Hey guys! Totally spaced writing the response to the reviewers for the Christmas chapter, so I'll catch up this time around for the last two chapter updates! I've decided to try updating on a Monday. Let's see how that goes. Oh! And I've revised, altogether so far, the first five chapters of the original Project Seven. The first two I never put the stamp "REVISED" on it because I didn't think of doing that at the time, but the other three do.

Responses for Chap 22:

GrimlockX4: Let's hope the cold doesn't take Cat out for good! Thanks for the support!

FORD B: Thank ya! I keep trying to find new ways to confuse and confound my readers with the ends of each chapter as well as the chapter teaser!

Response for Chap 23:

FORD B: Hope you had a happy holidays too!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, I own Cat, Rotten, Five and... Well pretty much any character you're sure that you've never heard of, if one happens to pop up.

Enjoy!

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"If you hand it over, maybe I'll let you live long enough to be my pet!" Megatron bellowed as he neared closer to Sam.

Sam was struggling to keep his hold on the old statue as he tried to maintain his balance, yet be the farthest away from Megatron as he possibly could.

"You're not getting this Allspark, Megatron!" Sam yelled, he could feel sweat pouring down his face as he looked over the edge. Seeing the ground so far beneath him made the poor teen grasp onto the Allspark and the statue even more.

The sickly laughs of Megatron suddenly made Sam even more aware of his situation.

"What are you waiting for, boy?" the evil Decepticon jeered.

"W-What? What are you talking about?" Something was wrong... This didn't seem right.

"Where is your savior?" Megatron continued, "Where is Prime? Why hasn't he come?"

Sam, once again, looked around the base of the building... There was nothing...

"I... I don't know! Optimus! Optimus, where are you?!" Sam yelled down, feeling a pang of uneasiness within him. His stomach turned as he heard nothing in response to his yells.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Sam yelled to Megatron.

"Oh, poor organic! The lowly creature doesn't understand that he's all alone now!" Megatron leaned over the edge of the building, looking at Sam directly and mocking his fear with a smirk upon his face plates. Sam was even more frightened now. He had nowhere to go, and no one to trust his life with.

"Do you understand, now, boy?" Megatron asked.

Sam was confused. This fact was not lost on the Decepticon leader, "Hehe... Prime is no longer! I am the only one with power over you! And now, the Allspark will be MINE!" Megatron yelled as he slashed his ball and chain at Sam, destroying the statue that he was holding onto, and sending him over the edge. Sam yelled, hoping that in this last moment, the Autobot leader would come to his aid, as he had before. He took a hold of the Allspark as tightly as possible and watched as he neared the cement ground. His face was mere inches away from death and-

Sam awoke with a startling jump as he shot up in bed. His breath was labored and sweat was rolling down his face, soaking his hair and clothing. The first thing that came to his mind was to jump out of bed and run to the window. He opened the window as fast and as roughly as he could and stuck his head out, looking around the corner of the house. Bumblebee sat in silence as his Camaro form was quiet in recharge.

Sam sighed with relief as he pulled his head back inside the house and shut the window slowly and quietly, careful not to wake anyone. He went back to his bed and sat down, still catching his breath. He started to wonder to himself as he allowed his mind to stop racing. He had been having nightmares like these ever since Cat had returned from her trip to her surrogate mother's grave. The night's have been uneasy and sleepless for him. It had been nearly a month, and every night was filled with unending nightmares about Megatron and the fight in Mission City. Each one consisting of the same type of ending. Every moment where he should have been saved by Cat, or an Autobot, ended in their disappearance and his own death. Well, at least he was sure that was how it was supposed to end. Every time he'd come to the parts where he was about to die, he'd wake in the same fashion. Sweaty, heart racing, and being able to feel the veins in his body pound with extra adrenaline.

He was growing tired of these sleepless nights. He was more frightened of the fact that he might, actually, wake up to find Bumblebee missing, or to wake and find himself as Megatron's pet. It was tiring, and Sam was beginning to feel helpless. He needed the advice of someone who might have an understanding of what he was feeling.

