook the figurine he'd had made of her, and the wedding plans she'd once caught him poring through when she was only fourteen, and the... extremely skimpy summer uniform... okay, this wasn't working.

"I probably haven't helped matters any," she chose to add, moving towards the abandoned campsite to investigate it. "Maybe this will make him think twice about his future bride, at least."

"His future bride and her giant alien robot," Jolt quipped as he watched her investigate for a moment. He decided he'd best do his own investigating and did a quick scanner sweep of the area, and was pleased to find that the little show earlier hadn't drawn anyone- human or otherwise- to the site.

That earned him the tiniest of snorts and a raised eyebrow, even as the esper got to work arranging some of the logs. She could have used her power, but after her early display, she thought it better to conserve what she had left. Losing control of it was draining enough.

"I don't know if he-- or me, for that matter-- would call you mine," she demurred. "I'd say that's assuming too much, and then he'd just be worried that you'd tag along on the nonexistent-never-going-to-happen honeymoon."

Jolt sauntered over after a moment, and began helping her in her rearranging. He didn't doubt she was drained after all that- he was a little tired himself, to be honest- and he was better suited for the heaving lifting anyway.

The Autobot angled his head a little, studiously ignoring that last bit of Naomi's statement. "No? Then what would you call me?"

Naomi gave him a tiny smile, allowing him to assist while she considered his question. Something that should have been simple to answer turned out to be one that she actually had to grant some serious thought to. Calling him hers would have been selfish-- he was his own autonomous robot, after all. And yet it still seemed natural to think of him that way.

"My friend," she said at last. "My car, maybe for outside appearances. But my giant alien robot? You'd have to call me your human before I could agree to that one."

He chuckled a little- Ironhide had already branded Naomi as 'Jolt's human', and wasted no time in teasing the younger Autobot about it when the opportunity presented itself. (The fact that Ironhide possessed a sense of humor, let alone one that allowed for teasing, had been a bit of a shock, however.)

"Maybe you are my human," Jolt replied. "I'm your Autobot, and you're my human. We belong to each other."

((ooc; ...yeah okay, passing out. GOOD LUCK WITH YOUR PAPER AND STUFF.))

Aaaand there he went echoing the director again. Only this time, Naomi thought she understood-- both him, and what Fujiko had meant at the time. It might have been mere coincidence that they had both ended up in the mall, and that she'd chosen to try and defend him while he'd quickly made it clear that he needed no defending. It might have been mere coincidence that they'd gotten along almost immediately, and that he'd followed her home.

But when Tsubomi Fujiko made an obvservation like that, it was more solid than any prediction the espers could reverse.

"... I think you're right." Logs arranged to her satisfaction, Naomi rocked back on her heels and plopped down for a breather. "It's as though that's how it should be."

((ooc: sob two more pages but will probably pass out soon and just plow through the gd horror later. SWEET DREAMS RO MY LOVE.))

Jolt remained standing, for fear of upsetting his joints further, and watched her for a moment. "And I wouldn't have it any other way," there was a sort of warm smile in his voice. One that, initially, surprised him. Impulsive, chaotic, smart-aft, he'd been called all of these things, and they were true. Caring and compassionate had never been on the list before.

"Do you ever wonder..." Still sitting, she tipped her head back to look up at the robot towering over her. It wasn't a hot day, nor was the sun overly bright, but he did provide an excellent source of shade. "Do you ever wonder just how we ended up like this?"

The Autobot's optic ridges knit together in mild confusion. "Ended up like what?" Friends? Partners? ...Whatever it was they were? (To be honest, Jolt wasn't sure how to describe them.)

"Like..." Almost too late, Naomi reached the same conclusion that the Autobot had, instantly backtracking because she didn't know what they were. "I can't have been the only person to have stopped for you in the mall. And you could have gone home, but you came with me. And now we're... well, here." She made a vague gesture. "It seems like such a series of coincidences, but then when I think about it, it feels like it was meant to happen somehow, exactly the way it did."

