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Description
How we met - A MTMTE/AU Knightformers tale

Chapter Four
Pairings - DriftxRodimus
Rating for this chapter - K+
Warnings so far - Drift taking a bath

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Key
Stellar cycle - one year
Sol - day
Orbital cycle - month
Vorn - 83 years
Click - one minute
Nano-Click - one second
Six vorns old in cybertronian years - 16 years old in human years

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With most of his body submerged in hot cleansing oil, Drift blew some frustrated bubbles and glared into space. The warm oil was hotter than he was used to but it actually helped him calm down. It wouldn't surprise him if his anger was heating the very body of liquid he occupied. At least his surroundings were relaxing in their strange way. The bathing room was pale blue colour that also aided his mediation and there was even some scented crystal flowers that reminded him of home. His armour and cloak hung from a rack nearby after he quickly washed them. All of the filth was now gone and they sparkled with cleanliness. He ignored his sensei, whom was talking to him from another room and telling him not to be so upset after what just happened, in fact he found it rather amusing. Drift just huffed. How could he not be upset? How could his sensei just act like it was no big deal?

He had a fight with a Prime. He had a fight with a Prime he was supposed to be friends with. Not only did he throw a Prime into a pile of junk earlier on back at the docks but he also tackled another Prime into the mulch. If this had been a few million vorns ago his hands would have been chopped off and his optics ripped out. For someone like himself to do such a thing with a Prime was unforgivable.

So far his first day in Iaconia was not turning out to be that great. He got seasick on the way over, found out he was going to be stuck there for two stellar cycles, got groped by a drunk, mistook a handshake for an invite for a spar, pretty much made himself look like an idiot before the second born Prime, got belittled by some rude vice-commander and then got into a fight with the one he was supposed to be friends with. He still remembered how embarrassed he was after getting discovered.

Sentinel Prime screamed at the pair of them, telling Drift that this was not what he expected from someone from such a respected land and telling Rodimus that this was not how a young Prime was supposed to behave. Before he could even defend himself and put the blame on the young Prime he then got dragged away from the courtyard by Ultra Magnus, carried through some corridors and hallways and was suddenly dumped in a strange looking cleaning room where Master Axe eventually came to explain how to use it.

This had to be the worst day in his life. All he wanted was so to back home. He wanted to erase this day from his mind and never remember it ever again.

"I have to admit Drift, I never thought I would live to see the day when you actually acted your age!"

"Mechs my age don't mess around in the mud," grumbled Drift, sinking his head lower into the water.

"Actually they do Drift, you're just trying to act like an adult."

"I'm almost six vorns, I let my guard down and acted like a child."

"When I was your age I climbed trees and swam in lakes. You've never done any of those things when you were four vorns old."

"Maybe because I do not wish to."

"Wish to act like a child? Even we adults want to return to our childhood, there's no shame in it."

Drift ignored him and allowed himself to sink into the hot oil until everything around became silent. Thankfully his sensei had failed to notice that his student could no longer hear him and continued to lecture the young mech. Completely submerged in the warmth of the soothing liquid he tried to clear his troubled mind but was finding it difficult.

Why couldn't he forget? The way he laughed. The way he held him. The way he treated him. It was all so weird...yet he liked it. Why did he liked it? Why was this Rodimus so strange?

Optimus Prime was strange and so was Ultra Magnus. Nothing like what he had anticipated after hearing the stories from his elders. Sentinel Prime was strange too. So complex and someone who clearly only thought of himself. Everyone in Iaconia was strange to him. The way they walked and talked, even their smell was weird. Yet this Prime...this young mech was so different compared to the rest of them. What made this young Prime stand out from them? What made Rodimus Prime unique compared to the rest of them?

He was pretty yes but Drift wasn't the type who would go for looks alone. Plus he really wasn't his type after what had just happened, Drift preferred either mechs or femmes that acted mature. His personality was bizarre too and something like that always put the white armoured mech off. So how the frag did he managed to get him wrestle in the mud? What made him lose his cool? How the frag did he managed to get him to tickle fight? Why couldn't he get him out of his head?

Why?

