[ THE "DRIFT GOT HECKED UP BY TARN" CATCH-ALL POST ]

[auramatic]

Who: Drift, Rodimus, Ratchet, Megatron and whoever else wants to chime in
What: the inevitable fallout of the fucked up shit Tarn just did to Drift
Where: Red Alert's clinic
When: starting a few days after Tarn beat the shit out of Drift
Warnings: a lot of sad. a lot of gay

jk i'm lazy, thread starters below

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[aminerproblem]

"You're going to hurt yourself."

The hand lifts off his wrist, despite interrupting Megatron's readings, but he doesn't quite back off. He's ready to restrain Drift if need be, but he doesn't suspect it will come to that. Rodimus had a similar reaction - a little explanation might help calm this Autobot down as well.

"I volunteered to help Ratchet and Red Alert tend to their patients - I'm here to help you."

[auramatic]

Ratchet, why would you not tell him Megatron is working in the clinic? Drift is starting to feel like people failing to deliver critical information is turning into a trend.

"You? You." Drift's clearly still stunned, although increasingly skeptical. He's having an awful lot of mind-blowing discoveries lately and honestly, he needs a break. Can he go, like, one day without having someone break his personal reality. "You're...working in a medibay. With Ratchet. ...You're not an Autobot too, are you?"

[aminerproblem]

"No. But I don't think my allegiance is really relevant here, is it?"

He tries again, large fingers gently pressing into the less armored joint of his wrist to feel the electrical current and palpitations of his energon lines.

Ah, right there.

[auramatic]

"It's a little relevant," Drift says, but he lets Megatron put a hand to his wrist. Drift's gaze settles on his face, searching. "You'll have to forgive me if I'm a little surprised to see Megatron working as a nurse."

He doesn't mean it in offense, just -- surprise. His optics are more curious than anything, except maybe tired. "How far... When exactly are you from?"

Because around here, it's a pretty relevant question.

[aminerproblem]

At first, there's silence as he takes the readings. He seems to focus for a moment, before settling back and releasing Drift's wrist.

"I imagine Clench would probably have had me well-groomed for my first gladiator match by now," there's a little cynicism that came with being constantly reminded of one's own grim future in his voice,"But I showed up here en route."

He brings his hands up to Drift's jaw, pressing his thumbs lightly over the mechanisms of his neck - particularly near his repaired vocalizer.

"Does this hurt?"

[auramatic]

Drift winces a little at the pressure, optics sharpening -- but he's not worried about Megatron hurting him and he doesn't tense under those hands, except for when Megatron hits a tender spot in the cabling.

"A little," he admits, his voice hoarse with static. "...That's pretty far back. So the war hasn't started for you, yet." Air sighs slowly from his vents. "But I imagine you already know how that's gone."

[aminerproblem]

At the suggestion, there's a little gloom that can't help leak into his expression - for a moment.

"Yes. I know."

The pressure abates as Megatron retracts his hands, a little discomfort was to be expected. As long as there was nothing severe, it shouldn't be anything Drift's own self repair can't knit together from there.

"You're doing good, by the way. You should be out of here soon."

[auramatic]

"Wouldn't be so sure of that," Drift murmurs, his gaze still steady on Megatron's face. "I don't think Ratchet's keen on letting me out of his sight just yet."

Ratchet always does have a certain stubbornness when it comes to Drift and proving him wrong, even though they're friends now, or so Ratchet says. Apparently that's still a thing.

"...So you're learning to be a medic now, is that it?"