Hey guys, sorry for being late on updating! But a promise is a promise, so here's what I got for ya!

FORD B: Gotta keep you guessing!

Disclaimer: I don't own transformers, I own Cat and all the other associated OC's. Stealing or ripping off these characters is a bad idea, because I WILL call you out... And I HAVE called some out...

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Evan was hardly paying any attention to what was going on around him. His thoughts strayed away from the conversation the robots were having with him and Josh. For the moment, though, they were more interested in asking his friend his side of the story, so Evan had a moment to mull over his own thoughts. The only thing he could focus on was Cat... He was sure that he hadn't done anything wrong to her. He hadn't said anything wrong... So why was she so upset?

-You... Stay away from me...-

Her facial features told him that she was truly serious, and he felt even more conflicted about her, alongside his already conflicted feelings about giant robots who were interrogating him. His stomach churned with the, still digesting, food threatening to come back to greet him. Even though his stomach was full for once, the rest of his life felt as though it were still crumbling down around him. Was there anything left of his clothing and personal items in the destroyed apartment? Where were they going to stay long-term after all of this calmed down? All of these thoughts consumed his mind. That was until-

"-Evan?" The deep voice of this 'Optimus' guy suddenly broke Evans thoughts.

The boy looked up to the azure optics of the robot that stood over nearly forty foot taller than him, "Yeah?"

"Perhaps we should excuse Josh, at this point," Evan suddenly noticed the similarities between this other robot, and the one that attacked him.

Optimus looked down at the medical assistant, "Why don't you escort him back to the med bay?"

The assistant nodded and turned to Josh, "Let's see if we can find you better accommodations."

Josh sighed, "Good, that cot was okay, but it's killer on the back!"

Evan watched as his friend abandoned him. As the doors closed to the room, the air suddenly changed. He could feel the focus go directly to him, though he wished it hadn't...

"Evan," he looked up to the voice that spoke. The "leader" of this group was speaking to him now.

"Y-Yeah? You want to know about the thing that attacked us, right?"

"No," the other spoke, "We're fairly satisfied with the stories we've already gotten from Josh and Cat."

"T-Then what do you want from me?" Evan was suddenly unsure why he was even there, if they weren't interested in his side of the story.

"Firstly I'd like to ask you if-" The police cruiser designed one was cut off.

"Why don't we introduce ourselves, more properly first?" the large one interrupted, "My name is Optimus Prime, and this is my tactician specialist Prowl," Prowl nodded to confirm," and standing behind you is my weapons specialist, Ironhide," Ironhide nodded as well, not in his usual joking mood.

''Okay," Evan acknowledged, "So what do you want?"

"We need to know a little about your background," Optimus answered, noticing the irritation in the young humans voice.

"Can you be a little more specific?" Evan frowned, "I'm twenty-one, there's a lot of stuff in my background.."

"You know," Ironhide started, "Whether or not you trust us has no bearing on what we're doing here. So why don't you just cool it with the attitude and help us out?"

"Help you out?" Evan spat, "One minute I've got a place, the next minute it's destroyed, and I've nothing but the clothes on my back! Not to mention I've apparently pissed off someone who saved my life, and I have no idea how I did it, and you want me to help you?!"

"We understand your plight, and promise to aid you in anything you need, but right now we just need to ask you a few questions,"Optimus was growing just as agitated as the boy.

Evan rolled his eyes, "Like?"

"Let's start with the fact that you have two limbs that have been fabricated to look natural?" Prowl asked.

Evans head shot up in shock. His jaw was dropped as he asked, "How... How did you know about that?... Did.. Did she tell you?"

"You mean, Catherine?" Prowl asked, an optic ridge raising.

"If that's what her name is now, yeah..." Evan answered solemnly.

"So she knew about them all along," Ironhide was shocked. Just a moment ago, he was completely confident that Cat had been telling the truth when she responded the way she did about Evan having more than one metal appendage.

"All along?" Evan asked, "No, she... She saw the one back in the hall... She wouldn't come near me after she saw it..."

"Ah, that explains it," Optimus realized.

"That probably freaked the kid out when she saw it," Ironhide commented.

"Which is why she got so upset with me when I mentioned the possibility of another project being alive," Prowl also realized.

Optimus nodded slightly but looked down to Evan, "But how did you acquire those arms of yours?"

Evan went straight from calm to annoyed once more, "That's really none of your business, don't you think? I mean, ask me whatever you want about what happened back in town, but my body is my own problem, which makes it no concern of yours!"

"I disagree," Ratchet walked in, Doctor Peterson along his side, "While you're under the care of our medical crew, your problems are our problems."

Evan didn't know who this new, neon yellow, robot was, but he glared at him nonetheless, "You don't need to know my history.. I know how the medical practice works, as long as I don't have any allergies or conditions, you don't need to know anything else.."

