[ 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

Comments

[aminerproblem]

Megatron just quirks a bemused eyebrow at that. Rodimus certainly liked to be inflammatory, and he's finding himself liking the Autobot's rebellious fire. As long as it didn't get in the way of patient care.

"His vitals have stabilized. For a while, I was considering asking if you and Drift had planned anything in case he was incapacitated."

But Ratchet, unsurprisingly, turned out to be an incredible medic. His systems would almost certainly return to completely normal function soon.

[rodders]

Your eyebrows don't even compare to the not-you that's wandering around, Megatron, don't even front. The implications of what Megtron has said completely go over his helm, however, and he just looks confused.

"Planned anything?"

Yeah, someone's going to have to elaborate on that.

[aminerproblem]

"Well, yes. If he's unconscious he can't very well tell us what he wants, can he?"

He puts the datapad down. Then again, Rodimus really didn't really seem like he spent too much time contemplating his life decisions, so maybe they hadn't brought it up.

"Not that it's relevant here, he should be up fairly soon."

[rodders]

"No, I got that. But why would you assume he'd talk to me about that sort of thing?"

They're best friends, sure, but that was left to people like Chromedome and Rewind, not-- himself and Drift. Also: rude, but accurate.

"Good. That's... really good."

[aminerproblem]

"I'd assumed you two were close. Excuse me if I'm wrong."

Rodimus wouldn't leave his side for days, that seems like something far stronger than a casual friendship.

But, maybe it was. Didn't hurt to ask in the case of medical matters, though.

[rodders]

"He's my best friend," Rodimus says - hand gripping Drift's forearm briefly before he lets it fall away, fingers brushing over the plating unnecessarily. "We just haven't seen each other in months before ending up here."

Which is all he's going to say to any version of Megatron about Drift's exile and ensuing fallout. He doesn't need to know any of that, as far as Rodimus is concerned.