REVISED

Hey all! Thank you so much for your encouragement! I've decided to make one more update for the weekend! I, most likely, won't update every day like I have these past three updates, but do not despair! I'll update regularly just to keep you on your toes )

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, blah blah blah, I DO own Project Seven blah blah blah, you guys get the point by now right?

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"Okay, enough checking out the scenery, it's time to go!" the girl thought to herself as she began to creep away.

"Where are you going, child?" the voice came from behind.

The girl turned to see nothing but the large Truck that she had just left. Looking around, she began to back up.

"Where did that come from?!" she asked herself as she backed up into the smaller, grayish sport scar, which then rumbled it's engine. She fell to the ground and scrambled away from the vehicle

This seemed to cause a chain reaction, the other vehicles engines revving and roaring. The humans within the confines of the yellow sports car also began to stir as she could see them open their eyes and look around to see what was going on. She turned and crawled away before standing up on her feet and taking a few sprinted leaps away. She turned back around and looked to see that the two humans had exited the Camaro's cabin and were running towards her. She growled and stood in a defensive position, threatening the younger humans enough that they stopped in their tracks.

"Whoa, easy! No one here is going to hurt you!" The male human shouted.

The cars all then seemed to change. Gears were grinding, the sound of metal scraping against metal caused her to flinch. The parts ground against each other and interchanged on each one of the... things...

"Please, do not be frightened," the largest robot that had turned from the truck that she had been sleeping in walked towards her as well.

The girl was about to clench her teeth and stand firm in battle mode when she remembered what Lillian had asked her to do.

"...I have to ask you not to hurt anyone unless you're in danger... Just as long as you understand how important that is, then I'll feel a little better knowing that I've done the right thing..." she remembered as her thoughts jumped from that to the human boy telling her that no one was going to harm her.

"I can't fight them if their intentions aren't to harm me..." the girl thought, relaxing her body a little.

The girl looked down at her right arm and saw that the metal appendage was exposed, the gloves and the overcoat had been removed. This alarmed her a little as she looked over her entire body, making sure there were no damages.

"Here," the larger robot handed the clothing that she had noticed were missing, and she stepped forward towards the hand, yanking the clothing out of it's grasp. She quickly covered herself, bundling the heavy coat around her.

"We thought that you had been damaged and when we removed those items, that's when we noticed your arm, and legs..." the robot explained.

The other human approached the girl, looking to her with remorse, "Did you get those from... an accident?" the female asked in a soft tone.

The girl looked away coldly. She was told not to harm them, she wasn't told not to have a distrust towards them.

"We know you can talk, we've heard it... So what's your problem?" the human male asked as the robots moved closer to her.

"What do you want from me?" the girl asked in a low tone.

"Well, for starters, we'd like to know what the heck it was that you did to help us last night!" the male went on.

The girl looked to all of the robots around her and said, "Why should I tell any of you?!"

"You've shown great abilities, and you saved the other two children, as well as one of our own. We wanted to know how it was that you were able to do those things, but we didn't have much time to speak during the problems that we had encountered," the larger robot spoke again.

"So... Who are all of you?" The girl asked.

The larger robot began to point to the others and said, "We are the Autobots. At the other end, there, is Jazz," the one that had transformed from the grayish sports car nodded, "Bumblebee," the yellow robot gave a cheerful wave, "Ironhide," the metallic robot with canons attached to his arms and back nodded, "Ratchet," another grayish robot gave a nod, "And I am Optimus Prime."

The humans spoke up and said, "I'm Sam, and this is Mikaela."

Mikaela asked, "What's your name?"

This made the girl divert her eyes away from them for a moment as she said, "I... don't really have a name..."

The others looked to each other, exchanging glances.

Sam turned to Ratchet and asked, "I thought you said that she didn't have any injuries?"

Ratchet shook his head and replied, "I didn't miss anything. The girl is uninjured as far as my sensors can tell."

"No... I remember what I am, and my life... I just don't have the kind of name that you have..." The girl responded.

