IronHide, the toothfairy

IronHide's POV

I watched in boredom as I flew through the atmoshere of the planet that BumbleBee and the glasses were located on.
Flames built up around my pod as I streaked across the sky. I crashed into a strange pool of water in the ground. As soon as I was free from my pod, I started the climb up the now deep creator that was the holder of the water. I crushed a piece of metal when my servo went over the side. I pulled myself up and over, almost stepping on a earthling.

"Excuse me, are you the toothfairy?" she asked.

I ignored it and continued walking until I heard a whimpering sound. I turned around to see the youngling sitting on the ground with water leaking from her optics. I walked back and knelt down, carefully examining her. It looked back up at me. I accessed the world wide web so that I could understand what is going on.

"Are you okay?" I asked carefully. "You're leaking fluids from your optics."

"I-I want t-the toothf-fairy," she, as I had discovered, cried. "I-I t-think you m-mean crying."

I set my servo on her back comfortingly to try to help soothe the troubled femme.

"It's okay. The... Toothfairy, will come," I spoke softly, not spoiling that this 'toothfairy' is made up.

She sniffed and looked back at me. She jumped up and wrapped her tiny arms around my ankle. I set my servo around her small form protectively. My scanners went off before my audio receptors picked up the sounds of two more humans.

"I have to go."

I stood up and hid behind some trees just in time to watch a human mech and femme, obviously the younglings creators, and start yelling.

"Sweetheart, what are you going out here all by yourself? Holy god? What happened to the pool?"

I silently lifted a digit to my mouthplates in a guesture to be silent before turning away to leave. I just barely caught the smile on he face and the wave of her servo at me.

::Ratchet to IronHide, where the pit are you? Optimus is waiting for us!::

::Sorry Hatchet. An earth youngling femme saw me and asked if I was a toothfairy. When I walked away, she started crying, so I comforted her.::

::Slagger. Get your aft moving! And don't call me Hatchet! Or your next checkup will have you screaming like a sparkling.::

::Fine, fine.::

I scanned the GMC TopKick C4500 in the driveway, transformed, and drove off, the thought of the femme still fresh in my processor.

A/N
A really good friend of mine had this idea and asked me to type it up. This is for you person who I can't name or else they may be stalked! :D