TF: Training

[wildernesstales]

Series: G1
Rating: PG
Pairings: Drift/Perceptor
Summary: After that near miss, Perceptor changes himself.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer:  As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Author's Notes:  Written for crazedwolf  by request over here. 
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno. 

 

The swordsmech wasn’t exactly known for his sweet nature, yet Perceptor found him intriguing.  More intriguing than perhaps he should.  After Drift had rescued him, he had felt indebted to the mech.  Yet Drift had just shrugged off his praise.  Drift was the only one who didn’t seem affected by his drastic rebuild.
And Drift was prepared to help him train, learn how to defend himself.  Learn how to be useful.

It was at the end of a hard training session, when he was sitting on the floor, vents heaving, plating scratched and dented that Drift’s hand on his shoulder just seemed to make everything worthwhile.
That and the small smile Drift bestowed on him.
 

 

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