Just to let you know in this fic the only robot who died in End Game was Starscream. Prowl's alive and kicking because in this universe there were enough fragments to stop the clones. I just felt like getting that off my chest right away. I hope this won't take away from the story. It's a slight Alternate Universe.

Prologue

The road crew worked slowly, carefully moving the large gray robot corpse from the broken street to the back of a large flatbed trailer. It was slow going because the robot was so heavy and the work men's hands kept slipping. "Careful," the supervisor ordered his subordinates. "You don't want to damage it. Fowl said he wanted it in one piece and if you as much as chip it he'll do more than that to your face.."

"Well how does Fowl expect us to transport this thing whole in one piece?" one worker demanded, looking away from the hook he was attaching to the body so he could converse with his supervisor better. "This isn't our fault. So far we've only been able to keep its torso situated. The limbs keep flopping off and dragging on the ground."

"Well keep trying!" the higher ranking man snapped. "If so much as a finger gets broken off this thing he'll have our heads."

"I'll have more than that." spoke a voice behind him.

The supervisor jumped and spun around. The speaker was right behind him. He hadn't even heard him arrive he'd been so distracted by the argumentative worker.

A tall Irishman with spiky brown hair and piercing blue eyes stood less than two feet away. He wore a long white lab coat over a light blue business shirt and blue dress pants. Though there wasn't anything sinister about the man's appearance, something about the way his face was positioned and his stance made the other man feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was the constant nervous motion of the man's hands.

"Professor Fowl," the supervisor stammered, rattled. "What a surprise."

Professor Andrew Fowl scowled at the man, his entire presence radiating a kind of loathing for others of the species. In truth he hated humans. He even hated himself because he was human."I figured I'd come by and keep an eye on things," the man said, taking his hands out of the pockets of the lab coat and folding them across his chest. "I got a feeling that you all would be too clumsy to do it properly without my supervision." he glanced at the workers doing their best to get the corpse onto the flatbed. "I see my hunch was correct."

"We were doing just fine," the other man said defensively. "Nothing has been damaged."

The scientist glanced over at the gray corpse on the flatbed. Aside from the torso, everything else hung over the sides. "Not from where I'm standing." he walked past the man toward the flatbed. "This specimen was hard enough to come by thanks to Sumdac's obsession with taking all forms of new technology for himself." he reached up and touched the corpses face, taking in it's coolness and the blank dead eyes of the face that seemed to stare back at him stupidly. "Fortunately he did not seem interested in this piece."

"Maybe because he learned from the last time he played around with the technology," the supervisor suggested. "You know what happened the other winter. That Decepticon he played house with nearly destroyed the entire city."

Fowl smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. "Sumdac made a mistake," he said in a voice devoid of emotion. "He thought that using Cybertronian technology to create his machines would give him a name for himself." he looked at the other man. "Maybe it has, since his robots are used globally but he intentions were so primitive." he caressed the face again "I intend to use the technology for much different means."

The other man felt he should ask. "What kind of means?"

Fowl rounded on him. "Why should you care?" the scientist snapped, his blue eyes flashing with suspicion.

The supervisor didn't back down, though the professor's reaction was unsettling. "It's like this," he explained. "If you intend to use this.. Decepticon for anything illegal I am afraid I cannot transport it. I have no intention of being an accessory."

Fowl laughed, a mocking sound. The other man hoped he never did it again. "No need to worry, my simple friend," he said. "What I intend to do with it is far from illegal. I just intend to use parts of it for a very important project I'm working on." he looked back at the robot, taking in the dead, gray face of the Decepticon named Starscream.

When he spoke again it was in such a low voice that nobody heard him. "I intend to create a new breed of human. One far superior than that little freak Isaac Sumdac passes off as his daughter."

Lase Vanderbelt's green eyes widened when the flatbed brought in the corpse of the Decepticon jet. It lay folded up like a broken toy on the metal surface and was held in place by thick cables.

Though she'd seen the Autobots running around the city during their final battle with Megatron only two days before she'd never seen one up close. She ran over to the truck just as her boss Professor Andrew Fowl climbed out of the passenger seat. "You actually got one!" she exclaimed running over when she saw him.

He smiled then went to join her as the workmen carefully took the corpse off the truck. "Yes," he replied, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I was able to obtain this specimen easily."

"How?" she wanted to know, unconsciously closing her white lab coat. She didn't like where his eyes had landed. "Would Professor Sumdac have-"

"Professor Sumdac was too busy worrying about his freak daughter and her robot pals to worry about this one," he cut her off, his voice sharper than he intended. His tone made her jump. "Besides; by the time he thought about it I'd already purchased the corpse. The city officials were all too happy to have it removed." he turned to watch the workmen gently place Starscream's sparkless body on the floor. They then began to detach the cables. "It's dead anyway so they don't have to worry about it causing trouble."

