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Lucky burst into the room as soon as she heard Psyche screaming.

"Psyche, what's wrong?" She asked, worried. Psyche was sobbing softy into her pillow. "Psyche?" Lucky put her hand on Psyche's shoulder and looked around.

She didn't see anything out of the ordinary, except for a broken mirror on the floor.

"Psyche, did you drop that?" Lucky asked, softy. Psyche didn't answer. She just continued crying. "Well, try to get some sleep and no more screaming. You scared the living daylights out of me." Lucky began picking up the pieces of glass.

Psyche closed her eyes and tried to go to Thoughtland but with being drunk and everything she only got as far as Limbo.

"Well, that's what I get for drinking." Psyche said to herself in Limbo. "Hmm, I guess I'll stay here for 8 hours, give my body a rest."

While Psyche's mind was in Limbo she began thinking about things. Nothing in particular, she just let her mind wander around. As her mind drifted, remembered a few memories she had hoped to forget…

FLASHBACK

A little experiment was floating in a container with blue-green water. She had her eyes closed and her mind lived in Thoughtland. Suddenly she was yanked out of Thoughtland and taken to her body. The baby opened her eyes and began choking on the water. She began banging on the wall of the container, but her tiny hands didn't make much noise. The little one looked around for help but only saw this big skinny man in a lab coat. She opened her mouth and tried to scream, but no sound came out. The little experiment was about to pass out when she felt the water around her move. It was draining. She gasped for breathe and looked up. A big hand reached down for her. The pup whimpered and tried to get away from the big scary hand, but it was no use. The big hand got her and put her on a cold table.

The small experiment shivered on the cold metal table and looked around.

::: Where is this place? This place is different from the bubbly place I used to be in. It's cold. I wanna go home. I know I'll fly.::: The little one felt her back and felt only fur.

Sometime later, the little one was given a name and a family to be raised in. When Psyche was brought home, she began to love this new world she lived in and her new mother and her mother's mate. She would never call her mother's mate her father. Dr. Mercy would always be her father.

As Psyche grew older, her mother tried to steer her away from being evil, but unfortunately Dr. Mercy wouldn't have that and decided to start her training early. With horror, Psyche came home to witness her mother's death after her first day of training.

END

Psyche screamed as the memory swept through her mind. She threw herself back into her body and sat up screaming. Psyche was wet with sweat and tears. She pushed her face into the blankets. Psyche heard the door open and felt someone sit next to her.

"Psyche, what's wrong?" Asked a caring voice. Psyche looked up. It was Lucky.

"I'm…fine." Psyche said with a shaky voice. "I was just remembering something."

"What?"

"I was thinking about Optica."

"Your mom?"

Psyche nodded and got up. Her legs buckled under her and she fell over. She grunted and held her head. Psyche just realized that she had the worst headache.

"Aw man! How drunk was I last night?"

"Oh, tell me you don't remember." Lucky said surprised. Psyche looked at her with inquiry. "Oh creation, you don't remember?...You don't remember anything?"

"Uh, hon, that's kind of a side effect of being drunk, you know."

"So, you don't remember any of the predictions you made."

"Nope not a one. Why? We're they scary?"

"Yeah, and I think at one point during the night you looked at yourself in the mirror."

"Aw man, now I really wish I remembered." Psyche held her head and walked across the room to the door. "What time is it?"

"Uh…about three. You were asleep for a long time." Lucky said. "Okay, get ready. We have to meet the guys for lunch."

"Lunch… at three in the afternoon?"

"It's a late lunch. Just come on. We have to talk."

Psyche said fine and she got ready. After brushing her hair to perfection, she and Lucky left the dorm and walked down the hall.

"So, what do you need to talk about?"

Lucky slapped Psyche upside the head. "Snar told me about how you spoke to one of Jumba's children." Lucky scolded. "I must say you definitely need an attitude adjustment!"

"Uh, HELLO! I have a headache!" Psyche yelled.

"YOU ARE A HEADACHE, PSYCHE. I can't believe you. You turned away someone in need. That's so mean."

"I am evil if you haven't noticed."

"Yeah, I've noticed and it has to stop. You don't have to be evil anymore. Dr. Mercy gave us a choice, you know."

"I know."

"Hey, did you hear? Dr. Mercy might let his experiments inhabit our own planet since he created so many."

"Let me guess, you heard that from Sonar."

"Yeah."

