Okay – so this is a random bunny that popped into my head and would not stop nibbling on the back of my mind, so I had to free it into the vast pastures of the internet.
If anyone gets the reference, a cyber cookie to them! Of their choice in flavour :D
Emily is some random OC I came up with, because I couldn't think of any 'bot to be in her place.
Thanks for reading my ramble, I don't own Transformers (or the reference) and enjoy the ficlet!
Temperature and Rock F.M
Emily randomly skipped into the Medbay munching on a bag of popcorn, and pulled herself up on an empty medberth.
She sat there for some time watching Ratchet work on Jazz, but she could not for the life of her figure out what he was doing.
The curiosity inevitably got the better of the teenage girl, when she piped up and asked Ratchet what he was doing.
As far as she knew, there had been no recent battle (or prank from the twins), and Jazz would therefore have no need of maintenance.
"I'm adjusting his nipple nuts." He replied casually.
The repetitive crunch and ruffle of popcorn suddenly ceased.
"You're... you're what?"
He glanced at her over his shoulder, one optic ridge raised. "Adjusting his nipple nuts." He repeated much slower.
A lengthy pause.
"...Why?"
Ratchet sighed and set down his wrench.
"Jazz's left nipple is reading high – according to m finely tuned nipples, it's 26'C while his are reading 23'C. And his right nipple is not picking up Rock F.M anymore,"
"Yeah! All I'm gettin' is some dull cat drone on 'bout politics!" Jazz interjected.
Ratchet rolled his optics in the Cybertronian fashion, and turned to look at Emily to explain in further detail the Pro's and Con's of nipple nuts, only to do a double take as she had stuffed a handful of popcorn into each ear and was sitting with her hands over her eyes rocking back and forth.
He sighed once again and turned back to a Jazz complaining about his lack of music.
"Humans..." he muttered under his breath.
Fin