"What you are? The kind of name?" Mikaela asked.

"Yeah... I was given a number assigned to the order that I was created... I was number Seven. That's all I was ever called," the girl explained.

"The order that you were created? You mean in your family, you were the seventh kid?" Sam asked.

"...Family?" the girl had never thought of the others that she had been created along with as a "family". They had only ever been referred to as "projects"... Well, perhaps she thought of one of her kind as close enough to be "family"...

"Are you sure you're feeling okay?" Sam asked.

"I just... don't really have a family..." the girl responded.

"Well what else would you have? Didn't you, at least, have parents?" Mikaela wondered what was going through the girl's mind.

"I never had parents, just people that ran "tests" on me, and had me complete battle simulations..." the girl looked to the ground.

"Tests? Battle simulations? What kind of people did you live with?!" Sam asked.

"I guess the best way to describe my place in this world is to say it was, by no means, accidental. Twenty years ago, I was born as an experiment to discover the best one-person army... I was given an number by the order I was created because there were six other, failing, experiments that were to be replaced as soon as I had completed all of the training exercises to prove my worth for battle..." The girl responded.

There was a long pause of silence until Optimus spoke again, "Who was it that created you?"

"There are many sections of the government that are kept undisclosed to the public... Section eleven and Section Seven were partners in the creation of the project that I have been designed under..."

"Your arm and legs are very similar to our own... Do you say that your own kind did this work to you?" Ratchet asked.

"I suppose so... I mean, I've never seen anything like any of you before..." the girl replied looking up into the faces of the Autobots.

"Are you... Are you all created under another project?" she asked, somewhat curious herself.

"Not at all. We've come here from the planet Cybertron, looking for the source to save our own planet. We've only just arrived to this planet as of a few days ago. We were trying to find the map that would lead us to the source but..." Optimus explained before he seemed to lose his train of thought.

"But what?" the girl asked.

"The map that we had come here for... was accidentally destroyed during the time that we tried to run from the humans after running into you..." he finished.

"I'm sorry to hear that..." the girl said as she noticed all of the robots seemed to looked distressed over the idea of losing their "map".

"So, Seven was it? Where are you from?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject.

"I was never supposed to be told where I was exactly. That way if I had been captured by an enemy they wouldn't have a way of getting that information out of me... I don't even know where the hell I am right now..." the girl replied.

"We are located about fifteen miles east of a city called "Los Angelas". That's where we had met you," Optimus replied.

"So..." Mikaela started, "So... how exactly did you get the metal arm and legs anyway? It wasn't an accident... Was it?"

"...It was by no means an accident... Not long after I was created, my right arm and legs were amputated, and later replaced with these mechanisms," The girl's temper began to rise. She didn't want to have to remember any of it.

"How was it that you managed to make it to Los Angeles?" Sam asked.

"I was at the end of one of their "experiments" and I lost my temper... They were trying to find out how long a creation of theirs could go without nourishment, so they would know how long to leave me with the enemy if it came to it... I was approaching my twenty-third day when I was told that if I didn't speak to them by then, I would not ever be given anything for nourishment and would be marked as a failed project when I would die... The idea of that didn't sit well with me, of course, so I managed to escape... Someone who wanted to give me a chance... She helped me escape after I got most of the way out, and brought me close to where you had found me... Not long after she left, I guess that's when I ran into all of you... literally..." the girl explained, rubbing the goose egg on her noggin.

Optimus looked to Sam and Mikaela and asked, "Is this what humans do to one another?"

"I've... I've never heard of anything like this before..." Sam replied.

"I'm not surprised that you haven't... Like I said, it's a major cover-up by the government," the girl replied as she turned her back solemnly to the group, looking into the rising of the sun, "I doubt that even the president of this country even knows about me or the others..."

"Are there... Any others left alive besides you?" Mikaela asked, feeling a wave of sadness pass over her.

Seven looked to them from the corner of an eye, "No... No one else survived..."