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( I got my copy of Transformers Drift through the mailbox today :D And after I read it I couldn't help but fall in love with both Wing and Drift. This little drabble was a result... Set after Drift frees the slaves and runs into the Wreckers. Has hints of WingXDrift. )
Perceptor had realised that Drift wasn't one to collect personal effects. He had only requested a sharpening stone for his blades. Like most of the Wreckers he was curious of the large sword that hung from his back. Drift didn't talk about it, he would bottle up as soon as the Great Sword was mentioned and give it a backwards glance over his shoulder.
"It's precious to me" he had replied once "Though not as a relic, but as a reminder of how I was changed for the better."
Perceptor saw how pained Drift looked sometimes in the training room. He sometimes took the Great Sword from his back and would talk to the blade. He would occasionally run his fingers down it tenderly as if remembering something from long ago. The red science bot thought that he had heard a name being uttered, but he had had to pretend to be just walking into the room so that he wasn't caught spying.
"Hi Drift" he acknowledged inclining his helm to the white ex-Decepticon, as he came close to getting caught staring.
"Perceptor" the keeper of the Great Sword replied not bothering to look at him as he came further into the shuttles training room. "Did you need something?" he finally asked taking his optics off of his blade now resting in his lap.
"I wanted to know more about your Sword" Perceptor asked softly dropping to his knees beside Drift carefully and gazing upon the ornate blade with its glowing blue sphere in its hilt. "Kup said that it is an ancient style of weapon."
"It is." The mostly white bot said running his fingers over the blade again "It was… given to me after my lo …close friend died"
"A Decepticon friend?" Perceptor asked
"No, a neutral, A Knight" Drift said softly "I made a promise to the owner of this blade before me that I would help the slaves on that ship. He was the one who took me in, repaired me and fought for me to stay among the neutrals."
"It sounds like you were close to him. What was his designation?" Perceptor said curiously
"Wing. His name was Wing." Drift said almost longingly, lovingly, like there was something that he was trying desperately to hide "He taught me that being a Decepticon was not the way to help Cybertron. He died defending his city. He died because I couldn't protect him like he had me."
Perceptor gaped at Drift. The sphere at the hilt glowed mournfully as if the blade was grieving as well. "I cut down his murder with this blade. It satisfied my vengeance as well as its own."
"The blade is alive?" the red bot asked shuffling away nervously on his knees making Drift give out a gruff bark of amusement through his sorrows for his old friend, his old lover...
"No, but I like to think that Wing's spirit is within it" Drift said with a soft smile "Wing was ordered to stay with me at all times after all"