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A rare OT3 of Drift/Ratchet/Perceptor. This is a retake on our “Do It All Over Again” fic with just Drift/Ratchet and hinted Perceptor. Now Perceptor is taking care of Ratchet after Drift’s banishment in MTMTE 16. They both go after Drift to take care of their boi. There’s fluff, caring, and eventually sexy times.

This is just a snippet that I quite liked of Drift and Rodimus (as best friends, not lovers) getting ready to go to the Hallowe’en party at Swerve’s. Written as always with my lovely @websterspinner

Crossposted to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5093690/chapters/11713835

The pair stepped out into the corridor to head to Swerve’s Hallowe’en party.

Rodimus looked at the clothes on the hanger, grinning. He pulled the large slacks made to his size off the hanger and held them up. “Whaddya think, Drift?” he asked.

Drift looked at Rodimus and the slacks. "Interesting," he said. "Maybe better than my costume."

“Oh I don’t think so...” Rodimus said, grinning. He carefully balanced himself on one pede, slowly sliding his other leg into the matching pant leg. He had to be careful with his knee armor to not rip a hole and nearly lost his balance. He hopped around on one pede, balancing back against the wall. “Hah!” he exclaimed as he looked down at his pede sticking out at the end of the pant leg.

Drift chuckled at Rodimus pulling up the pink dress.

Rodimus grinned at Drift, “Pink huh?”

"Well I thought it might work good with my red and white," Drift said.

“You mean the red and white that’s gonna be hidden under your dress?” Rodimus asked as he started the whole thing over of getting his other leg into the pants.

"Maybe," Drift replied. "What is Elvis available to the ladies?" He tugged on the puffed sleeves.

Rodimus pulled the pants up around his waist, leaving them open for the time being. “One femme, yeah. But you already knew that, didn’t’cha?” he asked. He picked up the shirt and looked at Drift, “I think I’m gonna need some assistance not ripping the back of this to shreds,” he said, sliding his arm in one of the sleeves.

"Alright," Drift said taking the shirt. He examined it and then carefully slipped the spoiler into the slit and did the same with the other. "There."

“Thanks, bud,” Rodimus said and turned around. “Turn around for me, Drift. I’ll get you all laced up in back.”

Drift turned around. "Thanks," he said. Rodimus started at the bottom near Drift’s waist, tugging the laces tight and then moving up to the next set of eyelets.

"Oof," Drift said. "Next time I'll go as a knight or ninja."

“You’re already a knight and a.... samurai,” Rodimus said. “That’s not really going in costume.” He pulled the laces tight at the top and fastened it. “You got any bows, ribbons, or fancy things you want while I’m back here?”

"No, no," Drift said. "I opted out of the ribbons and bows."

“Hmm, alright,” Rodimus said, stepping back from Drift and buttoning up his shirt. He left the top two buttons undone, tucked his shirt into his pants and buttoned the pants up.

Drift put on the mask and raven haired wig that went with his costume looking at his reflection, straightening the wig a bit.

Rodimus picked up the Elvis mask and put it on. He then picked up the dark wig and set it on his helm. He turned to Drift, “How do I look?” he asked.

"Like Elvis with wings," Drift replied grinning after he looked at Rodimus.

“Well they don’t exactly come off!” Rodimus said, pouting slightly.

"Well it is even better than the parachuting Elvises they had on Earth," Drift said.

Rodimus reached for the last thing in his costume and pulled on a pair of pedecovers that looked like some leather earth shoes. “Tada!” he said proudly.

"Elvis has arrived on the ship," Drift said distractedly fiddling with the tiara.

Rodimus walked to his friend, gently batting aside Drift’s hands as he took the tiara. "Hey," Drift said looking at Rodimus.

“Yeah gimme a second,” Rodimus said, setting the tiara down on Drift’s wig. He grabbed some of the wig pins and pinned the tiara down. “There!” he said, stepping aside to let his friend see his reflection.

"Thanks," Drift said with a smile under the mask.

“How do I look buddy?” Rodimus asked.

“Very good,” Drift said smiling and bit back a laugh.

“Alright princess, let’s get you to the ball to find your knight in shining armor. Oh wait, maybe you have to wait until after the party for that bit,” Rodimus said, laughing and walking to the door.

I was talking with @rizobact in fanmail about a current P/J - Sherlock type thing I am currently doing and she sicked the plot bunnies on me! And I love it! :D

Hmm, Prowl as Sherlock…my thought train when I read that went something like this: Wow that would be a pretty good fit, wouldn’t it? But writing Sherlock (or Prowl-as-Sherlock) would be HAAARD because he/they’re so freaking smart…and Jazz wouldn’t make a very good John Watson (Bluestreak might, those shooting skills tho E) but I want my oreos to be togeth-OMG WHAT IF JAZZ WAS MORIARTY?! EEEEEE *brain=kablooie* I mean, I ship Johnlock big time, but DANG that’d be sweet. Of course, logistically speaking it would depend which version of Sherlock you’re going for and what kind of crossover/recast was happening. Are they humans with their TF names and traits in London? Modern BBC or Victorian SACD? Are they robots on Cybertron in a London-esque setting? (Ohh, there’s another fit, isn’t it? Sherlock is very attached to the city of London in most versions of that franchise, and Prowl is very close to Praxus) How AU is this AU? Who else needs to be recast? (Again, Jazz as Moriarty would be BAMF! But then who *is* John? Lestrade? Irene? Mrs. Hudson? Mary?) LOTS to think about… 

Let's say:

Prowl = Sherlock (Prowlock)

Bluestreak = Watson

Jazz = Moriarty (can be from a different town) (Jazziarty)

Lestrade = Chromedome (pulling from his IDW history)

Mrs. Hudson = OC (if needed)

Irene & Mary – not sure if needed

Praxus = London

Moriarty is more of a behind-the-scenes criminal, doing all the planning and masterminding stuff, right? If we need to give him an overall master plan, blowing up the crystal gardens of Praxus? (Perhaps aside from being a cultural loss, the natural energon in them would blow up the city?)