Transformers: Ratchet x Drift

Meditation

Drift sat in the middle of their room, legs crossed, hands up.

"Oh Primus," he chanted.

"Oh scrap." Ratchet groaned, watching his conjunx endura.

"Oh Primus," Drift continued. "Grant me peace everlasting."

"Someone grant me free of his spiritual rambling and mum-bo
Jumbo." Ratchet said.

"Oh Primus, tell me how to serve your splendor."

"Serve me some energon why don't ya?!" Ratchet yelled.

"Oh Primus, show me the right way how to live my life." Drift said.

"Don't stand in front of a gun, don't be stupid, treat your conjunx endura right!" Rathet listed.

This was always how Drift's meditation went. Him praying and Ratchet pointing out the faults in his beliefs.

Actually, Drift had become quite fond of the arrangement. Once, when he had meditated and Ratchet was busy in the medical bay, the ex-con had found his spark very wanting for the atheist comments. Just to know the one his spark desired was there.

"Oh Primus, guide me through life."

"You need a guiding hand to get out the door." Ratchet complained.

"Oh Primus, let me live as long as you can heavenly provide."

"You're not gonna live another day this way." Ratchet said.

The medic than got up to check on a patient in his med-bay.

Drift opened one eye to make sure the medic was gone.

"Primus how I love that mech!" Drift cried. "Primus, by your deepest spark, thank you for Ratchet!"

"DRIFT!" Ratchet cried from the hallway.

Scrap!

"Fine. Trained and educated doctors of the millennial, thank you for your work and in the inspiring of Ratchet." Drift said, using the atheist form of thanks.

"Better." Ratchet said.