-looks at the end of the last chapter- I'm sorry, that was mean. So, I wrote you an epilogue.

Prowl had watched the executions of Ariel, Chromia, Orion, Jazz, and Ironhide from his window. He hadn't even shuttered an optic when the bodies had hit the ground.

A short time after they'd been removed, there was a quiet knock on his door. He called for her to enter, knowing full well who it was. She had been very careful about simply walking into his chambers after he'd had words with her about the attitude he'd recieved the last time she'd done it. She hadn't disobeyed or talked back since.

Nightbird walked in, still splattered fluids from the executions: she'd been splashed when the mechs had been shot, and there was always a magnificent spray of fluid from the neck when a Cybertronian was beheaded, as the femmes were.

He turned to her, and noted that she was holding something behind her back. "What are you hiding?"

With all the tact of a youngling presenting their creator with a drawing, Nightbird offered up the object to him, and Prowl couldn't help but chuckle as he took it from her and looked it over, turning it in his hands. "Why, you sneaky little meta-minx."

She'd "rescued" Ironhide's head, and had even cleaned it up for him.

He patted Nightbird's head, and then placed Ironhide's on a shelf, as if it had never been part of a living thing. "I'll have to find it a proper display. It'd look fantastic in the study, don't you think?"

He rewarded her with a small smile, then wiped a bit of fluid from her face with his thumb. "I don't think I've seen you this proud of yourself for an execution in a long while, and quite rightly so. You've done so well handling this messy business."

He plucked her gore-streaked visor from her face, and set it aside on the table before removing her extra kibble himself and putting it aside. She smiled proudly. When he'd finished removing her kibble, Prowl pulled her possessively to himself by the waist, then walked them both to the window. "I believe I can safely say that we won't have another problem like this for quite a while."

"The soldiers worship and adore you..."

They watched out the window as part of the army marched across the courtyard, moving out to take care of a minor Decepticon attack on a Praxian village called Helix. Her heliotrope optics glinted in the darkness as she looked up at him.

"... almost as much as I do."

What's this? Another end note? Yes :)

So, everyone, thank you for bearing with me here. It's a weird AU, and I realize there are some questions about the society/Prowl's rise to power/the Decepticons, et cetera.

Well, angelfaces, fear not. There is a prequel or two in the works right now. So, if you would, kindly leave any questions left unanswered in the reviews, and I'll take them into consideration when I start work on the prequel.

Thank you all, just so much.