Psyche rolled her eyes. "What a gossip. He's worse than a woman."

They went to the elevator and to the floor Sonar and Charlatan were on. They soon reached the restaurant and sat with the guys. Char didn't seem too happy with Psyche either.

"Why would you say things like that, Psyche?" Char said.

"Guys, come on, I just woke up." Psyche pleaded.

"No, there's no excuse for the way you spoke." Char said in a stern voice.

Psyche growled. "Geez, Sonar, did you have to tell everyone about 266."

"Well, they asked what we did yesterday and I told them how lame you were?" Sonar said. Psyche sighed and rolled her eyes. Lucky stared at her.

"What?" Psyche asked.

"I think you should go apologize."

"WHAT? APOLIGIZE? You've got to be joking." Psyche said, appalled.

"You should." Lucky said, sternly.

"Yeah, and you can bite me." Psyche sat back and crossed her arms.

"Oh, you're so stubborn!" Sonar said.

"Psyche, come on." Char said.

Sonar and Luck joined Char in berating Psyche. After a while Psyche couldn't take it anymore.

"FINE! I'll go apologize! You guys suck big time!" Psyche yelled out.

Everyone laughed. Sonar put his hand on Psyche's shoulder. "We might suck, but you still love us."

Psyche scrunched her nose at Sonar. Sonar chuckled. "Come on everyone. GROUP HUG!" Sonar called out. Everyone tackled Psyche. She tried to run but there was no escape from the hug. After a while, Psyche stopped fighting it and hugged everyone back.

"Okay, Psyche, how about we go see that girl after lunch?" Sonar asked.

Psyche agreed and they soon got their food. After some more chitchat, they finished their food and were on their way to the section of the lab were Jumba's experiments were kept on the 7th floor.

The 7th Circle is a part of the lab where unfinished experiments and unruly creations are kept. That part of the lab was a bit small and not as kept up as the rest of the lab. Unfortunately, this circular floor was the only part of the lab that had available dormitories and that's where Jumba kept his experiments. When the gang arrived at the 7th Circle they were taken aback at the living conditions.

"I hate this place." Lucky said, clutching Sonar's arm. "It's really grimy here."

"And not to mention a bit cramped." Sonar said. "Four experiments for a two person dorm?" Sonar grunted in disgust.

"Whatever, we don't live here. What do we care? Let's just find that girl, so I can apologize, and get back to civilization." Psyche said, annoyed.

They looked and asked around for experiment 266. Soon, they came across an experiment numbered 386. She was sitting in the hallway fiddling around with a camera. When Psyche and the others found her, she was talking to another experiment and the number 266 came out of her mouth. She seemed to know something about her. Lucky approached her.

"Excuse me. Can you help us?" Lucky asked. "We're looking for someone."

"Who are you guys? I don't seem to remember you guys around here before." 386 asked.

Lucky smiled. "Hi, I'm Lucky. He's Sonar. He's Charlatan. And she's Psyche. You haven't seen us around here because we're Mercy's experiments."

Sonar and Char waved at 386. Psyche just nodded slightly.

"Mercy's experiments?" 386 grew angry. She remembered how some of Mercy's experiments call them children and they called themselves angels because a lot of them thought they were created better then Jumba's experiments. "What are you angels doing here? I thought Jumba's experiments weren't good enough for your kind." She said.

"I'm sorry about what the other Mercy experiments say but I assure you that's not our attitude, right guys?" Lucky said, turning to everyone. Sonar and Char agreed. Psyche turned her face away.

386 didn't seem convinced. "That still doesn't explain why you're here. Mercy's experiments live in the better part of the lab. What could possibly bring the cream of the crop down here to the 7th Circle?"

"Like I said we're looking for someone, an experiment numbered 266. Please, can you help us?"

"Aren't you angels supposed to be really powerful or something? Why would you need the help of a lowly experiment of Jumba?"

Psyche had enough of 386's mouth. She closed her eyes and went to Thoughtland. Psyche searched mind and found the info she was looking for…and more. Even though she knew where 266 was and decided to make 386 talk anyway. Psyche pushed through everyone and walked up to her.

"Look you, we didn't come all the way over here to list to your mindless drivel. I know you're best friends with 266. Bring us to her now!" Psyche ordered.

"I'm not moving." 386 said and crossed her arms.

"Well, I'll just have to do my best to sway you." Psyche raised her hand and turned 386 upside-down. "I wonder how Jumba's experiments react to internal bleeding."

