Me:

Hope you enjoy this story in progress, as you can see this is my first chapter of some transformers fan fic. That has been settling in my head for quite a while. I'm sorry for it not being edited and all, but it's a work in progress. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy!

Prologue

It was a dream…just a dream…

"Sooo," the man said, as he lounged on a chair. Across from him sat a girl of seventeen, shifting nervously in her seat, bright leaf green eyes flashing with curiosity. "To get to the point, you are p5201. That has just recently been administered into our data base. You also have of late awakened from a coma, oh, I'd say about several hours ago. You were found lying in the wreckage of Mission city, during a terrorist attack. After all the scans and research that has been done," The man said with an exasperated sigh. "We have yet, to identify you." He finished, staring intently at the girl before him.

She waited silently for him to continue, but he just kept an even gaze. Well, someone needs to talk; the girl thought and sighed inwardly. Not liking to be the center of attention, the girl answered with the only word she could muster.

"Ok?" she said inquiringly, hoping that her question would have been sufficient enough. Nope, not for the bald man that sat in front of her.

"Ok? Is that really all you have to say? First of all, let's get this straight." he said flatly "I am the rooming agent assigned to you, and I can put you were ever I want. Ok?" he said dragging his last word contempt.

The girl gave him a jerky nod in return, holding back her tongue that was ready to lash out at her agent. Already she was ready to leave the room that seemed to confine her.

The agent pushed the frame of his glasses up, so it settled correctly on his nose, and a smile planted itself on his face.

"Good, now from what we've gathered you may have suffered severe memory loss. So first question, what's your name dear?"

She frowned at that. What is my name? She thought.

"Um, can I answer that with an, I don't know? And who are you? She inquired.

Instantly his smile changed at her "I don't know" to a smirk that left a pit in the green-eyed girls stomach.

"That makes this so much easier" he stated in a matter of fact tone. "One more question, Can you remember anything at all of what happened? Or about yourself?"

He just threw my second question away. That's nice…jerk, she thought.

"Makes what easier?"

"Nothing, now just answers my question. Yes or no?" the man said, growing impatient.

"That was two questions not one" p5201 said trying to feign as much innocence as she possibly could. Ha.

The man's right eye seemed to twitch at the fact that she wasn't answering his question straight off the bat.

"Jeez man, don't get yer britches in a bunch. No and no" she said laughing inside, at least I'm getting some amount of enjoyment outta this. Sigh, why can't I remember anything? P5201 thought, as she rubbed her soar head.

After looking at her with a glare, the bald agent snapped into a quick evil grin. That could scare any kid.

"You are designated assignment p5201, and shall be released to research center segment 6 within began to the facility." he said as he pulled out a tablet that he write on "IQ rating has now been rated low so you shall be designated as test subject, ehem sorry" he said with a push of his glasses again "TES5201. The rate of success in subjects, such as yourself is, um, what was it, nearly 4%"

The newly designated TES5201 just stared at him. Huh? What did he just say? Test subject? Wasn't I a patient at a hospital? Is it me or is he insane? Did he get mistaken as a co-worker rather than a patient with severe head trauma? she took a closer look at him. Nope, not at all, he's acting like this is a normal day for him. she gave a shake of her head to clear the thoughts running through her head, but in the end it didn't help.

"Huh?" was all that the girl could manage.

His smile seemed to stretch wider by the minute. "Oh, that's what they all say, but you should consider yourself lucky, segment 6 specializes in Neurology, cranial transfers, and technology. So you'll always know what's going on…most of the time" he said as he stood with a large stretch, that was accompanied by a heavy yawn. His structure similar to that of a stalky scarecrow. "Now! I must be off!" he yawned again, leaving her to sit there in stunned silence.

Wait. What? I was not letting him leave like this. Quickly before his frame disappeared from sight TES5201 twisted around in her chair and reached out. Small hands grasping onto one off the agents white cuffs. There was a crash as chair, agent, and girl hit the floor hard, her auburn hair flying about. Not even a minute of surprise had passed and before anyone could blink, p5201 was in restraints, and being pushed out of the room.

Ok. That's it, I'm not insane. And there is absolutely no reason, what so ever for me to be strapped up like this. P5201 kept telling herself, irritation obviously showing, as a button was pressed and the elevator doors swooshed open. As she argued inwardly, and puzzled over what the agent had originally been talking about, the elevator seemed to spiral downwards. All the way till the number six lit up above their heads, with a resounding ding the doors slid open. Immediately she was pushed into a large room.

Instantly her world seemed to crack as she looked about herself in awe. Never would she have expected the technology that surrounded the room to exist. White walls were covered in blinking monitors that welcomed the group. A brain or two floating in preservatives, could be seen be seen and a medical table lying off to the side with tools ranging from sharp blades to drills that had the hair on her neck standing on end.

Then something clicked. Crap, test subject plus neurology and cranial transfers equals dissection. Why didn't this come to me any faster? She questioned.

With that last thought, p5201 snapped back into reality, surveying the area with a keen eye. Searching for an escape route, as discretely and unnoticeable, as possible, but unsuccessfully. Because next thing she knew, a crude looking needle was jabbed into her arm. With a yelp of pain and one last glimpse before her eyes shut, all p5201 could see was the lab table getting closer, welcoming her with open arms.

… Or so I thought.