Here's the next chapter. Sorry it took so long, but I've been tied up. The next may take even longer as I'm starting school again soon and that's going to take up a lot of time since it's my last, and GCSE year. Wish me luck!

Over the next few days, the exhausted team rested as much as they could, doing nothing short of cherishing the quiet after the storm that they had earned after all of their hard work. They took shifts on keeping an eye on Matt. There was no way that they were going to let him slip away after all they had done to save him.

At the present time, he wasn't getting worse, but he also wasn't getting better. He was still unconscious, and Marissa had set up an IV to get the missing nutrients into his system as quickly as possible.

The whole base was solemn, not even celebrating that they had gotten him out of there. They didn't know if they had truly saved him yet, for all they know, he could slip through their fingers again at any moment, this time for good.

The current one of shift was Blackout. The large black helicopter stared down at the limp, battered and broken human lying on the bed, unmoving as the machines beeped and trilled around him. It was hard to believe that this was the being that had plunged the whole planet into a war. Hard to believe that this was the strong leader that they had all respected, who they had followed for all those years.

He had once hated him, hated him for destroying their planet and making each and every one of them fear for their lives, making them fight who had once been family and friends to survive a pointless battle.

And he could kill him right now. He was defenceless, unconscious and in a weak body that he could crush and maim with one swipe of a single claw.

But he wouldn't.

He had gone with the Autobots for a reason; he had actually wanted to save his former leader. The mech, or man, had changed greatly over the past few months that he had been human and had become an overall better person. He interacted with people better, he was nicer, and he was helpful.

He was often seen helping Ratchet with medical equipment, having formed a tight, and somehow friendly (which seemed impossibly with the outgoing personality of the medic and his tendency to snap and throw wrenches at the people around him) relationship with the mech.

He also sometimes helped Ironhide with some small parts in his weapons that he couldn't get to, reaching inside with his now small human hands, and digging something out or tweaking something. They didn't have the best relationship, but it was civil and they trusted each other enough. They still argued at times, but it seemed more like play fighting now than anything else.

Sarah, Will's wife, even trusted him to an extent now. If she brought Annabelle to the base, she sometimes asked Megatron to keep an eye on her whilst she did something. Of course, she would trust him after Annabelle had gone crawling off and nearly gotten hit by a car. Sarah felt a little guilty about the bruise he had gotten across his ribs from throwing himself at the car to stop it from driving.

He had simply laughed and waved it off, playfully saying that if it happened again, he was going to jump in the car, push the driver out and keep driving himself.

Sam had once made a comment about him being a mother and gotten promptly punched for, getting scolded by Mikaela for saying that, and Megatron also got a good telling off for not being in control of his temper. Both had rolled their eyes and gone back to their activities, Megatron watching Annabelle and Sam washing Bee's alt mode.

So he wouldn't kill the now human, he would give him a second chance, a chance to redeem himself with the copter and improve their relationship.

"Hey sweetie, look who it is!" Sarah said, holding up Annabelle so that she could see the figure in the bed. He still hadn't woken up after yet another day. They had started to worry, but Ratchet had just explained that his body needed recovery time, and he was also just catching up on the sleep he had lost over his month in captivity.

It was unnerving to see the strong man like this. He had been cleaned up a little more before Annabelle had been brought in as Sarah worked her shift at keeping an eye on him, a shift that she had willingly volunteered for. She brushed some hair out of his face, carefully avoiding the stitched up slash wound from a knife on his left cheek.

She smiled as she remembered something from just a month back.

"Annabelle? Annabelle!" Sarah called as she looked around frantically for her precious little girl. She had turned her back for one minute, and when she had turned to look at Anna again, she was gone.

"Will, I can't find Anna!" She exclaimed to her husband as she walked into the hangar. Will and the Autobots he was conversing with looking down at her.

"You lost her?"

"She just crawled away, I only turned my back for a minute, I can't find her anywhere."

They searched around the base for the best part of half an hour, they were just about to give up and look at the security cameras when Mikaela spotted Annabelle crawling across the road in the middle of the base.

"There she is!"

Sarah turned and was relieved, but then screamed in horror as she saw the car heading towards her little girl. There was no way they could run up and stop it from this far away.

The man had seemingly come out of nowhere, hurling himself at the front of the car, the front of the right side of his ribs colliding with the car as he planted his hands on the hood.

The car screeched to halt and they all almost collapsed with relief.

"Anna!" Sarah and Will ran up, picking up their daughter and hugging her close, glad to see her safe.

"Jesus, are you alright man?"

They then remembered the man that had jumped in front of the car, and gasped when they noticed that it was Megatron. Epps, the one that had been driving the car, was crouched down next to the man, a hand on his shoulder. Megatron was leaning against the side of the car, just where the front wheel was, his hand where he had collided with the car.

"I'll live." He grunted, standing up shakily. He winced in pain as his side protested. "Frag." He muttered under his breath as he stood up straight and white hot pain shot up his side.

"Oh my god!" Sarah cried, shoving Annabelle into her husband's arms and running over. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry you had to do that, but thank you so much! You're not hurt too badly are you? I'll never forgive myself if you are!" She was close to tears by this point, the man may have been the ex-leader of the Decepticons, but he had just saved her daughter's life. And it he wouldn't have had to put himself in the line of the car if she had been watching Anna better.

"It's fine, don't worry." He reassured her. "At least the kid is okay right. She would have been worse off that me that's for sure." He leaned back against the car and grimaced as his side throbbed. "Ow..."

"Still, I'm so sorry! It's all my fault for not watching her." She looked up from the ground when Megatron laughed quietly.

