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CrossDrift Drabbles Vol. 4CrossDrift Drabbles Vol. 4 by FunkyK38
“Tess, your boyfriend has such gorgeous cars!” Crosshairs struggled to keep his engine quiet as one of Tessa’s friends worked a sponge up his hood, scrubbing at the few spots of mud Shane had managed to splatter on. The girls were raising money for something called a ‘sorority’ by holding a car wash, and Shane had driven Crosshairs up to meet Tessa and Drift at school. Drift was parked a few feet away, getting rinsed by a few other girls, his finish sparkling in the afternoon sun.
“Does he get these from his racing?” The second girl who was working on Crosshairs had started drawing on his windows, and he realized it was a bar of soap she was writing with as the first girl came behind her with the sponge. Tessa stood from where she was knelt down to Drift, wiping his mirrors clean.
“They were a gift from his team, I think.” There were a few other cars in the lot, but none of them looked as flashy as Crosshairs and Dr
CrossDrift Drabbles Vol. 3CrossDrift Drabbles Vol. 3 by FunkyK38
They started with the flashes. Then the all-too-familiar bangs. But it was always the symphony of screams, the languished cries, the air filled with sorrow and pain that was enough to pull Drift from the heaviest recharge, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.
That night had started out peacefully enough, but then they had started and Drift was only now coming out of it. He sat up, still shaking, struggling to keep from purging his tanks into the bin next to their berth. Swinging his legs over the edge of their berth, Drift rested his elbow joints on his knees and buried his face in his hands, pressing into his optics, trying to rid himself of the images that had haunted his recharge.
Moments passed before he actually registered the feeling of a hand on his shoulder, rubbing slowly, and he glanced to his left to see Crosshairs watching him, concern playing in his optics. The paratrooper took the samurai in his arms, rubbing his back gently, trying to ease the shakes that
CrossDrift Drabbles Vol. 2CrossDrift Drabbles Vol. 2 by FunkyK38
“It’s too fraggin’ early for these shifts.” Crosshairs stretched and held the barn door open for Bumblebee as they came back from their morning patrols. It was bad enough that he had to go out this early in the morning to patrol for things that weren’t there, but Hound had to go and make it worse by teaming him up with Bumblebee, who blasted his music over their comm channel to keep Crosshairs awake.
But it was finally over. Now he was free to head out and look for-
Crosshairs stopped in front of their space as he found Drift in the same place he’d left him earlier- huddled up in their berth, all the covers pulled tightly around him. If it had been anyone else, Crosshairs would have waved it off and left. But Drift wasn’t ‘anyone else.’ He never slept in this late. Never.
Carefully, Crosshairs crawled onto their berth, pulling the covers back slowly. Drift shuddered hard as he pressed his face to the samurai’s
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