|It keeps getting worse! Ranked 1 of all things >.>|
Happens when you’re an avid fan
This was a short write, but I hope you like it. ;D
“Oh, ya gotta be kiddin’ me,” Crosshairs muttered and gazed down at what was once Drift. In his place was a very miniature sized version of the Samurai, a young and babbling version. Being bounced on one arm.
Crosshairs wore a look that could kill. Severely kill. Hound and Bumblebee left him in charge of the young version of Drift after a freak accident. He was working on a prototype for a new energy weapon and…it accidentally fired on Drift. At least it hadn’t killed him.
He brought Drift-but-not-really-Drift-at-the-moment away from immediate eyesight of the humans and was sitting behind the Yeager’s barn. The last thing his dignity could take was teasing from their human charges.
And to make it worse, Drift was starting to get fussy.
“Ya think Ah like this any more than ya do?” he snapped at the youngling and scowled. It was odd, but…it was like Crosshairs’ irritation and anger was only making things worse. Funny how that worked.
With a roll of his helm and an exasperated sigh, he moved one servo up to Drift’s helm and gently pinched at his helm crests, which merely mere nubs compared to their usual height. He moved his servo back and forth in a massaging manner. His other servo slipped around to Drift’s back and rubbed against the tiny mechlet’s back. At the very least, it was a few of the many sweet spots that helped to relax Drift.
Finally, Drift made a pleased coo and leaned against Crosshairs, clinging to his chest plate. Crosshairs slowly made a relieved ex-vent and sank down against the barn wall in a sitting position. He glanced down when he heard a soft yawn come from Drift and nodded in agreement. “Ah hear ya.”
Both sets of optics closed. Crosshairs’ arms instinctively wrapped protectively around Drift.
When Crosshairs stirred from his recharge he felt a much heavier weight beside him, instead of directly laying on top of him. He snorted when he cracked an optic open and caught sight of Drift, now back at his regular size. Perhaps the effects of the weapon had worn off? Either way, the Bugatti was still recharging.
Crosshairs shifted onto his side and slipped an arm around Drift’s waist.
He wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to get comfortable.
|A cute fic? :D With CrossDrift. I don't wanna say too much and give it away. But if not I won't send it. 8')|
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