Bits and Pieces of Various Wrolds: Cuteness is a Silver Phone 2 (Transf...)

Title: Cuteness is a Silver Phone 2

Fandom: Transformers

Characters/Pairings: Nokiacon/Sam, Ratchet

Word count: 423

Requested by: SnowShadowPass

AN: Again, I should be sleeping off my headache. I'm not. I'm posting these while I'm thinking about it because tomorrow will include me being grumpy.

Reviews will make me less grumpy.

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Reattaching the tiny leg that he had been working on back onto Nokiacon, Sam smiled at the chirp that he got, patting the small bot on the head before sitting up and moving the magnifying light to the side.

“Alright, Nokiacon, we're all done for today. You did very good and I'm glad we're able to replace your wires so easily,” Sam told the small bot as he made a few notations on a pad of paper. “We'll fix your claws tomorrow. There's only a few of your wires in them that need to be fixed.” Putting his things away, Sam picked the tiny bot up, stroking a finger down the silver back, getting a croon of pleasure. Laughing, the young human held his small companion to his chest and headed into Ratchets examining area, having taken over a small room for his own purposes. “Ratchet? Do you have a moment to check over my work on our little one here?” He asked, finding the large Autobot checking over his tools with deliberate care.

“Of course I do, Samuel,” Ratchet replied, smiling down at the small human. Nokiacon chirped happily in greeting, having long gotten used to the large mech. Ratchet laughed lowly before shifting into his vehicle mode before forming his holoform, adjusting his lab coat, peering at the small phone turned Earthian Cybertronian.

Scanning the leg once Nokiacon had stretched it out for him with a chirp, he found that the work done was perfect, as he had expected. Smiling, he gently flexed the tiny lib, the small bot easily submitting to the light treatment. “It looks very good, Sam. You're doing very well, considering you have only just started learning Cybertronian biology. You just have to do his claws and one eye correct?” he asked, getting a nod.

“Thanks. And yeah, I do. After that, weekly scans should catch any problems with him since we don't know how Earth materials will react to being changed into Cybertronian metal,” Sam said, smiling as the crab like phone did a little dance, tapping to the left before tapping to the right. Laughing lightly, Sam nuzzled at the little Decepticon, getting a content chirping hum from Nokiacon.

“Alright, you both are free to go. Head off, out of my bay,” Ratchet snickered, wondering if he should tell Sam that the small bot was calling him `his'.

As he watched the two leave, he decided to not do so, feeling that it would be interesting in the long run, and went back to work.