"So I'm assuming you have no intentions of telling us how you knew Catherine by her project name either?" Prowl asked.

Evans face looked down to the floor as his eyes strayed, "...No, I don't think I should tell you..."

"And why not?" Optimus asked, he was willing to be patient, but now the boy clearly indicated that he wasn't going to inform them of some of the most crucial information. If they didn't know what this boy knew, it could possibly mean losing any leads they could get on the whereabouts of Sector Eleven, or even to the reasons why Barricade followed him.

"Why do you need to know, so badly, anyway?!" Evan yelled.

"The information you hold may very well aid us in the reason why Barricade attacked you and your friend," Ratchet informed him.

"Or even to information regarding a special interests group that could cause us some problems..." Optimus added.

Evan scoffed, "I doubt anything I know would help you..."

"Why don't you just tell us, then, and let us decide if that's the case?" Prowl asked.

"My dad swore me to secrecy about everything I know. I made a promise to him, and I'm not about to break that promise," Evan answered, crossing his arms and putting his foot down on the matter entirely.

"If I'm not mistaken," Ratchet thought aloud, "Your parental guardians are deceased, are they not?"

Evan's eyes grew wide and he stared back up at Ratchet, a burning, sickening feeling in his stomach, "How do you know that?"

"It's quite obvious," Ratchet informed him, "You and your friend were living on your own, barely surviving... That and I managed to get it out of the other boy."

"Josh told you?!" Evan was shocked! How could he have made such a blunder?!

"He told me that they were killed in an accident at their jobsite, but he didn't seem to know where that was," Ratchet corrected the boy.

Evan sighed in relief, "That's because I never told him everything either..."

"Not even to your most trusted friend?" Prowl asked.

"I told you," Evan seethed, "My dad made me swear not to tell anyone about what he did."

"Fine," Prowl had had enough of this bantering.

"Fine?" Evan raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Did you believe that we had no way of getting this information without you telling us? Your Federal Bureau of Investigation is in partnership with our forces. There's, really, nothing we can't find out about you," Prowl answered.

"Good!" Evan jumped off of the human sized table of the meeting room in a flash, "Try and find out anything you want! I don't care!"

Evan had been taught, by his parents, that whoever wanted to know more about what they did, would try any method of psychology or intimidation to get information out of him. And this time, he wasn't about to just fall for any obstacle they were throwing.

"If you're not going to cooperate and tell us anything," Doctor Peterson offered, "then maybe you'd prefer coming with me to the medical bay and rest?"

"Fine, whatever," Evan agreed and walked out of the room and into the hallway, stopping to wait for the doctor to join him so he could be led away from this interrogation setting.

"I'll be there, shortly," Ratchet informed his associate.

Doctor Peterson nodded and met Evan in the hallway, leading him towards his medical facility.

"Why do you trust them?" Evan asked in a voice full of rage and frustration.

Doctor Peterson smiled and merely replied, "Some of us, around here, have agreed that those men back there are more trustworthy than most of the humans we know."

Evan frowned, continuing to follow the doctor.

"He reminds me of someone..." Ratchet commented sarcastically.

Ironhide laughed, "Yeah, but at least he, outrightly, tells us what he thinks!"

"Agreed," Prowl nodded, "Cat doesn't even give us the benefit of knowing whether or not she wants to tell us what she knows.."

"Which is a problem," Optimus decided," that needs to be dealt with. I suppose I should take care of that."

"I'll go with you," Prowl started after the leader.

"No. You help the others take care of the necessary research. I will most likely have better luck if I talk to Cat alone," Optimus ordered as he left the meeting room, heading towards Cats apartment.

Ironhide sighed, "Guess that means you'll need help, Prowl?"

"I could probably take care of it on my own, but if you could, I may need an extra pair of optics," the tactician responded.

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Cat paced back and forth in her apartment, Rotten following her with a happy pant, carrying his leash in his mouth, hoping his doting owner would pick up the hint. When Cat got to the one side of the apartment, Rotten would turn with her and continue to heel faithfully to her side.

"Some nerve.... He's not one of us.... Don't know what they're talking about...." Cat bantered to herself about what had just happened.

Rotten gave a small whine, trying to get Cat's attention, but even though she wasn't paying any attention to him, he still walked with her, keeping up with every step she took.

While Cat was having this conversation with herself, the sound of the doorbell buzzing made her stop in her tracks. Rotten looked to the door with his owner and dropped his leash, barking and sprinting towards the door. Cat stared at the garage entry for a moment before shaking her head in disdain and meeting Rotten at the door, hitting the control to lift the secured garage door. She knew better than to think that any human would try and approach her right now, so it was obvious that an Autobot was going to come to talk to her.

As the door opened, Cat caught sight of the flames pattern on Optimus's feet. She sighed and walked back to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the breakfast island stools.

"Surprise, surprise," Cat said sarcastically.

