Transformers: One Shots

Bayverse!Drift x Depressed!Femme!Reader

{Requested}

{Song Above: Can't Help Falling In Love}

The hot desert sun pounded on top of all of you like mountains. Even for the Autobots it was hard to breath from the humidity. It felt like your metal was melting by the minute.

You took a deep breath as you used Crosshairs's little fan invention just for you, since you wouldn't stop asking him. And it's not like he had anything better to do, so what the hell?

Even with the fan, all it did was blow more steaming hot air onto you. What a useless attempt.

You tossed the fan towards the baby dinobots, who all jumped and snapped or roared at you, and began to walk around.

With Drift meditating, Hound and Crosshairs fighting (again), Bee hanging with Cade, and the dinobots doing whatever the hell they do, you were left alone and very, very bored. You would occasionally here a threat here and there from the others, sometimes Cade.

After a moment you looked up at the sky to see where the sun was. Finally, after noon. It wouldn't be so hot after a while.

"Butterfly," you whipped around and yelled seeing Drift suddenly so close. "Do not fret! It is only I!"

You took a deep breath, servo over your spark. "Damnit, Drift! I almost had a spark attack!"

"My apologies," he said as if he was a sparkling caught in some mischief. "I was wondering if you and I could have a chat?"

You frowned, gulping a little. The anxiety slightly rose. "What kind of 'chat'?" You asked cautiously.

"A chat about," he gestured to your body. "Your personal care. You have grown quite... ah, unkept since we traveled here."

You sighed, knowing he was right. You just didn't see the point of taking care of yourself when you all were stranded here. You were all alone, always fighting, always arguing, and so much harm being done than good. You were tired of it. Your metal was dusty and the sand had stretched your paint.

You took a deep breath. "What about it, Drift? There's no point in it anymore. We'll be living here for the rest of our lives, you know?"

Drift slowly shook his head. "But, little dove," he started calmly. "Calm comes before the storm. Yet becoming a storm within the calm is just as bad."

You scrunched up your face slightly. "Come on, Drift. You're exaggerating."

Drift laid a servo on your shoulder. "Perhaps, but exaggeration helps you see the changes being done to the world around you, as well as yourself."

"I," you paused, not knowing what to say. In his own little twisted way, he was right. And it was sad. "Drift just leave me out."

As you turned, Drift took your servo in his. "Little dove," he said calmly. "When there is a storm, there is sunlight. It cleanses the area with warmth and relief. Please," he tightened his grip on your servo. "Allow me to be your sunlight. Let me help you."

You studied him. There was not one speck of hesitation, not a glimpse of a joke in his facial features. He was serious.

You frowned, thinking this was pointless. But you knew the ex-'Con well. He wouldn't give up if he thought it was right, better yet if he knew it was. And in his optics you could see the determination. He wasn't going to take 'no' or anything related to such as an answer.

You sighed and turned back to him. "Fine," he said calmly. "You can be the sunlight."

Drift smiled softly and took your other servo in his. "Then on this day forward," he started. "I shall cleanse you from darkness, and help you shine once more from this dreadful storm."

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It is currently almost 1:30AM. Thanks for reading. This is kind of garbage but you know, most of my works are.

-KillerKamen