Looking to his clock, Sam saw the bright green numbers flip from 1:59 AM to 2:00 AM.

There was only one person who probably wouldn't kill him if Sam called them at this hour. He picked up his cell phone and dialed Cat's number.

*Ring...Ring...Ring...Ri-* The voicemail picked up.

"Hey, this is Cat!.... If this is one of the guys, STOP CALLING! I'll call you back when I check my phone!" Sam rolled his eyes, "And for anyone else, be sure to leave a message and I'll get back to you when it's possible!"

-BEEP-

"Uh... Hey Cat. You're probably asleep, but I thought I'd try to call anyway. Listen, I've had some strange dreams lately, and I know that you've had some in the past too... I just needed to talk about them to someone... Give me a call as soon as you can, okay? See ya," he hung up his phone and set it back on the charger next to his bed.

Sam laid back down in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. Yet another night that would end in no sleep...

--

Doctor Peterson had just arrived for his shift. He had left his messenger bag and briefcase in the quiet medical bay and went straight to the lounge to catch the last of the coffee. They used to have a coffee maker in the med bay, but it suddenly took to disappearing... He wasn't sure how, or why, but he was certain that getting the budget committee to buy a new one would be next to impossible, so he always tried to make it to the kitchen before they ran out. The kitchen staff of the Dam was usually good about keeping the pot filled all day, but after they stopped with the breakfast shift and started on washing the dishes, they would neglect to refill the coffee pot until closer to lunch. This was always the best time to catch the last couple of cups before that happened, so Peterson strolled to the lounge as quickly as possible. As he made his way to the doors, he heard a yell from down the hall and turned towards it.

"Yo, Doc!" The familiar sight of Jazz and Bluestreak came running towards him from the other end of the hall. And it looked as though Jazz was carrying something that was balled up in a bed comforter.

"Good Morning, Jazz and Bluestreak. What can I do for you?" Peterson asked.

Jazz skidded to a stop just in front of Peterson and knelt down to him, holding the comforter in front of the doctor, "We got a problem!"

"What sort of problem?" Peterson asked.

Jazz unveiled what was under the blanket, showing a shivering and pale Cat.

"What in the world happened?!" Peterson reached down to the girl and put a hand to her cheek.

"Ratch said that she went swimmin' in the cold weather yesterday," Jazz replied, "I think she might have a virus!"

"I'm fairly certain that you're right. Take her to the medical bay, let's get her checked out!" Peterson ordered.

"You got it, doc!" Jazz covered Cat back up and ran towards the med bay, Bluestreak following.

Peterson looked through the doors of the lounge and saw the coffee pot warming the last possible cup of caffeine. He sighed and turned towards the hallways, taking a dash towards the medical bay.

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Ratchet had also just arrived for his shift. Normally, the CMO would have been in the med bay early in the morning, but he had scheduled a meeting with some of the suppliers for their medical supplies. The med bay was quiet... Almost too quiet... Something felt off... It was the same feeling he'd get the day that a battle would break out on Cybertron. One minute he'd be sitting in silence, the next there would be several mangled masses of Autobots being brought to him for repair. Being that his senses were usually prone to never missing a beat for such things, Ratchet began to wonder what was about to happen. Was there a Decepticon nearby? Was one of the Autobots on the base damaged? What could possibly be -

"Ratch!" The medic's cranial unit twirled around on his shoulder plating as he saw the silver lieutenant make quick halt just after bursting through the medical bay doors.

Jazz gently set the comforter down on a nearby table, Ratchet walking over to see what it was he was doing. Jazz uncovered what was in the comforter which made Ratchet's optics widen.

"I think you may 'ave been right to worry!" Jazz stared down at Cat.

Ratchet was already running scans and tests as he said, "I should have just dragged her to the med bay last night..." his hologram appeared, picking up Cat's left arm and examining it closely. The burns had turned from a mild, red looking rash, to infected and scorched skin that needed to be taken care of in a hurry.

"I thought you said that she didn't look or act sick?" Jazz asked.

"I suppose I was wrong, then, wasn't I?" the medic seethed.

"My point is that you couldn't have known," Jazz tried to encourage his old friend.

