Seer AU: Tyger Pax
The Seer AU is an AU in which Bayverse!Drift’s memories up to when they reclaim Cybertron are sent to Bayverse!Deadlock after Brainstorm comes up with something that could help change how the war turned out. However, for everything Drift changes, something is always taken. Usually it’s a pede or servo, which can be replaced, but for those major events, it’s something much more severe...
Special thanks to @stonemadegremlin who listened to me gush about this AU. and for anyone reading this, it’s cool if you wanna add stuff to this AU, I’ll be making a master post about what’s up here soon. For now, enjoy the angst. >:3
“Red sun in the morning, sailors take warning,” Drift mumbled from Jazz’s side as the TIC scanned the area where he knew the battle was to take place.
“This is the place?” The silver mech asked, making him nod once. “What’s the issue?”
“So many died here, all because originally we didn’t know what was going to happen,” he vented softly. “Now we have the advantage, but is it still enough? Can we win this time around?”
“Thought you said we won the first time ‘round?” Jazz frowned, and the ex-con sighed.
“Could one count losing hundreds of troops a win, when the enemy barely lost a fraction of that?” he murmured. “There are no winners in war, only victims.”
Blocking yet another blow from Breakdown, Drift kicked the wrecker away and made a mad sprint for the launch sight, where he could see Megatron steadily approaching. The mech smirked. If there was one thing Megatron hated more than Autobots, it was Decepticons who became Autobots.
“HEY MEGASHIT!” He screamed, using Crosshair’s favorite term for the Warlord, and watched in a saddened amusement as the said mech all but slammed into one of the mountains before majorly veering off course.
Right towards him.
It was better this way, he told himself as he readied his sword. It gave Bumblebee a fighting chance to get the Allspark off-world and get away with his voice-.
WHMPBAM
Everyone on the battlefield was thrown back as the Allspark left the atmosphere in a terrifying jolt, Drift himself hitting his neck struts against a particuarly sharp piece of metal as he landed. At least Bumblebee got away... he thought as the world slowly ebbed into blackness.
When he onlined, he refused to shutter his optics, already knowing that Fate had robbed him of something. It often did when he changed events such as Tyger Pax, but the city had been a big event, and he could feel all of his appendages.
“Ratchet,” he called out, immediately hearing the CMO rush to his side. “Please tell me I was out long enough to reattach a limb.”
“Drift...” the old medic’s voice should’ve been jaded, angry, used to him coming in unconscious and without an arm or leg. He shouldn’t’ve been sad and full of self-loathing. “Drift, it’s best if you online your optics.”
“No,” he said petulantly, like a sparkling having been denied an energon goodie. He didn’t want to see what he had lost.
“Drift, online your optics, now.” Ratchet’s voice was pleading, begging for him to obey. Venting, he went to look... and saw online black. “Online your optics!”
“I’m trying!” He snapped back, panic leaking into his tone. No.. nonononono, not his sight. Anything but his sight. Take his voice, his sensory, just... just... anything but my sight... He prayed, energon tears leaking from the useless optics as his frame yet again failed the response to online them. “I... I’m... trying... I-I...” a sob escaped him as his servos clenched, ripping off parts of the berth. It said something was wrong when Ratchet didn’t even chide him for it. “I can’t... I can’t...”
He couldn’t online his optics... how was he supposed to be the Autobot he was meant to be? How was he supposed to file reports and go scouting? How was he supposed to enjoy the colors and wonders of Earth?
How was he supposed to see his beloved Crosshairs again?
