I skipped some time to speed this up. You can only have so many torture ideas :P Though I'm doing some research... I'm trying to avoids the medieval stuff ¬_¬

The dark hallways seemed cruel and sinister as she walked down them, her sneakered feet squeaking on the floor accidentally. She heard a squelch and froze before slowly looking down, She had stepped into a pool of blood, the red liquid now all over the sole of her shoe.

She shuddered and kept on walking, trying to ignore the trail of bloody footprints she was leaving behind. As she walked she could see more and more blood on the walls and floors, dripping from the ceiling also. It seemed like the blood was seeping from between the bricks of the building.

She reached one of the open cells and peered inside. She couldn't see anything. She grabbed her mini torch out of her pocket and aimed it into the cell-

Maggie screamed as she woke, sitting bolt upright as her chest heaved with her quick and frightened breaths. She rubbed her eyes as her heart rate slowed down gradually and rested her head in her hands. She had been having these nightmares for days now. It had been slightly over a week since Sector Seven had taken Matt, and ever since, her nights had been filled with images of him, dead and bleeding in a cell.

The latest dream had been of him tied in chains and in shackles, blood dripping from his hanging form into a puddle on the floor. His lifeless eyes had stared at her in accusation, as if to say 'Why? Why didn't you come quicker? Why didn't you save me?'

She hadn't told anyone about the nightmares, but people knew she was having them. They heard her scream at night in the base whilst they were working on finding the S7 location, they saw the dark circles under her eyes, saw the large amount of coffee she was drinking to keep her awake every day. They knew she was having nightmares; just not what they were about, though...they could guess. She wasn't the only one plagued by images of being too late.

Sam spent a lot of his nights comforting Mikaela. Lennox slept very little but when he did, he always woke up in a cold sweat, his heart beating like a hummingbird's. When Optimus recharged, he also saw the accusing look, his brother yet another lost loved one, another life of their species gone quicker than he could mourn. Ironhide was always filled with guilt, the look making him beat himself up over not protecting Megatron like he had promised.

The nightmares were all very different, but they were all filled with the same outcome.

But none of the nightmares could compare to the experience.

Megatron blinked as he was once again roused from unconsciousness by cold water hitting his body. He looked up and saw Simmons and a few other agents glaring down at him.

"What is it this time? More needles? Beating? C'mon human, what do you want to do to me today?" He said, his snappy and sharp tongued attitude temporarily taking over.

He soon kicked it mentally, cursing his natural attitude to hell.

He grunted in pain as his face came into contact with the floor. The fists and hard footwear slammed into him from what seemed like every angle, as soon as one pulled back, another two were swinging back in. With his hands shackled and chained, he couldn't even defend himself, never mind fight back.

A foot slammed into his stomach and the oxygen rushed out of him, before he could take another breath, it happened again, and again. His stomach ached in pain, and he was sure at least a few ribs were broken by now. His lungs started to burn as they were deprived of air and he chocked feebly, the noise becoming harsher yet weaker as time stretched on.

The last thing he saw before blacking out yet again was Simmons' angry yet satisfied eyes.

"Sam! There you are!" Judy Witwicky called out as the door slammed shut behind the teen. "I thought you were never coming home! You spend so much time with those Autobots now!"

"Sorry mom, I just got tied up in some problems and forgot to call."

"Problems? What problems Sammy?"

"I'll tell you later." He sighed heavily. "I'll be back down in a minute, I'm just gunna change out of these clothes, I must stink like a dumpster by now."

"Take a shower!"

"Yeah, yeah..."

He threw his bag into his room and peeled his shirt off, throwing it on top of the laundry basket as he made his way to the shower. He stood under the warm water, letting it relax his tense muscles. He sighed in relief as the ache of his taut muscles vanished almost completely and he turned off the water, stepping out and drying himself.

After getting dressed he flopped down onto his bed and dozed peacefully for a few minutes."

"SAM! DINNER!" He groaned as his father's voice carried up the stairs and assaulted his ear drums. Nobody was ever quiet in his house. He reluctantly got up from his comfy heaven of stuffing and feathers before dragging himself down the stairs and sitting at the table.

He could tell his parents were watching him as they ate, wanting to ask him something. His mother soon broke the silence and asked him what he had promised to tell her earlier.

"So Sam...what's bothering you?" He sighed and played with his food, moving it around his plate with his fork.

"Remember the government group that came and arrested us because I'd been in contact with the Autobots?"

"The ones that stole my plants?"

"The ones that were all over my lawn?"

"That's...that's not the point...But anyway...they took one of my...friends because he's not exactly human."

"What do you mean Sam?" Ron Witwicky asked his son, thoroughly confused.

"He used to be one of the bots...but he turned into a human. And now Sector Seven has him and we can't find him."

"Do we know him?"

"Well...sorta." Sam said, uncertain that he should tell his parents, fearing the wrath of his mother's baseball bat, even if it wasn't aimed at him.

"It'sMegatron." He said quickly.

"Wait, say that again, you were a little too quick." Sam took deep breath and repeated.

"It's Megatron." He flinched at his parents silence. The two just stared at him. He was a little afraid that he had broken their brains or something.

"Megatron? Megatron as in...the Decepticon. The Decepticon leader? The Decepticon leader that tried to take over the world? The Decepticon leader that tried to destroy MY LAWN?" His father yelled angrily.

"Ron!" His mother snapped. "Who cares about the lawn. We're talking about the evil robot that chased my baby through a city and tried to kill him. My baby!"

"Why are you even trying to help him? Just let him rot." His father muttered, cringing at the look Judy gave him. Megatron may have tried to kill people...but to wish death on him made them just as bad.

"Mom, the Allspark gave me a duty. It told me to keep watch over Megatron and keep him safe. He was turned into a human as a second change that he won't mess up. As much as I hate to admit it, apart from the human culture, he's coping pretty well. I have to find him."

"Who cared what the Allspark said. He tried to kill our race Sam, he deserv-"

"Ron! Stop!" Judy snapped at her husband again, thrusting a fork at him. "Eat!"

Her husband grumbled quietly before continuing to eat. He hadn't had his coffee yet, not having time this morning, he was always grumpy when he hadn't drank it.

"Sam, honey. You've changed since the incident with the bots. You've grown into a man, and you can make your own decisions. Do whatever you think is right. If your heart is telling you to help Megatron, then do it. Just promise me something."

"What mom?"

"Promise me that you'll bring him round to meet us some time. Not so I can attack him with a bat, so I can make sure that he really has changed. Who known, your father might even like him!"

"I'll see what I can do...but...it depends on the condition he's in when we find him."

"If he's alive, he may need some time depending on what they're doing to him, but maybe the social contact will help him recover. I'm a mother, I know how to deal with emotional pain, even if he's a giant alien robot and not my child."

"Okay, thanks for the advice mom." He got up and went to go up the stairs to grab his bag and meet Bumblebee outside. "Oh, and Dad?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"You just dropped food down your shirt."

"...Aw crap..."

"Ron! We're at the table! Language!"