A/N: Oh yeah! Here's another song drabble. I hope you all like it. Let me know what you think! R&R. Enjoy!

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Drift/Crosshairs

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"Silent love is calling faith

To shatter me through your hallways

Into echoes you can

And rehearse the way you feel

High on words we almost used

We're fireworks with a wet fuse

Flying planes with paper wheels

To the same Achilles heels

Make them dance

Just like you

'Case you make me move

Yeah you always make me go

I'll run away with your footsteps

I'll build a city that dreams for two

And if you lose yourself

I will find you"

By Zedd featuring Matthew Koma and Miriam Bryant

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"Crosshairs," Drift called to him.

He watched as the paratroopers form stiffened ever so slightly. Anyone else aside from him – and perhaps maybe Optimus – would not have caught the movement. However, Drift had known Crosshairs for many, many years and had been his partner in combat for just as long. Ever observant and calm, there was little that escaped Drift's detection.

"How did ya find me?" Crosshairs asked him, not turning around to look at him.

That was okay. Drift knew Crosshairs well. It wasn't that he was being disrespectful or angry at Drift by not facing him; it was just that he was afraid what he would be met with. Yes, even Crosshairs, maniac paratrooper of the Autobots, felt fear. All beings felt fear; it was as natural to the circle of life as was death. However, it wasn't often Crosshairs felt that way and especially not in Drift's presence unless something was very wrong. And it was fear of Dreadlock he was expressing either, that Drift knew well. It was fear that he had severely disappointed or upset Drift, or perhaps had even caused him injury that made Crosshairs act this way. Given light of the recent events, Drift could understand.

"I know you well. It was not hard to conclude where you might go," Drift replied as he sat down on the ground beside his fellow Autobot.

"But Ah went somewhere different this time," Crosshairs mumbled, his green optics focused on the water in the lake that sat before them. Its waters gently lapped at the sandy shore and made the atmosphere calm and peaceful.

"That I know, too, but like I said before, I know you well," Drift said.

"You always think you can find me anywhere," Crosshairs said, and it would have sounded much like his usual retorts except that there was no heat to it, no lure for someone to take the bait.

"I can. I will find you anywhere," Drift told him and stared at him. "Have you not realized this yet after all this time?"

Silence fell upon them and Drift knew that Crosshairs was thinking. He also knew how hard it was for the paratrooper to talk about his feelings or what was bothering him. Despite how he appeared and acted, more got to Crosshairs than people knew. That was part of the reason why he was always ready with a sharp reply or comment. It was easy for people like Crosshairs to hide behind words and use them as daggers. However, that didn't mean that they still did not feel. Things got to people like Crosshairs just like they got to people like Drift, the ones who weren't afraid to be open about discussion about feelings or emotions.

But this wasn't a normal situation. Two days ago, a horde of former CIA agents had attacked the newly restored Yeager farm. As per instructed by Optimus before he departed, the Autobots had defended the Yeager family and, naturally, had received assistance from them as well. That didn't mean that the battle wasn't hard to difficult. Somehow, these rogue agents had still managed to hold onto their equipment and weaponry that allowed them to dispose of Autobots so effectively.

Crosshairs had been careless and had acted recklessly, Drift would readily admit that. He had charged into battle before alerting the rest of the Autobots and had attacked the rogue CIA agents. They had been thoroughly trained, naturally, and had been ready for him. Unfortunately, Crosshairs had been injured – he had almost lost both of his legs due to their missiles and his spark had almost been hit as well, which would have ended his life – and that had greatly upset Drift. He knew that Crosshairs could be reckless and careless, but he had thought that he would have been more careful.

After the battle was fought and won – the agents really hadn't stood a chance, even with all of their weapons and technologies – Drift had still been quite angry at Crosshairs. He regrets that he had unleashed his fury now, but at the time, he had not thought of it and had nearly gone into his Dreadlock mode. Looking back on it now, he could see that that had frightened Crosshairs a bit, not enough for him to be in constant fear of Drift, but it was still enough. Unable to handle the situation well, and not knowing what else to do, Crosshairs ran off. Once Drift had calmed down – after about an hour or so – he went after Crosshairs, regretting his anger and his harsh words.

And now, here they were.

"Ah…Ah didn't think you'd want t'," Crosshairs admitted finally, still gazing at the gently lapping waters of the lake.

"Crosshairs," Drift began but he was cut off.

"Ah mean…everything you said was right. Ah was being a reckless fool and Ah could've gotten everyone kill 'cause of it," Crosshairs said. "Ah could've gotten you killed 'cause of it."

"Crosshairs, listen to me," Drift said, cutting him off. Finally, Crosshairs looked up at him.

"I am sorry for losing my temper as I did. And while you didn't act foolishly, what I was most angry and concerned about was the fact that you had no regard for your own safety," Drift confessed, hoping that his words would reach Crosshairs.

"Wha…?" Crosshairs said softly, sounding confused. Drift had figured that he would be.

"You are a brave warrior, Crosshairs, and you have vast amounts of experience. However, you often rush into battle with no concern of your own wellbeing," Drift explained to him calmly. "You did not think what your demise would have done to Optimus, to the Autobots,…to me. You merely responded, as you often do."

"Well…Ah…"

"While that is not a bad thing, I plead for you to analyze the situation before you rush in. Or at least inform the rest of us so that severe injuries can be avoided," Drift said softly.

"Ah…Ah worried you a lot, didn' Ah?" Crosshairs asked him, sounding much like a young human unit.

"Yes, you did. But you often do," Drift reassured him with a small smile.

"Ah…Ah'm sorry, Drift," Crosshairs said, looking away from him and frowning deeply. "That…wasn't mah intentions, honest."

"I know that it wasn't. You just responded instinctually. It is understandable," Drift said.

They sat in silence for a little while, both enjoying the easy atmosphere that often surrounded them when they were together. What Drift had told him had been true. When it came down to it, what he had been most upset about was the Crosshairs didn't seem to care if he lived or died, or what his death would have done to Drift or the others. That was incredibly upsetting, but now that he was calm, it wasn't nearly as hurtful as it had been. It was still hurtful, just not as much.

"Y'know, even if Ah die, Ah always come back and find you too," Crosshairs told Drift.

"Yes, I know you would," Drift replied.

"Ah suppose that we're each other's own weaknesses, eh?" Crosshairs said, grinning ever so slightly and looking more like the Crosshairs Drift knew and loved so much.

Crosshairs was correct, of course. Dismissing all of their other weaknesses, the only real weakness Drift had was Crosshairs. If one wanted to get him angry and ready for a battle in a matter of second, all they would have to do would get to Crosshairs. That much had already been proven time and time again. And vice versa; if one wanted to get Crosshairs fired up, really and truly fired up, all they needed to do was use Drift. He had never thought that he would have such a connection to another being, but Drift would not, could not, complain. Having Crosshairs in his life, as his partner both on and off the battlefield, was his greatest accomplishment. Knowing that he could have such a connection told him that he was on the correct path. And for Crosshairs to point out that they were each other's weakness was a tribute to how observant and intelligent he could be. When he wasn't allowing his adrenaline addiction cloud his judgment, of course.

"Yes, you are correct, Crosshairs," Drift said.

By now, the sky was a blanket of darkness with stars dotting the horizon. Even through the darkness, Drift could see the ripples in the lake water. It was a calming effect. Just like being close to Crosshairs was calming as well. Drift had meant what he had said, all of it. And if another group of rogue CIA agents showed up and they went through the same thing, Drift would find Crosshairs again. He would find him again and again, until the end of their days. That's just how it was now and that was how it was going to be.