"I'm a medical officer, Jazz. I should have foreseen it..." he vented a sigh, "Not only is her temperature too low, but her body has stopped trying to heal the burn on her arm..."

"Yeh, but she's human, doc. Sure, you've 'ad thousands of years of experience with mechs, but you've never 'ad experience with human viruses," Jazz tried to calm the CMO.

Cat coughed, a congested, heavy cough. Her face contorted into a painful expression, as if even in her unconscious state, she could feel some amount of pain. At about that time, Doctor Peterson had arrived, passing Bluestreak, who was out in the hallway.

"James," Ratchet looked down to the human medical officer, "We have a serious problem..."

"Yes, I know. Jazz showed me," he took the small, movable, metal staircase behind the large examining table and walked over to Cat, looking her over carefully, "It looks as though she might have hypothermia... But the effects of that are usually immediate after the cause," he looked up to Jazz, "Did you say that she was in the water yesterday?"

"Yeah, at least," he looked to Ratchet, "That's what Ratch said."

"She had driven back to the base after having swam in a lake that she claimed to have fallen in..." Ratchet nodded.

"But she looked and acted normally?" Peterson asked.

"If she hadn't, I'd have brought her here, immediately," The Autobot grouched.

James took notice to the snap in Ratchet's voice modulator, "I didn't mean to be critical, I'm just trying to figure out why all of this seemed to take so long to take full effect on her," he knelt down and did as Ratchet's hologram had, examining Cat's left arm, "These need to be cleaned right away. And we'll need blankets, " he pinched the night shirt that the girl had on, "At least she's not soaked anymore. That'll help us out and save some time."

"Doctor Peterson!" one of the associate physicians yelled from the office, "I think you should see this!"

"In a moment," James replied before looking back to the two Autobots, "I'll have the nurses bring some warm blankets right away, as well as some solutions for those burns," he stood back up and walked to the staircase, taking it down to the floor and walking into the office, where several medical technicians and physicians were watching something on a television monitor.

Just as soon as Peterson had left, Optimus walked in, having seen Bluestreak out in the hallway and asked him what was going on. Ratchet's hologram was busy covering Cat with a single blanket that he had on the table.

"How is she?" the leader asked.

"Unless her immune system fails completely, she may have a chance, but for the time being, nothing's for certain," Ratchet answered.

"I'll go let Blue know what's goin' on," Jazz walked out of the med bay.

"Ratchet, you guys need to take a look at this," Peterson directed them towards a small monitor which he had been watching the latest news on.

"We're here at the side of a camp grounds in the cold weather of Nevada's Lake Meade, where yesterday some, unknown, woman gave a small child another chance at life," A field reporter smiled a large, toothy grin as she explained.

The screen flipped over to a little girl, probably no older than six. She was smiling and holding her mother's hand. "I fell in the water and, um... I almost drowned."

"Did you see the woman who saved you?"

"Yeah... She had brown hair and a yellow eye."

"Did.. Did you say a yellow eye?"

"Yeah, and one of her arms was metal," The girl held up one of her arms and touched it with the opposite hand, pointing to it.

The field reporter seemed confused, as if she didn't really believe what the child was saying , "Did it look like a costume, maybe?"

"No," the child shook her head.

The image flipped over to that of a young boy , "She must have heard my sister screaming because she came out of nowhere and jumped into the water. When she came out my sister wasn't moving or breathing so she did something and brought her back... I thought I lost my little sister..."

"And you're sure you saw her?"

"Yeah... I wasn't sure if it was a dream or something but... She saved her, so that's all that matters."

The image flipped to the parents of the two children.

"My boy, here, said that she zipped my daughter up in a jacket and dropped them off just outside of the camp grounds. I wish I could have met her, I mean, she did something that she didn't have to do... We almost lost a valuable member of the family and we would have never known until it was too late..." The father was nearly in tears.

"What would you say if you could meet this strange woman?" The anchor asked the mother.

"I'd say.... Thank you so much..." She said, her voice trembling and tears falling.

Peterson looked back to Optimus and Ratchet, "Something seem familiar about this to you?"

