log > what is wrong with us THE SEQUEL

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It was hard to believe that only three hours ago, she and Jolt had been bar-hopping (with the best of intentions, of course) and now Naomi was soaring over a dense forest, zipping out of the way of a few directed lightning strikes, courtesy of one of Black Phantom's puppets.

She had bigger things to worry about, though. More specifically, she had one big thing who had somehow disappeared from the battle. It had been only a few minutes of leaving him to take down the other side's psychokinetic, but when she'd returned, Jolt had vanished. Hatsune and Akira were fighting on the ground, both too distracted to take the time to sniff him out. Sakaki was on hand in a nearby helicopter, but it had been made to land out of concern that the lightning would strike it. The Children could have helped, but they needed to stay together for Kaoru's cleansing ability to function properly.

That left a very frantic Naomi flying about in the hopes of locating one errant Autobot. The one controlling the other espers hadn't been very comforting, having glanced in the girl's direction earlier.

"Worried about your friend? You should thank me. I've taken good care of him."

She'd hardly been reassured-- if anything, Naomi's ire and worry had only tripled, until she'd not only knocked out the esper manipulating the lightning but picked up her speed. The fight was nearly over; she could see the bright light from The Children's area now, but she wouldn't be relieved until she knew her Autobot friend was safe.

"Jolt-san!!" She called now, skimming the tops of the trees and then flying a little lower. "Please, answer me!"

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[electrowhipit]

His first waking thought was that it was cold. It shouldn't be, even under the shade of the trees. Trees-? He couldn't quite recall where he was or what he'd been doing, only that there were lots of trees, and that he found his mind lazily drifting from useless tree fact to useless tree fact as everything slowly swam back into focus.

Lightning flashed somewhere outside of his vision, and he recalled with sudden clarity that he'd been fighting. And Naomi was there. And there were the bad guys and the one had- he didn't quite remember, it was all fuzzy still, but it must have been bad because he was lying in a fairly sizable crater.

And there was someone zipping overhead, calling out his name. "Naomi!" he cried, and was surprised by the sound of his own voice. It was... not right somehow. Only then did he look down at his hands.

"Oh, Primus."

[electrowhipit]

Jolt was a fighter, and as he valiantly fought the fever off, the rest of the night passed without incident.

But he had always been one to sleep in, and that wasn't about to change now- especially not after the long night he'd had to endure. As B.A.B.E.L. was waking up, he was still dead to the world, contentedly lying there with his arms curled around Naomi.

The inevitable breakdown that was going to walk through that door was a distant thought.