Remus didn't know exactly what happened after he apparated. It was pain and then a big pit of darkness, nothing within it. He woke up on a floor, a concrete floor. His head was still throbbing, and he couldn't seem to open his eyes. Of course, he could, but it hurt to do it. He felt his pockets for his wand but it was gone. He should've expected as much, if you're kidnapped by other wizards then expect your wand to be stolen.

He wasn't too motivated to do anything until he felt a hand touch his shoulder, then his eyes shot open and he looked up at the person who had touched him. The familiar face made Remus feel a million more emotions and breathe a small sigh of relief. Sirius. He wasn't completely out of it, was he? Was Sirius some sort of hallucination his brain had made up because he'd been struck over the head?

"Siri?" Remus croaked. The boy nodded. He had a black eye and a bruised cheekbone, along with a bit of dried blood on his lip. "I'm sorry about your face."

"Ah- that bad, huh?" Remus nodded and managed to sit up, leaning heavily on Sirius. The older boy wrapped an arm around him to keep him steady, though Remus didn't like that much. "Marlene was a bitch, you were right." Remus resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "How the hell did you even... you know, find me?"

"Well I didn't, not exactly. I was pissed at you so I was chatting up some guy in a gay bar in St. Louis Missouri, said he worked with a Marlene McKinnon and James later told me a friend of the guy I spoke to was into drug and organ trafficking, so I got worried about you," Remus briefly explained with a shrug. "If I knew anything about Marlene it's that she's manipulative and vindictive."

"Yeah, well, I fall for it every time, huh?" Remus didn't share the humor Sirius found in that statement. "Organ trafficking, huh?" The werewolf nodded. "That explains a lot, I guess." Remus pulled away and looked back at Sirius, who was wearing a very weak smile.

"What? That explains what?" Remus pushed his eyes properly scanning Sirius. He was clothed, but not by much. A torn shirt and boxers, bruises crossed his chest, and he wore a couple new scars... he looked positively horrid. Remus scanned his eyes up and down Sirius again, trying to make some mind of what exactly had happened to him.

"I woke up the first time in new clothes, pretty okay, right? The second time I was dragged out I had a small scar on my back. I swear it felt like something was missing... I think they took my kidney."

"What?" Remus gasped. "Turn around, let me see." Sirius complied and turned around so Remus could see his back, and pulled up the right side of his shirt. Sure enough, the scar looked like a proper incision made by professionals, it wasn't sloppy and it was stitched up very nicely. None of his other cuts had stitches, so it made sense to Remus. "Fucking hell, Sirius. We need to get out of here, now."

"You think I haven't tried?" He motioned to himself and sighed heavily. "They have anti-apparition wards up in this godforsaken place, and I've tried to attack people when they came in but it did more harm than good. I think they're also doing human trafficking because there have been children and women coming and going and they all have tags that say different things and when I saw you tossed in here I just... I didn't know what to do."

"Human trafficking... Merlin, I began to wonder if I was overthinking things right before I came here, this is... so much bigger." Sirius snorted and gave a short nod.

"Yeah, to put it lightly."

"We have to get out," Remus repeated. He sounded more certain than he had before.

"Yes, Rem, we've gone over this. We just went over this," Sirius replied, leaning against the wall behind him, Remus scooted over and sat next to him, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"How long was I out?"

"I dunno, maybe a day? Give or take some," Sirius said, shrugging. Remus felt his blood go cold, he'd been out that long? The moon... the moon was...

"Siri, the full moon is in another twenty-four hours, we need out before I change." Sirius's eyes widened at the realization.

"If they were all wizards I'd just say we let you eat them and I turn into Padfoot, but there are muggles too and we don't need muggles getting on our, the whole of the wizarding community's case again, Merlin knows what happened all those years before was bad enough we don't need another war with them," Sirius rambled. "Why did you come so close to the full moon? Wasn't that a bad idea?"

"I wanted you safe, asshole."

"Aw, how heartwarming. You're going to get yourself killed!"

"Ha, yeah yeah, I know I am. Do you have any idea where we are? State or placement or anything?" Sirius began to shake his head but then he stopped and thought about it for a moment.

"All that I know is that we're not in Missouri, I'm pretty sure we're in Iowa."

"Okay, you're going to have to give me more than that."

"That's all I know, almost everyone here has been from Iowa, not Missouri. A couple of them were from Indiana," Sirius explained.

"You asked them?"

"Well of course I did! I'm not just going to sit in here silently while they fear for their life, I'm not completely heartless." Remus sighed and readjusted himself so he could rest his head on Sirius's shoulder.