Why?

A sudden tap on his head made him rise up from the warm oil. Looking up he found Master Axe stood by the bathtub with a towel ready, his lips forming a tired frown. "What have I told you about ignoring me?" he grumbled, ushering Drift to exit the tub.

Drift sighed as he climbed out and allowed his sensei to wrap the towel around his sleek body. "Iaconian baths are weird," he mumbled.

"Don't change the subject."

"But they are!"

Master Axe sighed as he stepped out to allow Drift some privacy, the young mech quickly drying himself. The young mech wasn't used to such a weird bath style that the people of Iaconia used. Who ever heard of soaking in hot cleansing oil with the soap? You were supposed to soak then scrub yourself clean with soap. Once he was dry he began to apply his already dry and clean armour. "Are you planning to stay?" asked Master Axe, "Have you made your decision?"

"I only have one set of armour!" replied Drift.

"They can provide you with some."

"I'm not going to wear their bulky junk!"

"Then I can have your spare ones shipped over."

"I haven't decided yet."

"To stay you mean?"

"Everything!"

Drift suddenly marched out of the bathroom, mostly dressed and collapsed on the weird berth in a huff. He was trying desperately not to sulk but not even his optic shields could hold back his frustrated tears. He hated this. He had come here hoping to impress the great Primes but because of some silly fight he got into with a young Prime he disgraced himself before those with the blood of Primus. Now he just wanted to go home and forget this whole ordeal ever happened. He didn't care if they would laugh, he just wanted to return home.

Master Axe sighed and sat nearby, patting the young mech on the back. Drift was still young, though the youngster refused to admit it. All he could do was try to resolve the situation before it could get any worse. "What's wrong Drift? I thought this would make you happy."

Drift moaned against the sheets. "I don't know," he mumbled.

The black armoured mech sighed as he continued to pat his student on the back. "Though you act like an adult, you forget that you lack the wisdom that comes with age. All of this was suddenly dropped onto you because we all believed that you could handle it. Yet it would seem that we forgot that you are still young."

Drift huffed. "I'm nearly six vorns," was his argument.

"I've seen young mechs who have passed their six vorn play in the forests of our land and build castles of sand on our beaches. Just because you believe in your mind that being a certain age requires a suitable behaviour does not mean it can hide what you truly yearn to be inside."

Drift peeped up. "What does that mean?"

Master Axe chuckled. "I'm saying Drift that maybe...you still want to be a child and maybe it was the young Prime who managed to force it out of you." The young mech pondered this. He had never acted like this until he met Rodimus Prime. Back home everyone behaved in a respected manner and no one ever forced others into a tickle-mulch fight. It was the first time he had ever met someone like the young Prime thus explaining why he suddenly acted like the way he did before. Rodimus Prime clearly took him by surprise and he was caught off guard. Well not again. He wasn't going to let the young Prime make a fool put of him.

His sensei gave him one final pat before standing up. "Now hurry up and get ready Drift. We're expected for dinner with the Primes tonight."

"All of them?" asked Drift, sitting up in a panic. "Are they all going to be there?" The last thing he wanted was to sit across from Nominus Prime after learning that he fought with his youngest son. He didn't even wish to face Sentinel again, nor Optimus and he most certainly did not want to see that Rodimus again until the next sol.

Master Axe chuckled as he pulled Drift off the berth. "No, Nominus Prime won't be attending the evening meal with us. He rarely attends any meals even with his own sons. Even if they are with guests he rarely attends. No, it will just be you and me and the three Prime's you've already met."

Drift responded with an "oh," and quickly got himself changed into his clean armour. Although he was thankful that the ruling Prime wasn't going to be with them he still wasn't looking forward to sitting with the young Prime, who made a fool out of him. This was also an opportunity to regain his dignity before the older Primes. Optimus might be willing to forgive him but he wasn't so sure about that Sentinel. If Optimus had not been there in that courtyard Sentinel would have ripped his head off or something. This was his chance to earn their forgiveness, to redeem himself in their optics. He could only hope that Rodimus wouldn't ruin it. He already found he disliked the young Prime.