"Calm down, like I said, its okay. Just don't do it again or I'm gunna push the guy out from behind the wheel and run YOU over." He grinned.

Sarah laughed, feeling a little better.

All the while, the Autobots gawped at the scene. Ratchet smiled and gave Optimus a knowing look, which the Semi looked confused at, before walking back into the main hangar.

Megatron wasn't all THAT bad a person.

She had spent the rest of the week apologizing, nearly sobbing when she saw the bruise that covered the right side of his ribs. Megaton was incredibly patient though; he kept reassuring her and telling her that he did it of his own free will, even as Marissa wrapped up his ribs.

Her smile faded as she thought of the pain, both physical and emotional, he must have gone through over the month he had been in captivity.

Annabelle giggled and hugged his arm, cooing happily to see one of her favourite baby sitters. Sarah smiled and chuckled at her baby's antics. She was just glad Matt was out of there.

Ratchet sighed as he scanned the hybrid's vitals again. He was in a stable condition, the vital fluids and the antibiotics fighting against infection were causing him no harm and he was steadily improving.

But he wasn't showing any signs of waking up. His blood and oxygen levels in the brain were still reduced, and it was still shut down. It was like he was in a coma, but he really hoped that he wasn't.

With the injuries he had, if he actually was in a coma, and had had a severe head injury during his time with Sector Seven, which he probably had, he may not ever wake up, and may die.

He didn't want the human/Cybertronian to die, when he had just started to fit into his role of being a human. He was learning something new about them every day, becoming more normal in society as he learned how to act and speak. His attitude was changing from an angry and cold one, to a warm and friendlier one, unless someone angered him.

If someone threatened someone he cared about, or Sam couldn't keep his mouth shut, nothing could hold him back. He was passionate about protecting people, and his tongue had become so sharp when using human insults, that he often left Sam gaping and speechless, looking like a fish out of water.

He had become quite a good friend to the medic also. He was more co-operative during the medical scans to check his progress changing back, and sometimes helped him when he needed it.

His process in changing back was truly strange. Sometimes, the metal broke through the skin, but others, it just took over the structure of the bones. When Ratchet had examined the shoulder wound, he could see straight through to the bone, and he could see that the entire shoulder blade was a shiny silver colour. His blood was tinged with Energon, but it wasn't doing anything to harm him, it was as if his heart had changed and adapted during the transformation to become much more durable when pumping the tinted blood through his system.

It pained him at times, to see Megatron in agony due to the metal causing him problems, despite all that he had done. But something wasn't quite right. When Ratchet spoke of a certain space in time, in that one time, he looked at him blankly, as if he didn't know what he was talking about. It was like the time he was talking about, didn't exist to him. Like it had been erased from his memory.

So he couldn't blame Megatron for the war, when the mech didn't even know what had happened.

And when he was in pain, all he could do was dose him up to the eyeballs in painkillers, and watch as the transformation continued, as he was helpless to stop it, to stop the pain. It had become something people got used to on the base, which Megatron now stayed in most often so his health could be monitored by the medic, the people got used to seeing him full of drugs, and knew how to act around him. They were patient when he took time to respond through the haze his mind had become, when he moved a little slow. But they didn't have to interact with him much in that time at all. Most of that time, he just stayed in Ratchet's make shift 'med-bay', curled up on one of the beds and slept through it.

That was something else everyone got used to. It was no longer and abnormality to walk into the med-bay and see the two together, either both awake, or the one human asleep.

He still remembered the look on Marissa's face when she had walked in that day, before people had adapted to the sight.

Ratchet looked up as Marissa walked in through the doors of the med-bay and she smiled up at him.

"Hey Ratchet, I see you're making use of the cargo crates we brought in." The humans had dragged a bunch of the crates in, a range of different sizes, and they were now being used as a form of furniture. The large crates were used as tables, while the slightly smaller were used as a seat. The metal was strong enough to support them, so they had just decided to use them for such uses. And they had no use for beds, they just recharged in their alt modes, so they had the basic necessities thanks to the human's, yet again.

"Yes, they were rather helpful, thank you."

"No proble- Huh?" Her eyes widened as she moved closer to Ratchet and saw the human sitting on one of his legs, leaning against the mech's middle

"Is that Matt?"

"Yes, he was helping me tweak something in my leg that jammed, but the painkillers I've dosed him with make him tired easily. He fell asleep where he was sat right after he finished, and I hadn't the spark to move him." Marissa laughed quietly, keeping her voice down so she didn't wake him up.

"Was there something you wanted?"

"Oh, not really Ratchet. Optimus just wanted me to tell you that everyone's meeting at the lookout tonight, so come there when you're ready. Bring Matt too if you want company!"

"I'll keep that in mind Marissa, thank you."

"No problem Ratch, see ya!"

Ratchet smiled at the memory and looked over more scans, making sure that everything was alright.

The human was amusing, that was for sure, and not in a cruel 'making fun of him' way. He had a good sense of humour when he wanted to and the medic found that he could actually relax around him. They both had similar opinions and attitudes, both having short tempers with anyone who decided to be annoying because they found it funny.

They often laughed after Ratchet threw a wrench at one of the mechs who couldn't contain their childish nature. And the hummer was almost on the floor once when he watched Megatron hurl a file at Leo when the teen came began being an idiot in the med-bay. It had hit him right between the eyes and left a mark between them. He had looked at Matt wide eyes before running out in fear of something heavier being thrown at him.

The medic looked down with wide optics as he heard a groan, and he saw Matt frown, shifting slightly as he woke.

"OPTIMUS!"