The two Autobots turned to the unconscious girl on the table. The nurses and medical assistants were throwing heated blankets over her, and propping her head up on a pillow. She was still shivering and was now coughing even more.

"Ratchet..." Optimus started.

"I'll do everything within my powers to keep her from dying. You have my word..." The medic said firmly.

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"Ugh... Oh man..." Cat felt her head spinning. Her body felt heavy and lathargic, as if she were completely swollen all over. She could barely lift her head as she tried to move.

"Child." A deep, male voice called to her. At least it sounded male. It almost sounded like Jazz's voice but it didn't sound as smooth, and as easy. It was gruff and heavy.

Cat's eyes opened, looking into nothing but pure white skies... At least she thought that's what it was...

"Oh great... This can't be good..." Cat groaned as she turned over onto her stomach, letting her forehead rest on the ground.

"Awaken, child," The voice boomed once more.

Cat glared into the bright nothing below her. Whatever or whoever this was, it was already beginning to annoy her, "Go away..."

The voice didn't sound the least bit amused, "I have many things to speak to you about, Catherine."

Cat's eyebrows curved into a confused expression, "Who are you?"

"I'm afraid that it will take some time to explain," The voice answered.

Cat slowly rolled over onto her back and gritted her teeth as she pulled herself into an upright position, sitting in the middle of the bright white light which surrounded her, "You mean you can't even tell me who you are? Are you a Decepticon?"

"Hardly..." The voice sounded somewhat disgusted.

"So... You're an Autobot? Because you certainly don't sound human," Cat tried to make headway into who or what it was that she was speaking to.

"I am neither. I am not a Cybertronian, nor am I human. I do not associate myself with a faction of any sorts," it explained.

"Well then? Who the hell are you?" Cat growled. She didn't like it when strangers played mind games with her, and she certainly wasn't going to start being pawned into playing one now.

"I suppose you could say I'm somewhat of an icon between the Autobots and the Decepticons," it replied.

Cat raised an eyebrow once more, "An icon? But... there's only two things that they have in common," she thought aloud, "They're the same race, and were both after..." She stopped thinking, her eyes widened as her head craned from side to side, trying to find something that was around her, "There's no way!"

"Yes, child..." The voice said calmly, "I am the power in which has been sought after for so long... I... Am the Allspark..."

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The medical bay was dark and quiet. The lights were dimmed, not that they normally were. The night shifters usually kept the area completely lit, however tonight they had a patient who required a comfortable sleeping environment. Gina Murray, currently in charge of the night shift, had made sure that everyone kept to their duties without letting so much as a pin drop to the ground. Even though the patient, Cat, was practically in a coma, if she were to wake, she may never sleep soundly for quite some time. So while she was stable, and the others were either home, or recharging, Gina was careful not to bother Cat unless it was to draw blood, or to check her vitals.

A light knock came to the office door, where Gina sat, overlooking a computer screen, "Come in," she turned around in her chair.

One of the medical technicians quietly entered the room, practically whispering as he handed Gina the clipboard he was carrying in, "The last blood tests show no sign of illness. Everything came back clean."

Gina frowned, "Then why does she still have a fever? And why isn't she awake?" she took the clipboard and flipped through the less important pages.

"Well..." the man fidgeted somewhat, "She's never actually been sick before, right? Maybe she's in some sort of shock," he shrugged.

Gina's eyes darted up to the man, giving him the 'oh really?' look.

"You're telling me, that a woman who's had dozens of surgeries, battles and close to thousands of injuries in her lifetime, suddenly goes into shock over a fever?" her sarcasm wasn't all that subtle.

"My wife tells me all the time that I can handle the worst kinds of pain, but that I act like a child when I'm sick," he sort of smirked, "and to Catherine, this is a whole new territory."

Gina sighed and stood, walking over to the doorway and staring out at the large examination table in which Cat was laid upon, "I suppose it's possible. But I highly doubt it. She's still feverish by touch, sweating, and she's been shaking as if she were still in a frozen environment. It just doesn't make sense..."

