Disclaimer: What I usually say.

So, I chose to try this 50 Sentence thing, and it happens that it was originally going to be about Drift and Ratchet- but then some twisted part of my brain punched Ratchet away and replaced him with Rodimus... and so here comes trouble. Anyways, leave a review!

Comfort

Rodimus had never been good at comfort, which was why he was forced to stand and watch Drift cry over some aspect of his obscure past- and it wasn't much better when their roles were reversed, when Rodimus finally broke under the pressure of captaining a spaceship.

Kiss

When Drift cuddled up to him like that, he simply couldn't resist kissing him like there was no tomorrow.

Soft

"It's alright," he whispered softly, although both parties knew that everything would never be alright again.

Pain

It was alright- no more fighting, no more Deadlock; they physical pain was gone... but he couldn't evade the haunting memories.

Potatoes

Drift launched a potato at Rodimus, and yelped when the Captain threw it right back at him.

Rain

Drift felt the rain pelt down on his back, as he lay on the ground, beside his Captain's grave.

Chocolate

Only Drift could match Jazz's cooking abilities; from cookies to pizza, from ice-cream to high-grade, they'd competed... until Drift invented chocolate.

Happiness

There was something happy in the tears that ran down Drift's face, as he held the little sparkling close.

Telephone

Drift and Rodimus's attempt at using a telephone failed, as they found that the system conveniently tuned into a somewhat sappy comm link conversation Chromedome and Rewind were engaging in- and to this day, they still couldn't look at the other couple the same.

Ears

It was common knowledge that Cybertronians didn't have ears (with the exception of petro-rabbits), but that didn't stop Rodimus dressing up as the Easter Bunny for Halloween.

Name

Deadlock, Drift; Hot Rod, Rodimus- it didn't matter; names couldn't stop them being who they were.

Sensual

There was a physical side to their emotions.

Death

It hurt him to the deepest caverns of his spark, but he knew that Drift was finally free.

Sex

Drift felt that he could never glance at his interface cables again- but Rodimus and his gentle, loving touches knew just how to turn that back.

Touch

As he lay in the berth, enclosed in the arms of his lover, Drift found that Rodimus had quite the touch.

Weakness

Drift was Rodimus's weakness- and that proved to be even more so, under the capture of the Decepticons.

Tears

Tears ran down Drift's face as he broke the news to Rodimus that their sparkling was no more- he'd taken a shot for his bondmate; and what made it even more tragic was that Drift knew that Rodimus would gladly do the same for him.

Speed

Two racecars zoomed past the medbay, where Ratchet was muttering that he 'thought Blurr was bad'.

Wind

Rodimus loved to feel the wind, and kept on doing so, despite Drift's worry that it would kill him someday.

Freedom

'Freedom is the right of all sentient beings'- but Drift found no freedom in the chains that bound him to Megatron's berth, and his rank; thankfully, it was an entirely different matter with Rodimus.

Life

Life was a fragile thing, Drift had realised, as he stood over the corpse of Gasket- and then Wing- and now Rodimus.

Jealousy

Rodimus felt himself pulling away from Ratchet, as an invisible force had demanded that Drift run to the medic for comfort, instead of the Captain- who lived in a world of regret, remorse that he'd cast his 'best friend' out.

Hands

Crimson and onyx would never let go.

Taste

Upon being asked how it felt, Drift's reply was one word- "Yummy."

Devotion

Drift was always making little presents for Rodimus, despite the other's insistence that it wasn't necessary, and that he was trying too hard.

Forever

"Love you," he said, and the words stayed with Drift forever.

Blood

Rodimus knew that Drift was offline, and it hit him hard- but the sight of all the blood simply made it worse by tenfold.

Sickness

Rodimus hated to see Drift sick like that, lying weak on the medberth as every breath cost him every effort.

Melody

Give Drift an instrument, and he'd play a tune as bright as the morning sunlight and as sweet as the love Rodimus sent him every day.

Star

"You're my shining star," he whispered, "No matter what happens; no matter what others say; no matter what fate decides... you'll always be my beautiful, shining star."

Home

Rodimus sometimes wondered what he really considered his home; his life so far had been mostly fighting and war, and he'd never really had a place to call home... but before he could think too deeply or regretfully, a certain spark of sunshine would randomly plonk himself into his lap, and Rodimus would make up his mind that his home was wherever Drift was.

Confusion

Whenever Drift succumbed to the confusion of his life- switching factions, fighting battles, and simply being on the Lost Light, Rodimus was always there to pull him out with a kiss and an embrace.

Fear

Rodimus would often tuck Drift into his berth, only to be woken a few minutes later by a piteous sobbing that almost demanded one to kiss and cuddle the poor thing.

Lightning/Thunder

Who would've thought that Rodimus was afraid of thunderstorms? mused Drift, before realising that he was terrified himself.

Bonds

"Mine," smirked Rodimus, tying Drift's hands behind his back.

Market

Rodimus handed the stallkeeper the credits, guided Drift away, and snapped open the chains.

Technology

Perceptor found it annoying that Hot Rod couldn't spend a minute in his lab without detonating something- and Ratchet found that Rodimus wasn't much better... particularly with Drift at his side.

Gift

"This gift... Rodimus, it's unnecessary... you've already given me more than I couldn've asked for... ever."

Smile

At the end of every day, Rodimus would tell Drift a joke- just to make sure he would get his daily dose of happiness.

Innocence

There was a great difference between the Drift that had taken off on the Lost Light, and the Drift who had spent a month on the journey.

Completion

As they disembarked from the Lost Light, Drift and Rodimus shared their thoughts on how ridiculously dangerous, amusing and romantic the past few years had been.

Clouds

"That one's shaped like a heart... wait, remind me what a heart is again?"

Sky

Drift feared the day Rodimus would disappear into the sky- but he found comfort in the fact that he'd soon follow.

Heaven

Every single moment he spent with Rodimus was heaven to him.

Hell

He couldn't stand living without Drift- it was living hell.

Sun

Drift mused that, when they were lying in their berth together after a particularly wild round of interfacing, Rodimus's optics glowed like the Sun.

Moon

But he could also be as submissive as the moon to the morning.

Waves

The waves of energon he was forced to bring up would be worth it for the sparkling.

Hair

Rodimus often spent long hours at his table, wondering why organics often were covered in a strange substance known as hair, while Drift sat beside him, blabbering on and on and on about whatever had happened that day; and when Rodimus made the mistake of telling him what he had on his mind, Drift had executed a perfect answer, much to his annoyance.

Supernova

As their lives terminated, two cerulean sparks rose into the air, and disintegrated as one.