"I know you're not heartless, I'm just..." Sirius wrapped an arm around Remus's shoulders, gently squeezing his shoulder.

"Remus... you're never like this before the moon, what's going on?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're usually snappy and sickly, never this affectionate and..."

"Yeah well, I missed you for one. And two, I would imagine it's because I'm so overcome by worry there's no room for anything else."

"Remus that's not like you."

"Yeah well, I just..."

"I know, I know. You can rest for a minute, they're bound to be here soon." Remus didn't hesitate, he let all tension leave his body, just for the time being. He grabbed Sirius's free hand just to hold, just to ground him to reality, just to know someone else was there with him, he wasn't totally alone. He knew could trust Sirius to keep him safe, right? At least... he thought he could, he wasn't in on everything... was he?

He was thankful for the moments of rest that he had got. He probably would've gotten more had the door to their room not been thrown open. Remus jumped in surprise, and Sirius's hold on Remus tightened. He didn't recognize the man who entered the room, neither of them did. "Come, now." Remus didn't make an effort to move, but Sirius was already getting ready to get up. Remus bit back a sigh, he wasn't going to let him go all on his own. Remus got up and trailed after Sirius.

But before the man could even touch them, Sirius punched him. Remus hadn't expected it, but he was pleased to see the man go down. Sirius cradled his first for a moment, cursing under his breath. "Come on, Rem." He didn't have to be told twice. Sirius looked around and went left, Remus kept close behind him. He still had his doubts, though. That could've been staged, he told himself, maybe Sirius is just trying to get on your good side. Maybe it's all staged.

There was a staircase at the end of the long hall. After walking up in, Sirius peaked around the corners. "People, that way." Sirius pointed to his left. "But... I also saw our wands."

"Why would the keep them so close?" Remus wondered aloud, mostly talking to himself. "How many people?" Sirius held up three fingers. "If we can get our wands we can get past them, just put them in a full body bind and-" Sirius was already walking towards them. Remus mentally slapped him and ran out after him, aiming for the wands. Of course, once the people in the room noticed them, they went for the wands too.

The brief skirmish didn't last very long. They were both sedated soon after the people in the room (muggles, Remus noted, they didn't use magic to fight back) figured out what they were attempting to do. Remus barely even felt the needle penetrate his skin. He caught Sirius's eye before everything, for the second time in twenty-four hours, went black.

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When we woke up god knows how long later, he was in a different room. He stood up to look around for a moment, ignoring the pounding in his chest. This room was completely empty aside from him. And aside from the two dog bowls in the room, one containing dog food and the other containing a greenish looking liquid. Remus felt sick to his stomach, he could already feel the effects of the full moon on his aching body. The room was too small, Moony would kill himself trying to get free. The walls were brick, stained with smears of blood.

He really hoped James could figure out his location, preferably before the full moon took full control and turned him into a ravaging monster. Remus felt his knees buckle beneath him at the thought. He wasn't going to survive the night. James would've been here by now if he was coming, Merlin, what if James was in trouble too? Remus leaned against the cold wall for support. The bloody door had bars on it, it resembled a jail cell door.

In muggle movies you always see people call for help, and Remus had always thought he would do the same if he was ever placed in that kind of situation. But now that he was, that was the very last thing he wanted to do because he knew it was helpless. Plus, if people were watching him or listening for him it would only piss them off. Remus wondered how long he was out this time. Well, not really, he knew it was around a day because the full moon was affecting him and it was only this bad an hour or so before the transformation.

As it grew nearer, all strength seemed to leave his body. All the frustration that he'd kept pent up inside kept rushing at him and the sickness that he'd somehow managed to keep at bay hit him full force, and he threw up in the corner of the room. He slunk onto the floor and rested his head against the wall. The coolness of the brick felt good against his overheating skin, he'd stripped off his clothes and shoved them through the bars in the door in an attempt to keep them safe before he did change. He was more afraid than usual this time around.

He didn't want to die.

It wouldn't be much longer now. Remus felt himself start to cry, he began to sob and cry so hard it hurt his chest. He didn't stop or pay any mind to the person who came down and sat on the other side of the barred door. All Remus knew is that he wouldn't survive tonight, especially with the smell of people so close by. He felt the bloodlust sooner than most nights. It was usually the transformation first. But it wasn't much longer now, he could feel his bones shifting and moving into position, he felt the teeth and his hands changing...

The last thing he remembered was the slam of a door.