There was a shrug by way of response, and, against his better judgment, Jolt plopped down to a sit. He liked being closer to Naomi's eye-level when they were talking. (Hanging out with a human that could fly had no doubt spoiled him in this regard.)

"I don't try to question it. All I know is, not a day goes by where I'm not thankful to have met you."

As if to oblige him and reach a compromise, the esper floated up to optic-level, although she remained in her seated position. Floating never required too much energy.

Trying to prevent a dark flush from spreading across her face, however, was exhausting. With a flustered grumble, Naomi pressed her hands to her cheeks. "I swear, I think you like making me do this."

"Maybe I do." It was obvious by his tone that he was teasing. Mostly. It was endearing.

One hand reached out to give her a playful poke in the shoulder.

Naomi evaded it with the ease born from past experiences, landing lightly on his hand. "And while you're doing that, you're getting slower," she retorted. "I'd say the victory's mine, Jolt-san."

"You may have won this time, but I'll get you yet!" He countered, optics narrowing in mock anger. It lasted only a moment, however, and then he laughed. This was so much better than watching Naomi steadily drift farther and farther away, so much better than seeing her paste on a smile for his benefit.

He had missed her, even though she'd been right there it hadn't been the same.

"I don't think you've managed to catch me yet." Her tone was light, gently teasing, and there was a deeper sense of relief that accompanied her amusement. Guilt, of course, that she was able to smile in the wake of a death she could have prevented, but also relief that the pain was starting to ease off, little by little. And it was all thanks to the Autobot. It hadn't been fair to him to act so distanced, but she honestly hadn't wanted to trouble him. And that had backfired.

"... I'm sorry." Adjusting her balance while still perched on his hand, Naomi contritely lowered her head. "I kept you waiting for awhile, didn't I?"

For someone with no mouth, Jolt was able to pull off pouting rather well, even if it was only in jest. At Naomi's apology, however, his expression quickly sobered. "Hey, I'd wait forever, if that's what it took."

"... It might have." It wasn't an easy thing to admit, but it was the truth, and she kept her eyes focused on the gleaming metal she perched on. "Every mission I went on after that, it was like I could hear his voice, accusing me, and he was right. Just stepping into B.A.B.E.L. was..." She shrugged. "Even when I sleep, he's there. I can't say for sure that the dreams will stop anytime soon. But I do know if I'd stayed, nothing would have changed. I owe you so much just for that."

Jolt smiled then, warmly, and somehow conveying the feeling quite well despite his limits when it came to facial expression. He lifted his hand easily, slowly so as not to catch her off-guard, and brought Naomi too him. With a slight dip of his head, his forehead met hers, carefully. "It's good to have you back."

At the slightest movement, Naomi instinctively adjusted her balance, glancing up uncertainly at Jolt as though she wasn't sure what he had in mind.

Then foreheads touched, one soft skin, one warm metal, and she blinked. She'd thought-- she'd hoped-- she'd cried enough to last her for years, but she had to close her eyes against the sudden stinging at the sweetness of the gesture, opting to reach up with both hands to rest her palms on his face.

"It's good to be back."

He shuttered his optics and just sat there, holding her, and- in a way- being held. It was different from when he'd held her as a hologram- sure, that form could still feel, but it wasn't the same as having Naomi's hands resting on his faceplates. Half of him wondered what this was, and half of him decided he just didn't care.

He did, however, take care not to move, because he'd be damned if he let complaining joints and squeaking gears ruin this again.

There weren't many sights stranger than the one that would have met anyone who could have stumbled across them: the gigantic robot with the slip of a girl perched on his hand like some kind of bird, both holding each other in their own ways. But there wasn't anyone around... no strangers to gawk, no supervisors to screech, nobody else.

Naomi preferred it that way, just breathing in the moment before she reluctantly spoke up, almost sleepily.

"You're going to freeze up again if you stay like this."

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