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Life Lesson number one? Don't tempt fate. Life Lesson number two? Don't spill any sort of liquid on a smooth surface. Life Lesson number three? If all else fails, someone is bound to get hurt.
That person tends to be a bystander.
Said person of said incident, by tendencies of nature, ended up being Optimus Prime. See, this is what happened...
"Smokescreen! Watch it!" Ratchet had dropped something. "Whoops, sorry, Doc! Here, I'll help you --" "Tch, just go do something not destructive or consequential!" "A-okay, Doc!" "And quit calling me that!"
Jack didn't even spare a glance. "It's gonna be one of those days, huh?"
It did end up being 'one of those days' but in retrospect, probably not the kind he meant.
Another life lesson to be learned: Never ever leave something with the potential to harm someone alone without notifying someone nearby.
It must've been a stroke of bad luck -- that, or Miko's a psychic. Chances are higher with the former, though.
The thing about being steady, and very in control of yourself? It means people tend to ask you to carry stuff more often.
And that's exactly what Bulkhead had enlisted Optimus to do.
And yet another lesson: if you're guiding someone, especially if they can't see and their balance is hindered in some form, do not stop guiding them, even for just a second.
It often ends horribly.
"Hey Bulk! What're you doing?"
"Oh, nothing mu--" He stopped speaking after a breeze, a thud, and someone moaning in pain. Miko began laughing.
"Oh my God. That's hilarious!"
Jack did look up from his book this time. "What the- oh, wow. Find out gravity hurts, Optimus?" I looked over the rail. Something's not right... "Are you okay?"
Silence. That's a bad thing. A very bad thing.
The thing is, Earth's gravity is stronger than Cybertron's. Which means falling there hurts less than here. And considering how much they weigh... Ratchet was surprised nothing serious was damaged.
I heard the sounds of plating re-arranging. That meant Arcee and Bumblebee were back. "What happened?"
"He fell." Miko said, obviously still highly amused. I shook my head. "I don't think he's alright..."
"I'll go get Ratchet." Bumblebee carefully tried to avoid touching -- and therefore jarring -- the Prime lying the the middle of the floor.
"Well, his injuries are minor, but he isn't going to wake up soon." Ratchet sighed -- They can sigh? -- loudly. "Smokescreen, where have you been?"
"Doing something productive and not harmful, like you told me to do!"
"And that would be...?"
"Finding the mop."