AN: Well, I started watching the new 2015 Transformers: Robots in Disguise (aka RiD2015) and absolutely fell in love with it. Now I know some people hate it since it isn't as dramatic as its predecessor Transformers: Prime, but I quite enjoy the light humor it. It's so cute and hilarious I just can't stand it!

My favorite out of all the bots on the show is definitely Drift, along with his minicons Slipstream and Jetstorm. I just love his stoic attitude and the fact he's a samurai who actually follows an honor code. So, yep, I'm crushing on him and he'll be the center of all these little one-shot shenanigans. But don't worry, the other bots will be present!

Enjoy~

You walk through the gates of the junkyard solemnly, dragging your feet and huffing like you'd just ran a mile. Passing Strongarm and Drift who are staring at you with concern, you throw yourself into the nearest chair and whine out loud. You might just cry today...Might.

"Are you okay, (YN)?" Strongarm asks, setting one hand on her hip.

"Nooo," you cry.

"What's the matter?" Drift says lowering himself to your level. Slipstream and Jetstorm approach your group after hearing their Master's voice and add to the collection of worried faces around you.

"I...I...ugh, it's so horrible! I've tried my best and I just can't do it!" You look up to their blank stares and remember you haven't told them your struggle in school and know you must explain. "I failed my chemistry test," you admit, hiding your wet face in your hand. "I'm failing the whole class!"

Sliptream and Jetstorm both gasp. "A failure! Oh no, that is not good."

"I know. I just don't understand the material and my teacher doesn't have time to help me after class." You throw your hands into the air. "I'm so stupid!"

"No, child," Drift assures you. "You are not stupid. I have seen you accomplish many great things. One should not be judged on his or her ability in one single subject."

"You were smart enough to help Denny and Fix-It finish up those Decepticon hunters!" Strongarm chimes. "You just need to work extra hard in class and read over your rules- I mean, notes, to understand them. You see I study my rules and regulations all the time to become the best officer out there."

You still frown in a pout and shake your head. She just doesn't understand that these aren't rules to read and remember. This is chemistry! A whole science that requires understanding of what's going on in the world.

"May I suggest something?" Slipstream asks.

"Sure," you say with a sniffle.

"Well, when I don't understand something, I have my Master Drift to ask." He looks behind him to smile at Drift who gives a slight nod. "He teaches me and Jetstorm everything we need to know. So, maybe, you can find a Sensei to teach you chemistry."

You raise your head and smile slightly. That is a great idea. After all, if your school teacher can't help you, there's surely someone out there nearby who can. "Hey, that's not a bad idea," you say leaning up in your chair. "Thanks!"

He gives you a bow and you hear the whir of wheels coming down from the base of the Alchemor. "Do I hear someone in need of teaching?" It's Fix-It, rolling up with a delighted smile on his face. "I have quite an avid understanding of chemistry if I do say so myself!"

"Oh, no," you whisper with a light giggle. Fix-It always takes things a little too far.

"The organic chemistry on this planet is amazing. Uh, too bad you guys haven't brought me a sample of anything yet, though. Anyways! I'm a caretaker bot, and that includes teaching ruth-booth-youth! like you. What do you need help on?"

You gaze off as he begins a long...long list of chemistry lessons you've been through and ones you've never even heard of and are pretty sure have not even been discovered by mankind yet. A look of regret drops onto your face and you stare at Drift and Strongarm, mouthing the word "help". You slowly sit up in your chair and begin to back away from Fix-It who's looking down at his three "fingered hands" to count the number of particles there are in the universe. You and all of the bots begin to back away slowly, leaving him to continue on his own.

An hour or so later Fix-It looks up to a dust bunny rolling across the junk yard with neither a bot nor human in sight. "Huh. Must have gone off to get me some samples."