(I do not own Transformers)

Road Trip

Chapter 1

Drift sat staring at his datascreen blankly, the information on the screen doing nothing more than simply reflecting off his optics. A klik later his optics flickered and his processor whirled into awareness. He jerked with a sheepish air, looking around the empty office as if he expected someone to be there to catch him red-handed. The only facesplates that greeted him was from the pictures that graced his office walls. Most of those were of him and Ratchet, the sight of them still sending a pang of grief through his spark even though it was been centuries since Ratty had joined the Well of Sparks. Other were of various mechs from the Lost Light and lastly one of him and Rodimus, the red and yellow mech draped across Drift's shoulders, smile brighter than the sun.

He pushed away from the desk and walked to the blast-proof glass window because old habits die hard even when there was definitely peace and no chance of any attack. It also that coupled as a decorative screen that projected various scenes when he couldn't stand lookingod at the New Cybertronian skyline any longer. And these days the screen would project the corridors of the Lost Light far more often than it did anything else.

He cleared away the corridor scene with a wave of his servo, just leaving clear glass. Nothing but the peaceful yet busy running of the city greeted him. His reflection looked back at him, most of his armoured kibble gone as well as his swords. He wasn't a warrior anymore. He was an executive, overseeing multiple clinics. He had worked tirelessly to see Ratchet's dream come true and now with it all achieved and each clinic running so efficiently he didn't even need to come in to work anymore, there as a strange restlessness that had settled under his armour. It felt like it was in his very protoform.

His servos ghosted over where his swords used to hang with comfortable weight against his hips and there was such a sense of loss that he gasped. He rested his servos against the glass for a moment to catch his venting and ground himself. "Oh Ratty," He whispered, "what am I going to do, my love? What do I need to do? I'm so lost without you." He leaned forward to rest his helm against the cool glass for a few long seconds before pulling away. He needed to get out of this office and take a drive to clear his processor. He left the office, notifying his secretary that he would be unavailable for a few hours and then set out for the open road.