Author's Note: RheaWolf here! I've been reading fanfictions long before I have actually decided to make an account. I'm not going to go into details as you would probably like to get reading. I know that this idea has been used a lot and may even be considered overused. But nonetheless, I love the transfan-goes-through-alternate-demension-and-meets-autobots-and-all-of-that-fun-stuff. Another thing I would like the say is that the users Faecat and DaemonicKitten are the ones that have inspired me to write my own fanfiction. (I recommend reading their stories if you haven't already)

Also, I'm going to be doing diary entries, but only when it starts/ends in Pheen's P.O.V

Disclaimer: It's not mine. Duh.

(Normal POV)

The petite redhead girl leaned lazily on her father's expensive gift to her, a cherry red Porsche, as the formerly mentioned person paced back and forth in front of her, ranting.

"I can't believe he'd do something this stupid! He could have gotten hurt! Or worse, the press could find out about this! Williams is just looking for an excuse to replace me!" The redhead rolled her eyes at her dad's tirade.

"Father, the past is the past. What's done is done. It's not like it's the first time Scott has street raced. This time just happens to be the time he was caught." The girl pushed herself away from the car's bumper and walked towards the passenger side door. "You coming? The longer you wait to pick him up, the more chance that Mr. Williams' spies will realize that The Michael Moore's son has been arrested for a crime as petty as street racing." She spoke the last sentence with a sneer. In truth, she couldn't give two frags what her father represented or what her brother got into. She wasn't some perfect little snobby rich girl. Phoenix Moore, known as Pheen or Nix, was the youngest child and only daughter to the Assistant Chief Administrator for some major car marketing company. This meant that the young girl was required to go to a private school.

The only place where Pheen could find real solace was reading Transformers fanfictions or watching the movies as well as recordings of Transformers: G1. Anything Transformers was her life, which would be obvious with one subtle glance into her room. Coming out of her daydream of living in a world where Autobots and Decepticons did exist, Pheen noticed that her father had indeed gotten into the car and that they were currently cruising out of their estate gates and into the city. No, Pheen didn't live one of those lives that were written in the fanfictions about living in The Mission City. In reality, Pheen lived in a more laidback part of California.

It was then that Pheen felt a pull on her seatbelt, making her realize that she had once again zoned out. Looking out her window, she realized that they had reached the city in record time. One thing that never got old to the quiet redhead was the life of the city. Everywhere she looked there was always something to catch her attention. As they pulled into the police station, Pheen had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach that something bad was going to happen… and sooner than she'd hope to know.

Taking the keys out of the car ignition, Phoenix's father started muttering to himself about how children of his would be his downfall. Choosing to comfort him rather than ignore his rants this time, the redhead put a hand on his shoulder and stared at him with her piercing green eyes.

"Calmez-vous, père." She spoke to her father in her first tongue, telling him to calm down. Giving him one last fleeting look, Pheen opened the car door and strolled up to the police station door, glancing back at her father. With a sigh, he too got out of the car and followed his daughter.

Once inside, Pheen almost shrank back outside. The inside of the station smelt of…. many different foul things. You'd think that police officers would treat their convicts, if not themselves, better. Standing up straighter, Phoenix sauntered into the station with her head held high. She could almost feel the eyes on her as she walked up to the front glass, but she chose to ignore them. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd attracted stares, especially from the wrong kind.

"Hello there, girly. How may I be of service to you now?" The police officer through the glass looked as though he gave the out of place girl an odd stare, though it may have just been the room's fumes going to her head. Phoenix gave a small cough.

"Um, I'm here to bail my brother. My father got a call that there has been a, um, incident." Pheen looked over to her father who was currently watching a pair of conversing criminals as he leaned up against the doorframe.

"Sure thing, darling." The man gave her a nod and scratched his greying goatee before grabbing a small packet of papers. "I suppose you are over the age of 18 years and own a driver's license?" He asked, giving the girl a reproachful look in which she just nodded and rummaged through her purse, taking out the ID card that identified her to be 23 years of age. If the man was surprised at her age, he hid it well.

After all the paperwork was done, Scott T. Moore was released from his holding cell. Although once he saw his sister's expression, he almost wanted to go back into the safeness that the metal bars provided from his sister's wrath. Bowing his head, Scott made his way over to his angered sister and no words were said as the three of them left the station. Inside the car was a whole different story. As soon as the last door shut, Pheen made her anger known.

"Je ne peux pas croire que vous allez sortir et faire quelque chose de si téméraire! Non, attendez, je peux! Vous bâtard égoïste." She continued to rant in French about how he was reckless and how much this would impact his life while the rest of the car sat in silence. Phoenix eventually stopped cursing her brother in every different language she knew, as well was cybertronian curse words, even though she doubted the two men in the car knew what she was saying.

Again, she had a sickening feeling that something was about to happen. Trying to ignore the feeling, Pheen took out her allspark shard replica and examined it. She had gotten it from her eldest brother whom had died in the war a few years back when the first movie had caught her obsession. Poking the edge of the usually dull shard, there was what seemed like an electric shock when Phoenix sliced the tip of her pointer finger on the shard. She gasped out in shock and felt the strain of her seatbelt as the small Porsche was slammed against the guardrail to the highway bridge they had been crossing. Giving a scream, Phoenix looked to her father to see terror in his eyes. Just as they thought it was over, the family of three was thrust over the side of the bridge and onto the highway below, narrowly missing fast driving vehicles. For a moment, everything was still. Scott spoke out,

"Is everyone okay?"

Both father and daughter gave a moan as if to say that they were alive. Phoenix desperately tried to raise her head, but in doing so, everything went dark.

Note: I know that this is sort of…. boring. But I'm just trying to open the plot up so bear with me. I might have some spelling mistakes but, hey, I tried to get as much of them as I could out. I know that I am probably barking up the tree that has been barked up so many times…. But I guess I just wanted to hop onto the band wagon. I'll try to update every two days if possible, though I will be sure to have another chapter up by tomorrow.

Also, for the French translations-

1st – Calm down, father

2nd- I can't believe you would go out and do something so reckless! No wait, I can! You selfish bastard.

Thanks for reading and please leave a review telling me what you think!

-Rhea