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[drabble][Transformers IDW, Rodimus, Drift, PG] No Where I'd Rather Be
Title: No Where I'd Rather Be
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 879
Characters: Rodimus, Drift
Summary: Directly following LL 25, so spoilers. Life moves on. And sometimes it moves a little bit easier with a friend.
He knew it wasn't actually a thing but Rodimus could've sworn he felt his subspace ache where Megatron's badge had been. He took in a shaky cycle of air, leaned his head back and stared up at the curved ceiling of the shuttle. Seeing the crew again, it made him miss them. Not that Rodimus hadn't before, in the long spans of uneventful time because Thunderclash was a more thoughtful captain than Rodimus had been. But seeing them now- the ones that were still with them, the ones that managed to be happy -just brought it all back. He put a hand to his hip where Nautica's book was stowed. It was still unread despite it rarely leaving his possession because the memories were still starkly fresh for Rodimus, even after all this time. He loved them. All of them. Even those he'd fallen out of touch with. And while he enjoyed life on The Exitus for the most part, it wasn't the same. The stakes weren't as high and the danger not as frequent, but Rodimus also wasn't as happy as he was on the Lost Light.
But... at least there was another one out there somewhere. It was a thought that had sustained him more than a few times, about another ship in another universe.
Where Megatron was still with them.
Where Rewind and Brainstorm were still healthy.
Where Ratchet and Drift were still happily together.
Where Rodimus truly felt at home. And knowing that that was possible, as astronomical as it was, was enou-
No.
No, dammit. It wasn't enough.
"Hey!" He leaned forward, pounding on the back of the pilot's chair. "Turn this around! I wanna go back!"
Said pilot spared a glance over his shoulder. "What? But our timetable, the captain-"
"He can send my stuff planetside, he owes me!" Actually at this point he was probably well in Thunderclash's debt for all the times he looked away while Rodimus was being particularly... Rodimus, but that was beside the point. "You either turn this thing around or I'll jump out the hatch!"
It was, surely, a testament to his daring and bravery that the pilot considered that a very real possibility and banked back toward the planet. By the time they touched down, Drift was the only one left at Ratchet's grave.
"Drift!" Rodimus called out, as if Drift hadn't watched Rodimus's return with no small measure of concern. Rodimus ran toward his friend, clapping Drift's arms, the mourning cloak bunching under his hands before the exhaust as the shuttle took off again could blow it back. "Alternate universes don't matter!"
"What?"
"Change isn't a bad thing- Megatron was proof of that. And just because another version of us might still be flying around on the Lost Light doesn't mean our own lives have to suck."
Drift side-eyed him. "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"Look, Drift- do you really want to be alone right now?"
Drift hesitated, then he looked up at Ratchet's hologram hovering over them. "...no."
"Good, 'cause I don't think there's any place more important for me to be than here with you. Anything you need, anywhere you wanna go, I'm right there with you."
With a sigh, Drift shifted closer, letting Rodimus take some of his weight. "I don't think I'll be able to go on any adventures for some time. I have responsibilities, legal loose ends to tie up and... it's going to be a long while before I'm ready to... keep living, I guess."
"Hey," Rodimus slung an arm across Drift's back, pulling him into a hug. "When I said anything you need, anywhere you wanna go, I mean it. If all you wanna do is go back to your place and sleep for the next thousand years, I'll be there to check in on you every once in a while to make sure you're still functioning. I'd prefer this didn't happen, by the way, because it would be very boring for me."
Drift snorted.
"Seriously though." He gently tugged them around until they were both facing Ratchet's grave, feeling more like himself the more he spoke. "I love traveling. I love adventuring and seeing what's in the unknown. Facing dangers and mysteries- you know that. But what made the Lost Light special was being surrounded by people I love. The 'bots on The Exitus are great, don't get me wrong, but you're my best friend for a reason. My life is a thousand times better just being with you, even if all you want is someone to listen while you remember how great Ratchet was."
Drift smiled, touched beyond belief and voice a little shaky. "Thank you, Rodimus."
"No matter how sordid or detailed you get. All the hot, dirty, kinky little-"
A hand shoving up against Rodimus's mouth cut him off, even as Drift broke out into helpless laughter. "You're the worst, Roddy!" Rodimus just waggled his optic ridge in a way that managed to be lewd, making Drift laugh even louder. His other hand wrapped around Rodimus's waist, letting Rodimus take his weight as he sagged and Rodimus just stood firm, letting Drift lean against him. "Thank you," Drift eventually said into his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here."
"No where else I'd rather be."
