A/N: sorry about the delay my friends. I've started a new job and things have been hectic.

All autobots and ally Decepticons were informed of the catalyst's state. The doctors informed their human companions that if she didn't wake up within at least a week then she might never come to. The autobots noticed Starscream's restless state. The bot was never around for very long. Once or twice he'd been seen near Kit's window but wouldn't stay long. That in itself was setting Jazz on edge. Optimus had left the small Solstice in charge of watching over her. It had been a few days since Kit had come in unconscious. They had yet to try her friends, but the autobot was hesitant to do so. From what he could gather the three of them parted on bad terms, and the last thing he needed right now was a squabble among the humans here. It was bad enough having the Decepticons and Autobots on the base together. It was all right with him and Starscream being here but the others were testing his patience.

"Jazz?"

It took the autobot a moment to snap out of his musing. Hotshot was standing there. The yellow mustang seemed irritated or something and Jazz knew something bad was about to happen.

"What?"

"Optimus suggested sending in her friends' one at a time to try and get her out of this. We're running out of time."

"I know."

"What ever happened in the past they've gotten past it enough to be here and stomach standing in the same room."

The autobot was not so sure about this. The way he phrased that made it sound wrong, as if in the past Kit hadn't been worth their time to be around. It was almost like comparing her to a disease.

"Starscream isn't going to like this…" Jazz started hesitantly.

"You shouldn't care what he thinks. She needs to come to…"

Jazz turned on Hotshot in an instant, his eyes blazing in anger at the younger bot. Now wasn't the time to let stupidity cloud their thinking. As of this moment Blackout, Thundercracker, and Starscream were allies. For the sake of one human they'd tolerate their presence.

"It matter because he's her first and foremost guardian."

"He's abandoned her."

Before the argument could continue Blackout plowed into Hotshot. A fight ensued. Blackout was pissed that an autobot had the audacity to attack Starscream for caring for a human. That's what this entire thing had been about the intermingling of humans and Decepticons. To these autobots it seemed as if they had the exclusive rights to interact with the humans of this world and make friends with them. Optimus watched the battle for only a moment before he decided to do something. Optimus came in time to order Hotshot off the base. The semi was getting just about as irritated by this as Jazz was.

"That is enough!" the autobot leader spouted.

Everything went quiet. All the Decepticons that had gathered were still. Jazz took this moment to get a word in with Optimus. If they were going to have any chance with getting Kit to wake up they couldn't have the Decepticons riled up causing havoc. Now was a time to be focused on the problem at hand, to get Kit back and to prepare for the final confrontation.

"Optimus request permission to speak," Jazz started.

"Permission granted."

"The tension it getting thicker and thicker. I think it would be best if you sent all autobots off base."

"I think that would be wise."

"Optimus you can't be seriously thinking about this…" Hotshot protested.

"For the safety of these people on the base and the catalyst, I order all autobots except Jazz off base."

There were a lot of protests but they were silenced quickly as all autobots were kicked off base. Jazz sighed in annoyance. He was sure if that he had been human a migraine the size of Texas would have probably formed behind his eyes.

"All this trouble just for one person."

Jazz and the Decepticons turned to see Anastasia leaning against a post. "Why not let her go so she can't be used by them."

All bots turned to face her. Some had shocked looks on their faces. Storm Chaser frowned as he came in hearing that. Were these people so callous they'd push her aside that easily. It goes to show that Kit hadn't been exaggerating on how badly the terms they had parted on were.

"Could you put the bullet in her head?" the disgruntled pilot asked.

Anastasia paled and shook her head as if the thought of the blood sickened her. "That's what I thought."

Brandon was standing a few feet away near where Jazz stood. His look was a sad one. Brandon had talked to Jazz a lot and was getting to know the silver Pontiac. They had discussed more often than not Kit's relationship with Starscream and the other Decepticons versus the autobots. It didn't take long for Brandon to realize that standing with the three Decepticons is where Kit belonged.

"Hey Jazz, I'll try first." Brandon offered.

The bot nodded. Storm Chaser led Brandon to Kit's room. Brandon stood there listening to the heart monitor. The room was your typical white and it smelled like disinfectant and medication. He ran his fingers through his short brown locks. A heavy sigh escaped his lips. Going to the bed side he pulled up a chair. Something made him take her hand. He bent his head and his eyes stung. Despite the bad things that happened in the past seeing her hurt like this.

"Come on Kit those idiot Decepticons are getting into trouble without you around to keep them in line."

There was no movement. He sighed. Brandon knew there were only two people that might be able to get her out of this. The sad part was the one of them was lying six feet under in some cemetery in Kentucky. His mind got to thinking maybe it wasn't going to be them who could bring her out of this. It was the Decepticon that took care of Kit. Shaking his head he turned his attention towards the unconscious pilot.

"Do you remember the funniest moment that we had when we were friends?"

Kit didn't move and the monitors were steady. "I remember it like it was yesterday."

He chuckled to himself.

