A.N don't own Transformers! I do own the Oc though.

Massive thanks to my Beta Reader Prime's Little One


The house was filled with screams and crashes as the fight grew. The house was dark apart from the living room where the two argued with each other. Their six year old daughter watched them as the two talked about Mission City and Egypt, but she stayed on the steps.

"I don't care Sam! She doesn't need to get involved with them.

"Wheelie and Brains are enough!" Her mother yelled, and another vase was thrown.

"Mikaela, she's older now; she has a choice to heard what power she has!"

No crash this time; her mother must be running out of things to throw, or had chosen not to throw something.

"Sam, we didn't have a choice, and she doesn't either. You heard what they said!" Never mind, there was another.

"Yes we did, we got into the car!"

"I will not let her, Sam. I will not her go train she is my daughter, Sam." She didn't yell this time, but the girl had already climbed up the few steps and slipped into bed.

-Two years later-

The flames lapped at the sides of the two story house as the Firefighters arrived, the neighbors stayed behind the lines police had set up, but still tried to get a little closer. The firefighters had entered the house as the others sprayed it down with water. There were three people inside; the mother, the father, and their eight year old daughter.

The crowd clapped as one firemen walked out carrying a small girl, who was clinging to an RC Ford F-Series Monster truck, and another fireman followed by the other two men who went in and one was carrying a Lenovo ThinkPad Edge.

The chief went to question him as the one carrying the girl went to the ambulance. "What is that?" He asked and the man looked at him. "The kid wouldn't let us take her out of the house without them, I'm not even sure why. But sir," The chief looked at him, "The parents are dead."The chief sighed and took the laptop.

"I'll make sure she gets these and good job."

-Eight and a half years later-

"Nora, come on! It's just a small street race!" My best friend Bernadette pleaded.

I smiled and said, "I can't." I held up my books.

"Homework."

Bernadette pouted. "You do know that it's a hundred dollars to the winner, right?" I stopped and looked at her, before sighing and saying, "I don't even have a car to race, Bernie." She clapped her hands and said loudly, "I'll find one ok?"

I nodded and we split up, her to convince her older brother to let me use one of his cars from his car lot, and me to try and finish all of my homework, chores, and shower, all before 7 o'clock. I sighed again as I walked to my Grandparents house.

"I'm home!" I yelled, hanging my bag up and slipping off my shoes. "About time Warrior Princess, that varmint is looking at me weirdly" Wheelie complained, and Brains nodded. I smiled at the two 'bots. "Well, if you would stop driving around in your alt form maybe he would stop." I said, walking to the kitchen.

"Are Grandma and Grandpa home?" I asked as I unloaded the dishwasher.

"No, they left on their road trip, and didn't take the varmint!" Wheelie yelled as Brains moved around Mojo.

I laughed as I finished unloading the dishes. "Good. I have to race tonight, so you guy can man the fort." The 'bot groaned as I continued, "Then we can watch movies." The two cheered and I smiled and spaced out thinking about the race.

I ransacked my closet as Wheelie and Brains helped me with my outfit. I was racing with my best friend's father's lot car. She had sent me a picture, and it was beautiful. So I need to match it. The car was a silver-gray customized hardtop Pontiac Solstice GXP.

"Guys the race is an hour please choose something." I begged the two as theylooked at shoes.

"Calm your wheels, Warrior Princess" Wheelie said.

"We found it" I looked at the outfit and smiled.


As I hopped off the motorcycle, I watched in awe at the fast cars flying on the 'track'.

"Thanks." I said to the guy who nodded and peeled out.

"Nora!" Bernie waved at me. Her outfit was flashy, mostly because she was starting the race. It was a tight blue tube top, black fishnet leggings, and blue ankle breaking heels.

"You look smexy, Nora." She clapped and twirled her finger. I sighed and spun around, showing off the outfit. It was a black shiny high waist shorts, red seamless tube bra under a faux leather spiked motor vest, a pair of ankle boots that the lady at the shoe store called 'All-Ladies Road Trip Bootie', Georgia Gold Detail Snapback, and a blue and white belly button ring that said 'HOT STUFF' that the two Auto-Bots made me wear.

"Sweetie, that looks amazing." She hugged me and said, "Wannasee the car?"

"Of course!" I yelled as the cars flew by and I looked over the lead car, it was a gray-black 2012 Aston Martin V12 Vantage.


A.N hoped you enjoyed, If you wish to see the outfit Nora was wearing, the link is on my profile.