"What if it's that burned arm? Maybe it's causing some sort of reaction," the man theorized.

Gina scoffed and turned back to her computer, sitting down and staring back at the computer screen, "The only reaction it could be causing would be if it were causing an infection which, " she dangled the clipboard off to the side, "would show up on these series of tests."

The man sighed, "Well then, before I go back down to the lab, do you have any new samples for me to take down?"

Gina pushed the thin, wire frame glasses back up the bridge of her nose as they were always falling, "Yeah, let me go draw some blood, while I'm thinking about it."

The doctor stood and went over to the medical cabinets, grabbing some vials, which were sealed in protective plastic. As she turned to head out the door, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, looking towards the examination table, seeing something that wasn't there before.

An unfamiliar mech stood, towering over the table, looking down at the sleeping human woman.

"Doctor Murray?" the medical technician asked, wondering what was wrong.

"Do we know that one?" she pointed towards the yellow figure.

The technician looked to who it was that she was pointing towards and replied, "Oh, him? That's just Bumblebee. He's the one that stays in Tranquility with the Witwicky's. You haven't seen him yet?"

"Working on the night shift leaves me without the more common knowledge of the day shifters... Which is why I hide the coffee maker..." Gina huffed as she made her way out to the medical bay.

Walking to the table and taking the movable metal staircase up the side, Gina walked out to where Cat laid and stopped, looking up at the new face. She noticed how he didn't seem to take notice to her presence, but she noticed even more how dim his azure optics were as they stared down at Cat. As if he were close to falling "asleep" where he stood.

"Um... Excuse me, but visiting hours are closed. We're trying to keep things calm to keep any kind of stress levels down for her," Gina announced, taking note that the dim optics only shifted to her for a mere second, before quickly shifting back over to Cat. Of course, this upset the medical officer.

"I'm not sure that you heard me... You'll need to leave or I'll-" she started before a familiar voice cut her off.

"Bumblebee?" Ratchet's calm tone asked, causing the yellow Autobot's head to turn towards the doors, "What are you doing here?" Ratchet walked further into the room, across the exam table from the other Autobot, "Aren't you supposed to be providing transportation for Sam and Mikaela to their learning facility in the morning?"

"...Sam's parents are allowing him to use one of their vehicles for a few days... I thought I'd come to see if there were any changes..." Bumblebee answered, looking back down to the sleeping form of Cat.

Ratchet's metal brow curled up into one of his famous expressions, "You didn't tell the children about the situation did you?"

"No," Bee shook his head slowly, "I didn't want to frighten them. The last time they were under the impression that she was dying, I couldn't get them to calm down enough before getting here. I thought it was best to let them stay unaware of what was going on until we were sure that..." he trailed off.

There was a slight pause in the room. Even Gina could feel the tension between the mech's, and she was a different species!

"You have the codes to Cat's apartment, right?" Ratchet asked, Bee looking back up to him with an unsure glance.

"Unless she's changed them in the last forty-eight hours, yes. Why?" he asked.

"It's the only other spot we have, right now, that can fit an Autobot into a space for recharge. She has plenty of garage space, and you're running on your reserve tanks. Go and get some rest," the medic ordered softly.

"But Ratch-" Bee started.

"She'll still be here when you come back in the morning. I promise. Besides, Rotten will need someone to keep him company in between being fed and taken outdoors. Now go, before I drag you there myself," his voice was firm, but still in a low tone.

Bumblebee nodded and slowly made his way out of the medical bay. Gina, having watched the scene, looked up to Ratchet.

"It's a bit late for you to be up, isn't it?" she asked.

Ratchet's hologram appeared next to Cat as he looked over the machines which were monitoring the girl. He scanned her himself, just to ensure that the human monitors and his systems were receiving the same results, "I suppose that I needed to check on things myself. I like to keep tabs on my patients."

Gina smiled and said, "You know we would contact you if something happened."

"Yes," he replied almost in a whisper, "I know. But just like Bumblebee, I feel like I need to check myself to be sure. As good as job that these machines are doing to monitor Cat, there could be several things that they wouldn't pick up until it's too late."