"Not one of us guys knew what was happening until we were in the car half-way to the hospital. You were the calmest one out of everyone there. You were injured and yet you were acting like it was everyday thing."

"It was only because of me," a familiar voice said from the doorway.

Brandon rolled his eyes. Turning to look over his shoulder he saw her leaning against the doorframe staring at them. The glittering of the ring on her hand was unmistakable. Shaking his head he turned back to face the unconscious Kit. She was pale and only getting paler. He wondered if she was giving up so easily where ever it was that she was in her mind. He wondered why it was she wasn't fighting to get back to her Decepticon friends, the ones that meant the world to her. That made him decide right at that moment that he should confront the Decepticon known as Starscream.

"Why are you even here?" Brandon asked.

"Why are you here?" she asked in retaliation.

"I'm here to try and help."

"Then I guess that I'm not needed here then."

The girl turned to leave but his words stopped her.

"Did she mean anything at all to you?"

"What's the point of sticking around if she's not going to be happy for me?"

Brandon gave out a humor-less half laugh. He figured it was something stupid like that. He felt movement in the hand that was holding hers.

"She was just asking to be loved and I'll even admit that I denied her it."

"Kit was always selfish."

"That's the pot calling the kettle black. You were just as selfish when it came to getting what you wanted."

The twitching that Kit was going through was only getting stronger. His gaze never left Anastasia's. He was going to win this verbal spar even if it killed him.

"Why are you even bothering defending her you were just as bad?"

Brandon started to hope that this would bring Kit back to her companions that really needed her but what happened next they didn't count on. The heart monitor flat lined. The blood drained from the two's faces. They knew what was happening and they hoped somewhere in the deep recesses of their minds that she'd come back, if not for their sakes for the sake of the world and the three bots that had taken a deep liking to her. The two humans were pushed from the room and as if they had super hearing all Decepticons tensed not know what exactly had happened. Starscream was nowhere to be found. The Decepticons gathered closer to the hospital trying to get word on their companion.

Hours later

Starscream landed heavily on the base. His mind was still no clearer than it had been before he left. When he saw the other Decepticons and Jazz standing around the hospital made him tense. In a few strides he was beside his counterpart on the autobot side wondering if the worst had happened and Kit had died.

"How is she?"

"They haven't told us anything. They kicked the two humans out of her room. Things aren't looking good Starscream."

"What's the point of having hope for someone that gives up all the time?"

Both bots turned to see Anastasia standing there leaning against the pillar of the over hang in front of the hospital. Her eyes were cold and emotionless. She was looking at her nails as if they were the most important thing right at that moment. Both of Kit's guardians bristled in anger.

"You know nothing about her then," Jazz started.

"What's there to know? She joined the air force because she gave up trying to have a relationship with those at home. She couldn't handle the fact that she couldn't have what she wanted all the time."

Brandon turned his dark gaze on Anastasia and a glaring match started.

"Well with your abandoning of the family I wouldn't blame her."

"I didn't abandon anyone…"

"ENOUGH!!!" Jazz shouted as his control finally snapped.

He had finally had it with these people. They were trying to keep Kit alive not give her a reason to give up again. All bots and human's witnessing the dispute stared at the autobot in confusion. They had never seen Jazz that pissed off. Before he could go and tell the rest of the group off Storm Chaser and Mallard came out. The two looked like they had been sent through hell and back. Brandon and Anastasia didn't belong on this base or anywhere near Kit.

"How is she?" Blackout asked the two pilots.

"Her heart stopped twice but they managed to bring her back both times. She's stable again now."

"Is she conscious?" Starscream demanded.

"Kit is conscious but very disoriented. We won't know if everything is all right until she starts to speak with us."

The bots accepted that and if they could have they would have breathed a sigh of relief. Starscream stood a short distance away watching the others. He was about to walk away when a hand landed on his shoulder.

"Don't walk away this time," Blackout stated calmly to his brother-in-arms. "If she wasn't worth your time now what was the point of giving her hope again?"

"Hope is a useless emotion."

"No it isn't," Brandon's voice rang out.

The two bots turned to see Brandon standing there. He had a determined look on his face. "Hope gives us the means to fight even though the odds are stacked against us."

"That…"

"Let me finish. In giving her hope you've given her a reason to fight back. She could have given up in there but fought her way back to consciousness just to make sure that you're going to stay beside her. Be the friend that we her past friends failed to be. Be the light in her eyes. I know that you may not give a crap whether or not the human race lives or dies but even if you let her die in the coming battle you've given her something special. A chance to live again, a chance to trust again, and most importantly you brought back the person that we once loved."

Anastasia walked out and stood beside Brandon. She ran her fingers through her dark hair trying to calm the tangles. A heavy sigh escaped her throat.

"I'd have to agree with him. From what Storm Chaser told us you've taken the scared rabbit she used to be and turned her into something greater than herself. Now don't be stupid and throw away her friendship and trust because of you're sense of pride."

Starscream didn't say anything. He pushed Blackout's hand off his shoulder and shift as he shot into the night sky. The humans and bots alike looked upon the stars in disappointment.