read on the net that it takes about a month to die of starvation which is perfect time for this fic, so I'm using that estimate, just gotta make sure he gets some water xD I'll make someone in S7 take pity on him a few times.

"Glen, have you found anything?"

"Not yet, I'm still trying to think of a way to find out where the hell they could be."

Maggie sighed and gracelessly flopped down into a chair next to her dark skinned friend. The light from the computer screen glinted off of the lenses of his glasses and his fingers danced across the keyboard. The information flew across the screen, but Maggie didn't take any of it in. The longer they took to find Matt, the more distracted she became.

The once nightmares had become daydreams, and finally memories. The image of the lifeless and accusing eyes never left her mind as he fought to try and find him. She kept on telling herself that he was alive, and that they would find him before things got even worse, but the more time that passed, her hope and will started dwindling into almost nothing.

The only thing that kept her going was Optimus, strangely enough. The big mech was full of determination and enough hope to fill everyone in the base and encourage them to keep trying, to find a way to track Sector Seven down. His blue optics were troubled, and it became obvious that he was suffering thoughts of possible outcomes also. About as obvious as it had been to look at Maggie and tell that that was all she thought about lately.

She tried to balance out her memories. Whenever she saw the cell, its surfaces dripping with blood, she quickly shook herself and thought of something positive. Matt's smile, his naive nature, that cute little confused look he got when he didn't understand something human, their first kiss...

She smiled as she thought of the first time they had kissed, how awkward Megatron had been. It may have been an awkward moment. But it was one god damned awkward moment that she treasured with her whole heart.

"Ms Madsen? Are you alright?" She looked up to see Optimus looming over her. 'that's what the shadow was' she thought. His optics were full of concern as he stared down at her and she smiled reassuringly.

"I'm fine Optimus; I'm just a little worried. And didn't I tell you to quit with the 'Ms Madsen' crap? Call me Maggie."

"You're not the only one that worries for him." He sat down carefully on the ground so she wouldn't strain her neck as much looking up at him. "I can't help but think that every minute that we don't find them, he suffers even more."

"You love him? Don't you?"

"He's my brother. The only family I have left. I have never wished any harm upon him despite his actions. Now he is human, the feeling to keep him safe is even stronger. He's much more fragile now, physically and mentally. He may be my older brother, but my parents always used to say that the roles were reversed, that I was the one who kept him out of trouble rather than the other way around, that one day I would be the one having to help him."

"I guess they were right." She sighed sadly. "All I see at night now is him, in a cell. Never alive, his eyes are always lifeless and almost...accusing. That's is my fault he's dead because I wasn't quick enough."

"Even if he is dead, you know he wouldn't blame you Maggie."

"He's not dead! Don't think like that!" She suddenly yelled, her emotions exploding in an outburst of panic and anger. The room went silent after her shout, all looking towards her and the Autobot leader with a sense of pity in their gazes.

"I never said that he was. I am merely saying, that he would never blame you for anything that happened to him. He never would."

"He's right." Maggie turned in her chair to see Mikaela behind her, her cheeks streaked with mascara and her eyes red and puffy from crying. "He loves you too much for that. Everyone's worried, but we just have to think positive."

"Why are you so worried?" Maggie asked. She wasn't asking with venomous intent, she was truly curious why.

"He reminds me so much of my Dad." The teen said, getting out some tissue and dabbing at her eyes, trying to remove some of the mascara streaks. "He's got the same attitude, and he does so many things similarly."

"Where is your father anyway?"

"He's in prison. He got arrested for Grand Theft Auto and even when the cops had him, he still refused to say who his accomplices were." She said, sniffing miserably. "With Megatron, my supposed 'uncle', he is that in so many ways. He's so much like my father, that this is almost like losing another. I just want him safe, like he wanted me when Barricade took me. Lennox said he could see how worried he was." Mikaela chuckled.

Maggie smirked. "He like that isn't he. He tried to hide his emotions, but he never succeeds."

They both laughed despite their sadness, Optimus joining in once he realised the truth behind their statement of the Decepticon's behaviour.

If Megatron had thought that having his senses decreased by becoming human was strange and unnerving, this was pure hell. The room had become completely silent, the lights turned off so that the room was so dark that he couldn't even see his own hand in front of him and even though that may be, they had still tied a blindfold over his eyes after a few minutes, wanting to make him know that they were controlling only thing he could smell was his own sweat and the horrible, lingering scent of his blood.

Sensory Deprivation.

It wasn't a painful, agonizing torture, but it made him incredibly nervous. Anything could be happening around him and he would have absolutely no idea. He hated it with his whole spark...or heart. He didn't know how long he had been here, but days seemed like a good estimate. He wrapped his arms around his middle, the discomfort from not eating for over a week really starting to show.

He had had very little water too, and he felt incredibly weak from dehydration. The sweat from the episodes of pain also made him dry out faster, so if this water deprivation kept up much longer, he didn't know what would happen, but he didn't think it would be good. He didn't know much about humans, but he knew that if they were left a long time without water, they would die from the dehydration. The same for starvation, though that took longer.

He shivered at the cold in the cell, hugging himself tightly to try and hold some heat in.

"Guys! I think I found a way we can find them!" Glen gulped as everyone, even the Bots and Cons, suddenly surrounded him, their eyes, or optics, fully focused on him.

"Does anyone have Simmons' cell number?" He asked shaking himself out of his self-consciousness.

"Yes, unfortunately." Will said, not even attempting to mutter the last part. He got out his cell and searched for Simmons' number. "I had it just in case anything I needed S7's help with popped up."

"if you call him, I could track the signal and find where its coming from, that'll tell us where the base is!"

"What do I call him about?" Lennox asked, silently wondering why he was the one who had been nominated to do this.