"Okay! Okay! Fine, I'll take you to her. Put me down." 386 shouted, irritated.

"Thank you. You are very kind." Psyche said sarcastically. She lowered her hand and 386 fell. "Lead the way." Psyche ordered.

386 got up and began walking, mumbling angrily to herself. Lucky tugged on Psyche's arm.

"We have to work on your people skills, Psy." She whispered.

Psyche scoffed. "My people skills are just fine. If you ask me you're the one that needs the people skills adjustment. If I didn't step in, we'd still be arguing with the kid."

"Don't call them that. We have to get out of that habit. It really insults them." Sonar said.

"Like I give a crap." Psyche said rolling her eyes.

They walked for a while then arrived to the dorm they wanted.

"Tada." 386 said sarcastically. "If you hurt 266 in anyway, I swear…"

"OoOoOo, she's making threats. Your imperfection is the only thing that scares me." Psyche said, walking into the room. The others followed her.

When they walked into the room, 266 and her mate were sitting on the couch talking. Psyche cleared her throat and they looked up.

"Oh," 266 stood up. "Hello, Miss Psyche. To what do I owe this pleasant visit? Oh, and you brought friends." 266 said.

"266, the moment they get on your nerves call me. I'll get them out of here." 386 said.

Psyche growled at her. 266 chuckled. "Don't worry, 386. I don't think I'll be needing it. Thank you." 266 said softly.

386 left. Lucky and Char introduced themselves to 266. She was happy to meet them and to see Sonar again. Psyche waited till the small talk died down to talk to 266. When it did, Psyche asked 266 if they could talk in private. They walked to the bathroom on the dormitory floor while the others stayed back in the room.

"What's on your mind, Psyche?"

Psyche walked around and avoided 266's eyes. She took a deep breath. "Look, I might have acted a bit harsh before. I wasn't having a good day at the time, but I know that's no excuse. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry." Psyche said in a low tone. 266 smiled and nodded her head.

"It's ok. We all have our days." 266 said.

Psyche crossed her arms and sat on a bench. 266 sat across from her on another bench. She looked at Psyche and she sensed Psyche wanted to say more.

"Something else on your mind?" 266 asked, smiling.

Psyche shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "I was thinking about your 555."

266's eyes became a bit hopeful. "Have you made a decision?"

"No, not yet. I'm still mulling."

"Oh." 266's grew a bit saddened.

Psyche rolled her eyes a bit as if she was thinking. "Tell me about 555, will you?"

"He's the most loving sweetest soul there is."

"And what's wrong with him?"

"Wrong with him? What do you mean?"

"He's in trouble isn't he? Why is he in trouble?"

"Well, 552 has him in his hooks. 5…er…555 has this burn in his hand. 552 put it there. He marked 555. The demon has him as his prisoner…I remember, he could never sleep. Nightmares plagued him. His last few moments were peaceful though. We shared something special that day."

"'Were peaceful'? Is he dead?...I don't raise the dead. Well, I do, but I don't do that for everyone, you know."

"No no, he's not dead. His DNA has this fatal flaw. It caused him to become extremely hot to the point of nearly killing him. 555 was put in a hibernation bowl until a cure could be found."

Psyche stood and began pacing. Psyche closed her eyes and in an instant she went to Thoughtland and took another look into 266's memory. Psyche returned to her body. An angry look appeared in her face. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"You have to be honest with me." Psych put her hands on her hips.

"Of course."

Psyche paused a moment and took a deep breath. She was about to get very angry and she didn't want blow her top too soon. "Are you sure you didn't ask me to help you out of guilt?... I mean, you're absolutely certain it's love?"

"Yes, I know with all my heart."

"Well, you have a very funny way of showing you love someone."

"What?"

"I really hope that the special moment that you two shared in the last few moments before he went into the bowl was enough to last him FIVE YEARS!"

266 gasped. Psyche continued. "Oh, you love him soooo much." Psyche said a bit overly dramatic. "Hmph, you only visited him twice over five years! Oh yea…I feel the love."

"You don't understand! The day Jumba put him in the container something died in me. I've never felt such pain."

"You don't know pain, little one."

"Yes, I do. I've felt every type of pain there was, courtesy of 552, but this was different. I died that day." Tears were in 266's eyes.

