Everyone stared at Ironhide's phone, Ironhide quickly answering it and putting it on speaker.

"Will?" He asked.

"Guess again, asshole." A male voice responded.

"Justin... Where's my fucking boyfriend?!" Ironhide shouted.

"A little.. tied up, at the moment. Here." Justin responded. He placed the phone to Will, who was gagged, with tape overtop the gag, and tied to a metal pole, covered in injuries.

"Will?" Ironhide asked. Will tried to scream for help, but it all came out muffled, tears streaming down his dirty cheeks.

"That's enough chatter for tonight." Justin stated, walking away. Will screamed for help, but alas, it came out as muffled. He just sobbed, softly, but it came out silently.

"I swear to fucking god, Justin, if you so much as laid a single finger on him--" Ironhide started.

"You'll what? Kill me? You don't even know where I am." Justin cackled, hanging up the phone. He approached Will, and backhanded him. "You piece of shit! You're going to regret ever meeting me. I'll make sure of it." He threatened, kicking Will in the stomach.

As the night continued on, Will was tortured, relentlessly. He was hit with a whip, had glass smashed on him, beaten for crying.

"Shit the fuck up, or I'll shut you up, forever!" Justin snarled. Will had quickly given up hope of ever being found alive, and just accepted his fate.

As the night pressed on, the torture only got worse. Having ice cold water, then instantly scolding hot water dumped on him, getting beaten with a metal baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it. To say he was in pain was an understatement.

"Do you honestly think I'll get arrested? Do you think Ryan actually loves you?" Justin taunted. When he received zero responses, he grabbed Will by his hair, slamming his head into the cold ass pole.

The next morning, Ironhide was playing a recording of that call, carefully listening to it before jumping up.

"Damn, 'Hide." Bee grumbled.

"I know where they're at! Call Prowl and tell him to meet us at the location we're headin'!" Ironhide ordered, grabbing his truck keys. Sam called Prowl, who soon met up with them at an abandoned warehouse.

"We gotta make a plan first, or--" Prowl started. Ironhide just pulled out a pistol and kicked the doors open.

"JUSTIN!" He raged.

"Or follow him." Jazz finished. Gunshots rang out from inside, so they all rushed in, spreading out. Injured henchmen of Justin laid on the ground, one bullet hole in an arm or leg. Prowl called in backup, and soon, they found Ironhide, his pistol facing his father's head, who was on the ground, bleeding.

"Ironhide, don't do it. Go look for Will." Noah stated.

"He kidnapped him... Give me one reason I shouldn't put a bullet in his head!" He snapped.

"Because then you're just as guilty as he is, and you'll go to prison, and be away from Will for even longer." Ratchet explained. Ironhide took in that explanation, and reluctantly lowered his pistol away, darting off.

With Will, he was all but unconscious, hearing gunshots and just pretty much accepting death.

"Will! Baby, answer me!" Ironhide shouted. Will tried to make any noise, but all he could make was a clanking sound with the chains on him by beating them against the pole. Ironhide heard the noise and kicked the door open, finding his boyfriend.

He rushed to Will, taking off the tape and gag, and getting the chains off him. Will just cried, hugging his boyfriend. "Shh.. I'm here, baby. I won't let anyone hurt you again, I promise." Ironhide murmured softly, picking Will up bridal style.

Outside, Ironhide tried to load Will into Ratchet's ambulance, but Will panicked, he wanted Ironhide with him.

"I'll drive your truck to the hospital while you ride with Will." Sam stated.

"Scratch the paint, I'll beat your ass." Ironhide growled, tossing his truck keys to the boy. He got in the ambulance, and Wheeljack closed the back doors then, sped off.

At the hospital, Will was told he had to stay in there to let his major injuries heal, and he had no complaint. He was just crying, curled up in Ironhide's warm, welcoming arms.

"H-he said he'd m-make me r-regret meeting h-him, s-said you d-didn't l-love me." Will sobbed.

"Shh.. it's over now, baby. And he was wrong. I do love you. I always will love you." Ironhide stated, firmly, holding Will close to him.

As Will fell asleep in his arms, Ironhide didn't have the heart to move, and soon, he fell asleep, holding Will in his arms.