Only three days had passed since Fusion had entered the world, three days filled with hourly training and teaching. Crosshairs turned out to be a tough teacher, but was patient with the young warrior. Pointing out minor details of a target, or even the gun he was shooting. Smokescreen was his favorite, their "vehicle training"  was what he always looked forward to. Racing had fast become one of his favorite pass-times.

But Drift....

Drift was something else entirely. He was in charge of Combat training, but it didn't exactly feel like training.

Especially not now.

"No... do not hold the broom like that. Like this." He said.

The Samurai grabbed an extra broom and grasped the end of the handle, palm facing his body. he then grabbed another section, a foot lower than his other hand, palm facing out. He then continued to sweep the training room floor, thrusting the broom out, then pulling it back.

"Now, copy my movements."

Fusion let out a tense breath, then repositioned his hands for the thousandth time. He then copied his instructors movements as they cleaned the floors, pushing his broom out, then pulling it back. He groaned.

"Drift..." he started. His instructor shot him a stern glare. "I-I mean Master Drift. How is this training? Shouldn't we be working on my swordplay?"

Drift frowned.

"There is an old earth saying, 'Good things come to those who wait.'. Training takes time, and so does the mind. Now, back to your broom."

Fusion moaned again and began sweeping.

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Ratchet slid into Optimus's office, a handful of papers clutched in his hands. The blue and red veteran looked up from his desk.

"Optimus... The CNA results for Fusion are completed."

Optimus sat up, training his royal blue eyes on the medic.

"And?" he asked.

Ratchet gulped.

"His... father is actually..." He cut off.

Optimus leaned back in his chair, stroking his stubble-laden chin in thought.

"And his mother?" The veteran asked.

Ratchet glanced down at his papers, reading through the Cybertronian characters with haste.

"Circuit. An agility specialist that served under Rodimus."

Optimus stood and began to pace, stroking his chin all the while.

"Things seem to be changing old friend... and I am not certain of the outcome."

Dragon Bytes:

Sorry for the short chapter! I WILL be doing longer ones, just time is short at the moment, and so is my story. (Sighs dramatically.)   

BTW, enjoy Drift's theme song according to me!

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