TBC

Description
How we met - A MTMTE/AU Knightformers tale

Chapter Four
Pairings - DriftxRodimus
Rating for this chapter - K+
Warnings so far - Drift taking a bath

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Key
Stellar cycle - one year
Sol - day
Orbital cycle - month
Vorn - 83 years
Click - one minute
Nano-Click - one second
Six vorns old in cybertronian years - 16 years old in human years

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With most of his body submerged in hot cleansing oil, Drift blew some frustrated bubbles and glared into space. The warm oil was hotter than he was used to but it actually helped him calm down. It wouldn't surprise him if his anger was heating the very body of liquid he occupied. At least his surroundings were relaxing in their strange way. The bathing room was pale blue colour that also aided his mediation and there was even some scented crystal flowers that reminded him of home. His armour and cloak hung from a rack nearby after he quickly washed them. All of the filth was now gone and they sparkled with cleanliness. He ignored his sensei, whom was talking to him from another room and telling him not to be so upset after what just happened, in fact he found it rather amusing. Drift just huffed. How could he not be upset? How could his sensei just act like it was no big deal?

He had a fight with a Prime. He had a fight with a Prime he was supposed to be friends with. Not only did he throw a Prime into a pile of junk earlier on back at the docks but he also tackled another Prime into the mulch. If this had been a few million vorns ago his hands would have been chopped off and his optics ripped out. For someone like himself to do such a thing with a Prime was unforgivable.

So far his first day in Iaconia was not turning out to be that great. He got seasick on the way over, found out he was going to be stuck there for two stellar cycles, got groped by a drunk, mistook a handshake for an invite for a spar, pretty much made himself look like an idiot before the second born Prime, got belittled by some rude vice-commander and then got into a fight with the one he was supposed to be friends with. He still remembered how embarrassed he was after getting discovered.

Sentinel Prime screamed at the pair of them, telling Drift that this was not what he expected from someone from such a respected land and telling Rodimus that this was not how a young Prime was supposed to behave. Before he could even defend himself and put the blame on the young Prime he then got dragged away from the courtyard by Ultra Magnus, carried through some corridors and hallways and was suddenly dumped in a strange looking cleaning room where Master Axe eventually came to explain how to use it.

This had to be the worst day in his life. All he wanted was so to back home. He wanted to erase this day from his mind and never remember it ever again.

"I have to admit Drift, I never thought I would live to see the day when you actually acted your age!"

"Mechs my age don't mess around in the mud," grumbled Drift, sinking his head lower into the water.

"Actually they do Drift, you're just trying to act like an adult."

"I'm almost six vorns, I let my guard down and acted like a child."

"When I was your age I climbed trees and swam in lakes. You've never done any of those things when you were four vorns old."

"Maybe because I do not wish to."

"Wish to act like a child? Even we adults want to return to our childhood, there's no shame in it."

Drift ignored him and allowed himself to sink into the hot oil until everything around became silent. Thankfully his sensei had failed to notice that his student could no longer hear him and continued to lecture the young mech. Completely submerged in the warmth of the soothing liquid he tried to clear his troubled mind but was finding it difficult.

Why couldn't he forget? The way he laughed. The way he held him. The way he treated him. It was all so weird...yet he liked it. Why did he liked it? Why was this Rodimus so strange?

Optimus Prime was strange and so was Ultra Magnus. Nothing like what he had anticipated after hearing the stories from his elders. Sentinel Prime was strange too. So complex and someone who clearly only thought of himself. Everyone in Iaconia was strange to him. The way they walked and talked, even their smell was weird. Yet this Prime...this young mech was so different compared to the rest of them. What made this young Prime stand out from them? What made Rodimus Prime unique compared to the rest of them?

He was pretty yes but Drift wasn't the type who would go for looks alone. Plus he really wasn't his type after what had just happened, Drift preferred either mechs or femmes that acted mature. His personality was bizarre too and something like that always put the white armoured mech off. So how the frag did he managed to get him wrestle in the mud? What made him lose his cool? How the frag did he managed to get him to tickle fight? Why couldn't he get him out of his head?

Why?

