𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔

moment of quiet - ratchet x human!reader

word count; 933
summary; reader succeeds in getting ratchet to rest

∘ story takes place in the TFP franchise
∘ pronouns and appearance of the reader are unspecified
∘ relationship can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic

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As Monday rolled around once again, the children of the base were taken to school by their respective Guardians, leaving only you and the lovely medic of the team around.

...Well, perhaps lovely wasn't the best way to describe the old bot. Not because of your own personal opinion, but knowing him, it's not a title he would have appreciated being given.

Ratchet was one of the most jaded members of the team who often left bad impressions due to his grumpy attitude. Since the Autobots stepped foot onto our planet, Ratchet had made it clear that he wasn't very fond of what it had to offer, or its inhabitants.

You always thought that his mindset made his loyalty to his faction even more admirable, even if there was more to it than simply protecting Earth.

Unlike your teenage roommates, due to your reserved and polite attitude you never gave Ratchet any trouble, and he always seemed to appreciate you for being the only human around with any sort of common sense. Your company would often calm his nerves after long days of having to babysit fleshy alien children who most likely weren't even aware of the word 'respect'.

With the team gone along with all the noise that came with them, both remaining members let out a sigh of relief in unison. Upon carrying all the tools necessary for your work, you settled down on the worn down, yet welcoming sofa, and continued wherever you had left off before other matters requested your attention. It was times like these that made you glad you were able to work from home- even if that home was now in a much different location, filled with very different beings.

With only the various distant sounds and beeps of the lab to accompany you two, you would have begun to doze off if it wasn't for Ratchet's sudden clumsy hands dropping just about everything he picked up.

As he dropped the same piece of module for the third time, he finally let out a frustrated growl, making you glance over the sofa in curiosity.

"What's going on, doc?" You asked with a tender smile on your face, slowly making your way over to his section of the base.

Letting you get away with the nickname due to his predicament, Ratched sighed, shaking his head. "Maybe the years are finally making their impact on me." Ratchet spoke with a rather somber tone in his voice, "I finally get some peace to do my work, and I'm feeling like one of those... senile, member of your species."

"I feel like I'm going to start to rust soon."

Even though you could sympathize with his struggles, you couldn't help but smile at his dramatic speech. "You know, there's a phrase in another language I know." You said, looking up at the tall bot. "In English, it would translate to something like... 'idiot day', as silly as that sounds."

With tense shoulders, the doctor was getting ready to be offended at your words before you spoke again. "It's a phrase you say when nothing that day seems to go as you'd like it to. If there was someone who had to come up with that saying, then trust me, you're fine." You reassured the medic with a soft pat on his leg, as that was as far as you could reach.

"Is this work urgent, or are you simply making an upgrade to your tools?"

Ratchet frowned, already knowing where you were going with your inquiry. "Upgrade, but-"

"Then why don't you take a rest?"

You interrupted as quickly as you could, resting a hand on your hip out of habit. His answer was quite predictable; Ratchet had already been left feeling purposeless due to him being unable to assist during battle, even if his assistance back at the base was essential and dearly appreciated by the whole team. This often left him working overtime and pushing himself beyond his own limits, and while his work hasn't gone unnoticed by the team, there wasn't anyone capable of getting him to rest. Not even Optimus.

Due to being the only human around with any sort of morals, you usually let Ratchet voice his concerns and opinions before speaking again, but that wasn't an option for what you were going to try to do now. Before he could open his mouth to protest your suggestion, you reached out as far as you could, jumping in place in an attempt to grab his hand. This caught Ratchet off-guard, distracting him from another melancholic rant. Once he understood what you wanted from him, the medic cautiously crouched down, handing you his digits.

"What? Did something happen?"

Only shaking your head at the doctor, you began leading him to the more 'lounge' based area of the base, prompting him to sit down on the floor next to you. Unused to this kind of behavior coming from you, Ratchet complied, concerned. "Listen, this better be serious- I have many more tasks at hand that require my attention, I-."

With your hands behind your head, you rested your body against the wall. "It is serious." You turned your head to look up at Ratchet with a smile, "Shouldn't we take hold of this opportunity while the base remains quiet?"

Feeling unequipped to deal with your sudden assertive attitude, Ratchet stuttered, trying to find a fair argument. When he couldn't, he let his shoulders drop and sighed.

"Fine, but only for a moment." Ratchet said with defeat, putting an even wider smile on your face.

"That's fine by me."

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