Rated T for a bit of language.

"So, we know that Megatron was last seen at 1400 hours yesterday in Hangar 13. The last person to see him was Sam before Sector Seven got involved. And we have a few minutes of tape on the security cameras of Simmons getting his hands dirty along with a few other personnel. Something he seems to have absolutely no problem with." Lennox said, muttering the last part under his breath angrily.

"So we know all that, but what about the different army bases Sector Seven has. He could be in any one of them, maybe even a new one we have no knowledge of." Maggie said, leaning over the back of the chair to watch Will pace the floor, wondering why it was him doing the pacing, shouldn't it be her?

"Damn it!" The man suddenly yelled out, slamming his hands down onto the surface of a desk. "We have no fucking leads at all!"

"We have to find him." Maggie shifted in her chair as she felt the panic she had felt earlier coming back.

"We will find him. But...how...?"

The wall shuddered when Optimus leant his head back against it with a heavy sigh. He rubbed his face with a hand in a strangely human gesture and closed his optics against the cruel world around him.

It was like the situation with Bumblebee all over again, except, this time it was his brother who had been captured, his now fragile, human, transforming and changing brother. He wouldn't have had much luck even if only one Sector Seven agent had been holding him; the transformation was making him too weak, his body fighting against the unusual occurrence.

He had seen the security clip of Megatron being captured, and he had to keep his anger in check when he saw how his last living family member was being treated. The way that Simmons had slammed his fist into Megatron's human abdomen, the breath rushing out of him at the force of the punch, making him double over in the two agents' grip. He hadn't even had time to recover from that hit when another one was flying at his face, snapping his head to the side, blood running down his cheek.

The Prime had clearly seen the glee and amusement in Simmons' gaze as he had beaten the human Decepticon, who had absolutely no way to defend himself with his limbs restrained by the two thugs, down hard until he fell unconscious.

His hands clenched into fists, the metal shaking as he tensed in anger. He was shaking all over by keeping it in, it was like a burning inferno raging inside of his spark and spreading around his body.

"Optimus?"

He opened his optics and turned to look at Ratchet. The medic was frowning, but he had a slight look of concern in his eyes for his leader.

"Are you alright?" Optimus fought the urge to snort.

"Am I alright? I'm fine Ratchet. The person who's not fine is my brother."

"He'll be fine Optimus, in tip top shape when we find him."

"Don't lie to me Ratchet. I've known you for years, I know when you are. And besides, you saw that recording yourself, you saw what they did to him, I have the strongest feeling that it's going to get even worse for Megatron."

"We'll find him Optimus, we have to. We just have to find where they've taken him, and then we can rescue him. Then you can see for yourself that your brother is fine."

Optimus nodded, but he didn't believe it one bit. Throughout the war, he had listened to gut instinct, and his spark. Now both were screaming at him that his brother was in deep, deep danger.

"Mikaela? What's wrong?" The girl wiped her eyes quickly and turned to Sam.

"Nothing, I'm fine Sam." He looked at her red, puffy eyes, complete evidence of her crying. He wiped the remnants of the salt water off of her face and put a comforting arm around her, looking intently into her eyes.

"What wrong Kaela?"

"I...It's just..." She trailed off. "I'm worried about...Megs."

"You're worried about him? You're worried about the evil pile of metal that tried to kill us, that tried to steal The Allspark, that tried to destroy the world? You're worried about him?"

"He's not like that anymore Sam." She snapped, jerking out of his embrace and standing up, walking over to the window and staring out like she wished Megatron to appear at any time.

"He's changed since he's become human. He's not...good...but...he's not bad either. He's different...better. He's my friend Sam, even though I've only known him for a few days, even though he tried to kill us, even though he tried to destroy the world, yes, I'm worried about him. And I will be until I see that he's safe alright. You should be too."

"Why should I?"

"The Allspark gave you a duty to keep an eye on him. But you never do. If you actually took a moment to speak with him civilly instead of starting arguments with him all the ti-"

"I don't start arguments with him!"

"You do Sam. You never speak to him like he's a human being. You speak to him like he's some kind of animal, like he's trash."

"He is..." Sam mumbled. Mikaela glared at him, the tears running down her face again.

"He's more than that!"

"Why do you care so much about him?" Sam said, finally asking the question that had been on his minds since he saw the two together, laughing and conversing like they'd known each other for years.

She turned away from him and looked back out of the window. "He reminds me of my Dad..." With that, she walked out, leaving the Witwicky boy standing there, feeling shocked, guilty, and like a complete and utter ass.

Ironhide slammed his fist into the wall, trying to ease some of his anger and annoyance without using his cannons and destroying the whole base. He had promised Maggie that he would protect Megatron from those Sector Seven thugs, and keep him out of danger until he turned back into a Cybertronian and could handle himself.

Yet that promise had been broken because he hadn't been watching the Decepticon. He hadn't been watching for a few hours, and that was all Sector Seven needed to get a plan into action and take Megatron from right under their noses.

He had broken that first promise to Maggie, but now he was making a new one to himself, he would find Megatron and get him back if it was the last thing he ever did.

Bumblebee watched his guardian release his rage on the wall and couldn't understand why everyone was so worried. Megatron put everyone in danger just by being alive, and now Ironhide, someone who had previously wanted to vaporize the man, was angry about him being taken, and muttering to himself about getting the human back.

He just didn't get it, weren't they better off without him?

Though looking at everyone who was worried for Megatron, who had become attached to him some time over the past few days, he could back up that statement to ignore their upset and angry faces.

If they wanted to help, so would he.

Short chapter, but I'm saving my other ideas for the next one. I just wanted to set some bots' and human's opinions on the matter.