Optimus tried to carefully navigate stepping under the garage door while avoiding stepping on Rotten, who was barking excitedly. Cat rolled her eyes and ordered, "Rotten!" The dog stopped his welcome and looked back to his owner, "Come!" Cat pointed to her side. Rotten, gleefully, clicked and scratched his nails against the hardwood floors as he ran to obey the given order, sitting next to Cat and receiving a scratch behind the ears as a reward for listening. The Rottweiler laid down to settle from his happiness.

Optimus completely walked into the apartment and knelt down to Cat's level, "That was extraordinarily out of line for you," he got right to the point.

"Was it? I rather thought it was the proper response to your little theories..." Cat seethed.

"Keeping up this attitude of yours is only going to bring harsher punishment duty for you," Optimus warned, obviously not in the mood to go easy on anyone.

Cat scoffed and asked, "Exactly what did you come here for?"

"Mostly to just talk some sense into you," Optimus replied, "I just had a conversation with that boy, and he has the same attitude as you about giving needed information."

"Oh!" Cat shot up from her seat and opened the fridge, grabbing a drink, "Guess that makes him one of the other six projects too!" She slammed the door, "Quick! Someone get him to sign the contract and take the oath!"

"No," Optimus disagreed, "It doesn't make him anything related to you."

"Then what the hell do you call it?!" Cat sat back down, tapping the top of her soda can and opening it.

"I call it strange that neither you nor this other boy is telling us what we really need to know, and yet you're telling yourself that the fault is our own that nothing has been straightened out, when we're just trying to get to the bottom of all of this!" Optimus replied with a gruff tone.

"No, no no!" Cat waved a finger in front of her, "Don't turn all of this around on me!"

"I'm not turning anything on you!" Optimus defended, "I'm just trying to get all of the information straight!"

Cat laughed sarcastically, "Right, right! Ten minutes ago I'm a suspect being interrogated, and now we're best friends," she took a sip of her drink, "You're full of shit..."

"LOOK!" Optimus slammed a fist down in the living room, crushing the floorboards and causing Rotten to get up and run down the hall and into Cats bedroom, hiding under the sheets. Cat was surprised as well as she dropped her can to the floor of the kitchen and held onto the table from the waves of shock in the floor that nearly sent her flying off of her seat. "We wouldn't be here having this conversation if you would have just told us everything in the first place! We could be fighting against the problem instead of each other, but because you prefer not to include anything vital, we're blindly running in circles!"

Cat didn't say a word. Optimus just destroyed half of her living room in a fit of frustration, and she wasn't about to challenge him any further. She had suddenly become very aware that not only was he seriously upset with her, but he wasn't about to let her slide by with another lie or piece of misinformation.

"All you need to do is talk to us! That's all!" Optimus tried to calm himself as he spoke, "And all of this can be avoided!"

There was a pause, Cat could see, out of the corner of her eye, that technicians and dam workers were gathering around the open garage door.

"What do you want from me?" Cat spoke softer but in a growl.

Optimus's hologram appeared just next to her as she barely had a split second to react before he had her by the nape of her shirt, twisting it tightly into around his fist for a better grip, "Everything..."

"Everything?" Cat wasn't sure how much 'everything' really had to be.

"Everything you know, you're going to spill right now!" Optimus made it very clear what it was that he was going after, "Now," he let go of her shirt, "Tell me... Where did you meet Evan?"

Cat let out a sigh, "It was before you got here, old man... It doesn't make a difference.."

"Yes," Optimus disagreed, "It does..." His hologram sat across from Cat at the breakfast island, "And you're going to tell me all about it."

Cats eyes softened, "It's not easy to tell... I've tried to play it all off... Tried to make everyone think that I don't let get me down anymore, because every time something from my past stirs back up, I'm suddenly caught in the middle and I have to relive it..."

"I know..." Optimus's voice calmed as well, he suddenly felt as though maybe he was getting through to Cat.

"Yeah, okay, you know..." Cat used a little sarcasm as she tried to avoid his fatherly gaze.

"You've forgotten, "Optimus reminded, bringing Cat to look straight at him, "You've forgotten that myself, as well as every one of the Autobots here, have spent most or all of our lives living that very same existence. We have had to battle for our own rights in a war that's lasted longer than this solar system has been around. You never forget any of it, no one knows that better than we do. You're going to carry your past around with you for as long as you're alive."

"Peh," Cat shrugged, "And here I was thinking I could forget."

"Carry it with you, Cat. Carry it with you, and learn and grow from it..." Optimus advised, "But don't use it against those who are only trying to help you."

Cat looked away and nodded.

"Now tell me everything you know, and don't leave anything out."

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Chapter Teaser!

Cat reveals the unknown details that she had kept to herself for so long.... and then gets the unexpected news that she'll be needing to make room in her apartment for her new roommates... This should be interesting...