Fandom: Transformers
Rating: PG
Word Count: 879
Characters: Rodimus, Drift
Summary: Directly following LL 25, so spoilers. Life moves on. And sometimes it moves a little bit easier with a friend.
He knew it wasn't actually a thing but Rodimus could've sworn he felt his subspace ache where Megatron's badge had been. He took in a shaky cycle of air, leaned his head back and stared up at the curved ceiling of the shuttle. Seeing the crew again, it made him miss them. Not that Rodimus hadn't before, in the long spans of uneventful time because Thunderclash was a more thoughtful captain than Rodimus had been. But seeing them now- the ones that were still with them, the ones that managed to be happy -just brought it all back. He put a hand to his hip where Nautica's book was stowed. It was still unread despite it rarely leaving his possession because the memories were still starkly fresh for Rodimus, even after all this time. He loved them. All of them. Even those he'd fallen out of touch with. And while he enjoyed life on The Exitus for the most part, it wasn't the same. The stakes weren't as high and the danger not as frequent, but Rodimus also wasn't as happy as he was on the Lost Light.
But... at least there was another one out there somewhere. It was a thought that had sustained him more than a few times, about another ship in another universe.
Where Megatron was still with them.
Where Rewind and Brainstorm were still healthy.
Where Ratchet and Drift were still happily together.
Where Rodimus truly felt at home. And knowing that that was possible, as astronomical as it was, was enou-
No.
No, dammit. It wasn't enough.
"Hey!" He leaned forward, pounding on the back of the pilot's chair. "Turn this around! I wanna go back!"
Said pilot spared a glance over his shoulder. "What? But our timetable, the captain-"
"He can send my stuff planetside, he owes me!" Actually at this point he was probably well in Thunderclash's debt for all the times he looked away while Rodimus was being particularly... Rodimus, but that was beside the point. "You either turn this thing around or I'll jump out the hatch!"
It was, surely, a testament to his daring and bravery that the pilot considered that a very real possibility and banked back toward the planet. By the time they touched down, Drift was the only one left at Ratchet's grave.
"Drift!" Rodimus called out, as if Drift hadn't watched Rodimus's return with no small measure of concern. Rodimus ran toward his friend, clapping Drift's arms, the mourning cloak bunching under his hands before the exhaust as the shuttle took off again could blow it back. "Alternate universes don't matter!"
"What?"
"Change isn't a bad thing- Megatron was proof of that. And just because another version of us might still be flying around on the Lost Light doesn't mean our own lives have to suck."
Drift side-eyed him. "Are you sure you're not drunk?"
"Look, Drift- do you really want to be alone right now?"
Drift hesitated, then he looked up at Ratchet's hologram hovering over them. "...no."
"Good, 'cause I don't think there's any place more important for me to be than here with you. Anything you need, anywhere you wanna go, I'm right there with you."
With a sigh, Drift shifted closer, letting Rodimus take some of his weight. "I don't think I'll be able to go on any adventures for some time. I have responsibilities, legal loose ends to tie up and... it's going to be a long while before I'm ready to... keep living, I guess."
"Hey," Rodimus slung an arm across Drift's back, pulling him into a hug. "When I said anything you need, anywhere you wanna go, I mean it. If all you wanna do is go back to your place and sleep for the next thousand years, I'll be there to check in on you every once in a while to make sure you're still functioning. I'd prefer this didn't happen, by the way, because it would be very boring for me."
Drift snorted.
"Seriously though." He gently tugged them around until they were both facing Ratchet's grave, feeling more like himself the more he spoke. "I love traveling. I love adventuring and seeing what's in the unknown. Facing dangers and mysteries- you know that. But what made the Lost Light special was being surrounded by people I love. The 'bots on The Exitus are great, don't get me wrong, but you're my best friend for a reason. My life is a thousand times better just being with you, even if all you want is someone to listen while you remember how great Ratchet was."
Drift smiled, touched beyond belief and voice a little shaky. "Thank you, Rodimus."
"No matter how sordid or detailed you get. All the hot, dirty, kinky little-"
A hand shoving up against Rodimus's mouth cut him off, even as Drift broke out into helpless laughter. "You're the worst, Roddy!" Rodimus just waggled his optic ridge in a way that managed to be lewd, making Drift laugh even louder. His other hand wrapped around Rodimus's waist, letting Rodimus take his weight as he sagged and Rodimus just stood firm, letting Drift lean against him. "Thank you," Drift eventually said into his shoulder. "I'm glad you're here."
"No where else I'd rather be."