A/N: Hey guys! Live-Laugh-Sing here! So, I keep having this idea popping into my head every time I watch any form of Transformers. I looked around Fanfic and couldn't find too many stories like this. And none of them have the storyline like mine. I have the story completely planned out, and I have the first chapter mostly written. I have no idea how long my updates will take, and for that I am sorry. This mostly follows season 1, with one major change. Note, THIS STORY IS GOING TO HAVE AN ENDING AND WILL NOT FOLLOW SEASON TWO VERY CLOSELY, IF AT ALL.
This is also my first Transformers fic of any kind, and only my third fic ever. No flames. Constructive criticism is just fine.

With that out of the way...

Disclaimers: I wish I owned Transformers Prime, but sadly I don't. I DO however, own my OC (Victoria Singers) and the plot of this story. Basically, if it seems familiar, chances are I don't own it.

Without further adieu...

Prologue

3rd Person POV

A dark-skinned man walked down the hallway towards his office. He adjusted the tie around his neck and the American flag pin on his right lapel. There wasn't much for the man to look at in the hallways. There was a carpeted floor and white walls on which there was very little decor. There was the occasional picture of an agent who had won some award, pictures of seasoned veterans, and the very rare bust of a founder of his division. The man passed a few coworkers on his way.

"Hey Fowler."

"Sampson."

"Techie check in yet?"

"On my way to call her now."

And with that, they would say goodbye, and continue on their way. The dark-skinned man, who we now know is Agent Fowler, walked into his office and towards his computer. He turned on the device and adjusted the little camera attached to the top of the screen. He slid the mouse across the mousepad and the cursor moved to a small icon near the top of the screen. The icon turned into a video chat that expanded to take up most of the computer screen. In the videochat was a girl with long white hair, stormy blue eyes, and a pale complexion.

"So Willy, how's your day been going? Wait wait, don't tell me; you can't tell me. It's-"

"Classified information," they both said at the same time. "Sorry Tori, you know how this works. My day is classified, and your's becomes that way if needed."

"Well, I don't know if today counts as 'classified' or not. I got a new job," the girl, Tori, said. Fowler nodded as if to tell her to continue. "I am now officially a hacker."

The agent's eyes widened, "you're a WHAT?! Tori, if you are participating in illegal-"

Tori cut him off, "don't worry. It's white-hat. I get paid by companies to find flaws in their security systems. Nothing illegal about it."

Fowler's eyes returned to their original state. He then told her, "as long as you are NOT doing anything illegal with this job, then it is not classified. It is public record. Like, something you can find on Google."

"Only if you know how to search it."

"Anything else I should know about?" Fowler said slowly. He had his suspicions about Tori's night life ever since she bought that muscle car.

"...no..." She said with a smirk.

They closed the video chat and Fowler made a mark on his little sheet. This sheet was a part of the miles of red tape this girl had caused since they found her. Oh well, she was a sweet kid. Worth the trouble, and this was much easier than having her live at the pentagon.

At Tori's house

The white-haired girl closed the video chat and raced to her closet. She changed into a purple tank top, on which the words 'Harley Davidson of Kauai' were written. She then threw on a pair of cutoff shorts and black ankle boots. Tori ran down to her garage and jumped into the seat of her electric blue Aston Martin Vanquish and strapped herself in.

"Sorry Fowler, hacking doesn't pay all the bills," she said as the garage door opened and she backed out. Once on the road, she sped off towards the racing Circuit.

A/N: so how was it? Leave comments PLEASE!

Tori: wait, that was IT?! Why is it so short?

Raf: It's just a prologue. Like a trailer.

ME: Thank you Raf. The next chapter will be longer.

Bee:Am I in it?

Me: Dunno. Haven't written it all the way through yet. But Miko is in it.

Miko: YAAASSS!

Ratchet: Please don't do that.

Me: Bye guys! and Girls!