Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers. So, this is my second attempt at this 28 Character Meme, as Sideswipe was driving me insane. I'm doing it with a pairing this time- I reckon it's far more interesting and easy to work out, so first up- Jealous.

Drift didn't really like Tailgate.

In fact, he didn't like Tailgate at all. Not only was the young bot annoying and naïve, but when he was in the medbay…

He just got all the attention.

Not just Ratchet's. Every single bot in the medbay, be it First Aid, Rewind, or even Rodimus, gave Tailgate their full attention.

And Drift was jealous.

He didn't like to admit it at first. It didn't seem right to be jealous of someone he didn't even consider a rival.

But he'd finally snapped when Tailgate walked into the medbay that morning, when he and Ratchet had been having a conversation. Ratchet had turned to greet Tailgate, and Drift had simply glared at the blue mech and stalked away, doubting that anyone had even noticed him.

It was early afternoon now, and Tailgate had left.

Drift, seething on the inside, approached Ratchet, hands on his hips.

"Ratchet!"

The medic turned, somewhat surprised to see his lover looking so furious.

"Drift… what's the matter?"

Drift folded his arms across his chest, tears stinging his optics. He fought them back and glared at Ratchet.

"Tailgate!" he shouted. "Tailgate's the matter!"

"I don't-"

"Every single time!"

Ratchet took a step back, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Drift- what do you mean?"

Drift took a sharp intake, and promptly burst into tears.

"Every time he comes here… you all give him your attention! This morning! You just- you just completely forgot about me, and…"

Ratchet took Drift into his arms as the younger mech's words broke off into sobbing.

"Drift," he finally said. "So it's about the attention?"

Drift nodded, burying his helm in Ratchet's chest plate.

Ratchet sighed, and held him at an arm's length, a small smile breaking over his face.

"Drift, how do I tell you this… The thing with Tailgate, is that- he's so ticklish, he needs all of us to hold him down. If I even barely brush against him, he starts giggling like, well, Tailgate."

Drift folded his arms again, glaring up at Ratchet through his tears.

"I don't believe you," he stated.

"Oh really?" asked Ratchet, and grabbed Drift's wrists with one hand, pinning them behind his back, and slipping his other hand down Drift's side.

"Ratchet! What- arrgh! Ratchet!"

The medic found himself laughing alongside his lover, while still tickling him non-stop.

"Please… Stop! No- Stop it!"

Ratchet traced his fingers along Drift's underarms, causing him to drop to his knees, shaking with laughter.

"Nope," he refused, as the swordsmech gasped for breath, tears running down his face.

"Okay- what- stop it- what do you want?!"

Ratchet continued tickling Drift as he pretended to think over it.

"Acceptance," he finally said.

Drift choked on a giggle, and attempted to push his hands away.

"Okay, okay."

"Say it."

"I believe you! I BELIEVE YOU!"