Ultra Magnus was always about order. So when he’d accidentally lifted you like a teddy bear and carried you through the corridors of the Lost Light, he hadn’t noticed. You, on the other hand, were silent, still in his elbow crook, trying to not freak out. If you screamed, he’d probably scream, and that would be chaos—something that no one wanted.

Magnus was lost in thought, going over protocols, updates, and all the usual officer responsibilities. He didn’t even realize his mistake until Cyclonus appeared from around the corner, seeing the whole scene. His optics narrowed in disbelief.

“Magnus… what in the name of Primus…” Cyclonus started, his voice tinged with confusion.

Before he could finish, Magnus adjusted himself, unaware that the slightest movement could ruin everything. The next thing he knew, he lost his grip entirely.

THUD.

You bounced from his elbow crook and tumbled down the stairs—three floors of them. Each step hit with an unsettling smack until you finally crashed into the cold, hard concrete below.

“Oh Primus.” Magnus’s voice cracked as he immediately ran down, muttering under his breath.

Cyclonus watched the scene unfold, utterly speechless. As Magnus sprinted down the stairs, Cyclonus’s face was like a mask of utter disbelief. “How… did you drop them down the stairs?”

By the time Magnus reached you, you were groaning softly, your body aching from the fall. His expression was pure panic as he knelt beside you, his large hands hovering over you but unsure whether to touch.

“I didn’t mean to,” he stammered, voice soft with guilt. “I was just… I thought I—”

Cyclonus shook his head, deadpanning. “Magnus, you’re one of the officers of this ship. And you carried them like a plushie. What’s next? A flying teddy bear?”

Magnus winced at Cyclonus’s words, the reality of the situation sinking in. He turned to you, visibly sorry, waiting for you to react.