A/N - Last snippet! (For now). Folks are always welcome to play in my sandbox and write fic of your own if you like my little Rollerverse here and get tired of waiting for me to get around to it. The world needs more Roller fic! :)
Ratchet lifted his optic ridges as Roller came through the door in alt mode, followed by Ironhide and Optimus, who were both beaming proudly.
"Ironhide..." Ratchet said, with a longsuffering sigh.
"Hey, a mech's gotta have a gun," Ironhide said, grinning.
Roller headed over to First Aid, beeping in excitement.
"I see, and yes, it's very nice, but..." Roller transformed and then staggered and flailed his arms, the cannon mounted to his back nearly outweighing him. First Aid knelt quickly and caught him before he fell over completely.
Ratchet transferred his glare from Ironhide to Optimus.
"Um..." The leader of the Autobots shuffled his feet a little and looked over to Ironhide for help.
"Maybe he'll grow into it?" Ironhide suggested, taking a few steps back so he could duck behind Optimus if necessary.