Perhaps I should stop just talking about writing fics and give you a little piece of the action?
Also Ratchet having a soft spot for Bee is one of my weaknesses. ESPECIALLY FOR TFP.
Napping Spot
Ratchet sighed, looking down at the tired bot that chose to sit by his work space. Bee managed to keep most parts of his frame clear from the space Ratchet occupied, pressing up against the cold metal.
“I doubt that’s comfortable.” The medic hummed, deciding that his duties could be delayed for just a moment. Bee let out an incoherent string of little beeps and buzzes. Ratchet took a moment, trying to translate what the scout had said, a puzzled look plastering his face as he came to the conclusion that Bee hadn’t actually meant anything, instead he was just making sounds.
Ratchet laughed softly, bending down to the smaller bot’s level and scooping him up into his arms. Bee let out a content buzz as he gladly accepted the medic’s warm embrace, resting his helm on Ratchet’s shoulder. The older mech couldn’t hold back the smile that the youngling triggered, Bee was forever a weak spot for the team and the medic was no exception.
“Get some recharge, Bee.” Ratchet instructed, his voice laced with a comfort that was reserved for the Scout. Bee’s wings shifted slightly, telling Ratchet that the bot was obeying the instructions. It was barely even a minute later when tranquil chirrs of a recharging youngling filled Ratchet’s audio field. Carefully shifting Bee into a more convenient, yet equally as comfortable position, Ratchet went back to doing his work. It may have taken double the time as he was only one handed, but that was a moment that Ratchet wouldn’t have traded for the world. His little youngling back in his arms for a nap.
Not my best work, but a good improvisation ya know?
