Decepticon Rodimus Fan

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63064681/chapters/161506990

He feels optic fluid run down his faceplate. No one is coming. He had run his servo around the walls on the first day, and it didn’t even seem like this room had a door. He really was just left in a box to rust away. If it was someone who wanted information, there would have been questions. If someone wanted to just kill him, there were far easier ways. If he was to be sold to the highest bidder as a slave or just a trophy, he would be on display and better fed.   Whoever has him must hate him. Maybe there was a camera out of his reach just recording this torture. Rodimus was finally happy. His life had improved so much with Megatron as his co-captain, only for it to be ripped away from him because of one stupid mistake. Now who was he supposed to become? Tarn's words sooth his aching spark, maybe Tarn will be the one to free him from his guilt? Rodimus doesn't want to be alone anymore- Never again.