Why?

A sudden tap on his head made him rise up from the warm oil. Looking up he found Master Axe stood by the bathtub with a towel ready, his lips forming a tired frown. "What have I told you about ignoring me?" he grumbled, ushering Drift to exit the tub.

Drift sighed as he climbed out and allowed his sensei to wrap the towel around his sleek body. "Iaconian baths are weird," he mumbled.

"Don't change the subject."

"But they are!"

Master Axe sighed as he stepped out to allow Drift some privacy, the young mech quickly drying himself. The young mech wasn't used to such a weird bath style that the people of Iaconia used. Who ever heard of soaking in hot cleansing oil with the soap? You were supposed to soak then scrub yourself clean with soap. Once he was dry he began to apply his already dry and clean armour. "Are you planning to stay?" asked Master Axe, "Have you made your decision?"

"I only have one set of armour!" replied Drift.

"They can provide you with some."

"I'm not going to wear their bulky junk!"

"Then I can have your spare ones shipped over."

"I haven't decided yet."

"To stay you mean?"

"Everything!"

Drift suddenly marched out of the bathroom, mostly dressed and collapsed on the weird berth in a huff. He was trying desperately not to sulk but not even his optic shields could hold back his frustrated tears. He hated this. He had come here hoping to impress the great Primes but because of some silly fight he got into with a young Prime he disgraced himself before those with the blood of Primus. Now he just wanted to go home and forget this whole ordeal ever happened. He didn't care if they would laugh, he just wanted to return home.

Master Axe sighed and sat nearby, patting the young mech on the back. Drift was still young, though the youngster refused to admit it. All he could do was try to resolve the situation before it could get any worse. "What's wrong Drift? I thought this would make you happy."

Drift moaned against the sheets. "I don't know," he mumbled.

The black armoured mech sighed as he continued to pat his student on the back. "Though you act like an adult, you forget that you lack the wisdom that comes with age. All of this was suddenly dropped onto you because we all believed that you could handle it. Yet it would seem that we forgot that you are still young."

Drift huffed. "I'm nearly six vorns," was his argument.

"I've seen young mechs who have passed their six vorn play in the forests of our land and build castles of sand on our beaches. Just because you believe in your mind that being a certain age requires a suitable behaviour does not mean it can hide what you truly yearn to be inside."

Drift peeped up. "What does that mean?"

Master Axe chuckled. "I'm saying Drift that maybe...you still want to be a child and maybe it was the young Prime who managed to force it out of you." The young mech pondered this. He had never acted like this until he met Rodimus Prime. Back home everyone behaved in a respected manner and no one ever forced others into a tickle-mulch fight. It was the first time he had ever met someone like the young Prime thus explaining why he suddenly acted like the way he did before. Rodimus Prime clearly took him by surprise and he was caught off guard. Well not again. He wasn't going to let the young Prime make a fool put of him.

His sensei gave him one final pat before standing up. "Now hurry up and get ready Drift. We're expected for dinner with the Primes tonight."

"All of them?" asked Drift, sitting up in a panic. "Are they all going to be there?" The last thing he wanted was to sit across from Nominus Prime after learning that he fought with his youngest son. He didn't even wish to face Sentinel again, nor Optimus and he most certainly did not want to see that Rodimus again until the next sol.

Master Axe chuckled as he pulled Drift off the berth. "No, Nominus Prime won't be attending the evening meal with us. He rarely attends any meals even with his own sons. Even if they are with guests he rarely attends. No, it will just be you and me and the three Prime's you've already met."

Drift responded with an "oh," and quickly got himself changed into his clean armour. Although he was thankful that the ruling Prime wasn't going to be with them he still wasn't looking forward to sitting with the young Prime, who made a fool out of him. This was also an opportunity to regain his dignity before the older Primes. Optimus might be willing to forgive him but he wasn't so sure about that Sentinel. If Optimus had not been there in that courtyard Sentinel would have ripped his head off or something. This was his chance to earn their forgiveness, to redeem himself in their optics. He could only hope that Rodimus wouldn't ruin it. He already found he disliked the young Prime.

TBC