"I suppose if you weren't as thorough as you are, I wouldn't see you as the advanced race," she handed the hologram the vials.

Ratchet only smiled in return.

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"So..." Cat began, "You're telling me, that you're the Allspark..."

"Yes."

"The one and only cube, thing that Sam destroyed in order to take down Megatron..."

"Yes," the voice answered simply.

"The benign power that could have been used for either faction, suddenly has it's own awareness and has decided to come forward and speak to me, of all people," Cat went on.

There was a sigh, "Yes."

Cat gave the nothing that surrounded her a raised eyebrow expression, "Really?" the sarcasm was clearly evident.

"Actually, to correct you, I have always had an awareness. However, I have not been able to show myself to anyone besides yourself," the voice explained.

"And why is it that you can't show yourself to anyone but me?" Cat asked.

"Which is part of what I want to explain to you," it replied, "I believe your sister has spoken to you?"

Cat's eyes widened. How could the Allspark have known about Five communicating with her? She only told Optimus and Ratchet about the one time! She'd never told them about the other dreams she had!

"A..." Cat started, "A few times... yeah..."

"And she's mentioned, to you, about abilities that you have not yet discovered?" it asked.

Cat was astonished. It had to have been the Allspark! There was no way it was some sort of hoax!

"Well... Well yeah, but I didn't understand what she meant by that," Cat replied.

"I can assure you that she had meant to say more, but there was little time that she had to spend with you to explain. However, even one such as Five, couldn't have told you what I know," Cat was still a bit in shock over the idea that this... entity had known so much about her. She felt like a child, talking to someone who knew her secrets and would surely find some way to tatle on her for keeping so much from her friends.

"And what exactly do you know?" Cat asked.

"Do not worry, " The voice chuckled, "I would not even be able to explain all of this to the Autobots, even if I wished for it. My strength is not yet strong enough to even pull my original form back together."

"How are you speaking to me anyway?" Cat asked.

"Do you not remember the results of the battle several months back? The one between the Autobots and the Decepticons, which involved you and your sister?" it asked.

"Of course I do!" Cat answered indignantly, "I remember everything from leaving the Dam to the last moments on the rooftop of that office building!"

"Everything?"

"Yes! I remember everything!" Cat crossed her arms.

"So you remember the reason as to why you managed enough strength to perform the task of fusing you and your sister together?" it asked.

"I.." Cat stopped herself from becoming angry and thought, "Okay, that I don't remember."

"I can tell you how it happened. The Witwicky boy had just used me against Megatron, and parts of my form were scattered. Do you remember the piece of metal that you picked up?"

"A little... I was sort of in a haze between Five dying, and myself coming to terms with my own death... That and I was dying, so things are a bit fuzzy to me," Cat replied, thinking long and hard about those last moments on the rooftop just after Five had died right in front of her.

"What you picked up was a piece of the cube form... You picked up a piece of my powers, which also fused into your body, causing a reaction. The power that was exerted when you and Five fused, was the result of this reaction."

Cat was overwhelmed. She sat herself down on the ground, her mind racing. She was housing the power of the Allspark?!

"So.. So you've been living off of me? Living off of my body?!" Cat asked.

"I suppose you could say something to that effect... It's the reason as to why I am speaking with you, however your body isn't exactly what has been sustaining me. It was the life force that you and your sister produced. The strength of your souls. That, alone, is what I was able to use to start rebuilding my power."

Cat wasn't sure that she could take all of this in. In the few, short, months that she had been free from her shackled existance, she was still always blown away by something new and odd... Only the odd things seemed to happen to her...

"Can't I have just one normal day in my life?!" she groaned.

The voiced chuckled, "If it comforts you at all to know this, you must know that you are not the only one to have some partial amounts of my powers."

Cat looked up into the bright white light overhead of her, "Really? Anyone I know?"

"Three of them, actually. All whom are you very well familiar with..."

For a moment Cat wasn't sure if it was something she really wanted to know, but she decided to bite the bullet and ask, "Who?"

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No Chapter Teaser this time around folks! Sorry! But I think that was as good as a teaser as it gets!