His words made her jump again. "It's dead?" now she took another careful look at the robot, her eyes widening further. "How do you know?"

"The color," he told her. When she looked at him cluelessly he said. "I'll show you." then put his hand on her back and led her over to it as he explained. "This robot used to have other colors. Gray, black, and a pinkish-red color. It no longer has these colors."

She looked at the robot. It still had gray and black but the red was gone. It made her feel depressed. "So when they die their colors change?" she questioned.

He smiled. "Precisely. This thing is dead. Stone cold. He couldn't come back even if he wanted to."

By then the workmen had left. Lase stepped toward the robot and touched it's face as Fowl has done earlier. She ran her hand over the cold metal, staring into Starscream's blank expression. A surge of pity went through her. Did you really have to die? Could it have been prevented? "I wonder how he died?" she said.

"What does it matter?" he asked her. "He's mine now. How he died is irrelevant."

She nodded, knowing he was right. "I know," she agreed, turning back to him. "I was just wondering. They're robots so he couldn't have died easily."

"Well it's none of our business," Fowl told her, heading over to the part of the lab where he kept all his tools. "His death was a good thing for us." he pulled something out of a cabinet and started fooling around with it. "With the use of his inner workings our project will be accomplished with less problems. Pretty soon we'll have the first of a brand new species."

She nodded. She didn't trust her mouth. She wasn't comfortable with her bosses life's work but she knew better than to tell him that. She couldn't afford to lose the only job she'd been able to obtain since she'd moved to the city two years ago. "Now that we have the most important ingredient to the project how soon will it before before we begin working on it again?" she asked instead.

He turned to her, smiling strangely. The smile made her nervous. What's that look for?

"Right away."

Then he came at her. Before she knew what was happening he'd grabbed her arm and shoved a hypodermic needle into it. She gasped and pulled away, but not before he injected something into it. She stepped back, grabbing her arm, staring at him with wide green eyes. "What did you do to me?" she demanded.

"Don't be so upset," he admonished her. "You're about to make a huge contribution to science."

The meaning of his words sunk in like another needle. No! She bolted, spinning around and rushing toward the exit doors.

Fowl didn't even bother giving chase. She wouldn't make it very far.

The drug worked quickly, helped along by her movements which only circulated it through her bloodstream faster. She was barely halfway across the room when her vision started to swim and she stumbled. She put out her hands to break her fall but they refused to work.

She was out before she even hit the floor.

"It's not here." Prowl gave the area another careful scan. Optimus had sent him out to retrieve Starscream's corpse before they went to Cybertron. Even though the seeker was clearly dead thanks to Prowl and Jazz the Prime figured Magnus might want his body anyway.

The road below him was cracked as if something heavy had smashed into it but otherwise empty. The thing that should have been there was no longer in the area. Somebody must have taken it. But who?

"Not there?" Optimus voice registered surprise. "It should be there."

"But it's not." the cyber ninja touched down and knelt to examine the spot where Starscream's body should have been. "Either somebody did something with his body or he wasn't dead to begin with."

"He was dead all right," Optimus told him. "His body was the right colors."

Prowl sighed. "Maybe but that doesn't explain what happened to him." the cyber ninja stood and looked around. He noticed tire marks in the concrete. A vehicle had been parked there and had taken off rather quickly if it left tracks behind. "I think I found the answer."

"What?"

"Tire tracks," Prowl replied, examining the marks. "I believe I know what happened to our Decepticon friend's body."

"What?"

"I think it was taken," the cyber ninja replied. "By a human."

"A human!?" Optimus sounded more than a little surprise by this piece of news. "What could a human possibly want with Starscream's body?"

"Well remember Professor Sumdac," Prowl replied. "He used Cybertonian technology to create his robots."

"Professor Sumdac took his body?"

"No," Prowl replied. He was sure of that. Sumdac wouldn't be dumb enough to do that again. "I believe it was somebody else." he scanned the area, hoping to find something. "If it was a human I don't think we have anything to worry about. With the AllSpark nearly complete and the only fragments left are inside the Constructicons there's no way he can be reactivated."

For a moment Optimus said nothing. Prowl began to worry that he'd tell him to go looking for it. When Prime spoke it wasn't what he'd expected. "Fine. Forget about it. Since he's offline anyway there's no reason to go looking for his body. You can't exactly put a corpse on trial, can you?"

"No."

"Head back to the plant. We're leave on schedule."

"Right. Prowl out."

The cyber ninja cast one final look at the tire tracks before activating his jet pack and heading back to the plant where the others were waiting. As he flew over the city he couldn't prevent a bad feeling from nagging at his processor. What if Optimus was wrong?

A/N

Though the plotline is kind of serious, the style I'm using is loose. I'll update this when I feel like it but I really don't have a lot of ideas right now. I'm not even sure how much I will like this. I'm trying something different.