"You felt every pain only once. I feel the most devastating of pain every minute of everyday. My mother died when I was very young. I lost my husband and my child at the same time. They were my life. There isn't a day that goes by when I don't remember losing everything. I'm on the brink of going insane. Don't talk to me about pain!"

266 was speechless. She never had a child but could imagine how it would feel going to your child's funeral or your mates. "How did they die?"

"My husband stood by and watched my son get killed and then he died a month later. I saw him on our bed. He wasn't moving. He was bloody and DEAD, stabbed to death." Psyche's voice became harsh with rage and anger.

"Did…did he kill himself?" 266 asked in the brink of tears.

"No…He was murdered." Psyche answered coldly.

266 covered her mouth. "Did anyone find who killed him?"

"……yeah, they did. Someone found the killer." Psyche lowered her eyes and had a quick thought of Sonar. She sighed.

"If you can't help 555, then I won't hold it against you. Even if you did want to help, I wouldn't know where to begin. I don't even know where he is. Jumba put him somewhere away from the rest of the experiments."

Psyche looked up at 266 and remembered something. "You did say he was put in a hibernation bowl, right?"

"Yeah."

::: Perhaps I'm looking at this situation wrong. I could benefit.::: Psyche smiled and walked close to 266. "Love can warm the coldest heart, 266. And, you have warmed mine. I will help you."

266's eyes lit up with hope and happiness. She smiled warmly, but it didn't last long. 266 became worried as she looked into Psyche's face. An evil grin appeared on Psyche's face.

"I'll help you…for a price." Psyche put an arm around 266's shoulders.

"A price?" She asked nervously.

"Yep, I made a deal with Jumba to kill 552. What makes you different? My services aren't free nor are they cheap. Are you willing to pay my prices?"

266 stared at Psyche with a bit of disbelief. She looked at the floor as if lost in thought. Psyche sighed. "I didn't think your love had a price. You should be willing to pay anything."

266 whimpered a bit. "But I don't have-"

Psyche quickly covered 266's mouth. ::: I'm not sure what this girl can give me that I can't get myself, but it couldn't hurt to be able to hold something of her head.::: "Nonsense. I'm sure you must have something."

266 shook her head. Psyche smiled. "Well, how does this sound?... I'll still help you and if I see something I want, I'll let you know."

266 thought a moment. ::: I'm not sure if I trust her, but she's the only one that has the power to help.::: 266 held out her hand.

A wide grin appeared on Psyche's face. "YES! It's a deal!" Psyche shook 266's hand. "It's a pleasure doing business with you." Psyche walked to the door. "555 will be at peace soon." She winked at 266 and smiled. "You know what, 266? I do want something that you might be able to help me with. I've always wanted a family, more importantly just a child of my own. A child to fill the gap left by the death of my first born is all I really need."

"How can I help with that?"

"Well, I'll let you know. Oh by the way, congratulations…" Psyche said. 266 had a look of confusion on her face. Psyche's smile faded a bit and she pointed to 266's tummy. "It's a boy."

"I'm…" 266 held her stomach.

"Yep." Psyche said sadly.

266 swallowed hard. She had a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. ::: What have I done?::: She looked at the hand Psyche shook and saw a small blue circle that wasn't there before. 266 went to the sink, washed her hands and headed toward the door. She walked into empty hallway. Psyche was already back where she left her friends.

They kept asking her questions about how it went and she ignored them all. Psyche turned to the group.

"Wait here." She told them. Psyche, then, grabbed Sonar's arm and headed to the nearest elevator.

"What's going on Psyche?" Sonar asked.

"I agreed to help 266." Psyche said quickly.

Sonar smiled and told Psyche he was proud of her for caring for others. Psyche rolled her eyes and didn't acknowledge the compliment.

"So, how are we going to help?" Sonar asked.

"Remember that door we passed yesterday, the one that said "Do Not Disturb" on it?"

"Yeah, but what does that have to do with helping?"

"Well, we have to disturb whoever is behind that door."

"That doesn't sound like helping."

"Shut up and just do what I say." Psyche said impatiently.

The got on the elevator and went to the floor. They hurried to the door that said "Do Not Disturb" on it. The door was locked, big surprise.

"Oh well, guess we can't get in." Sonar began leaving.

Psyche groaned. "Do you want to help me or not?"

"I don't think breaking into a room that is clearly marked for us not to go into is helping."

"Trust me. There is someone in there that needs help."

Sonar sighed and returned next to Psyche. "Thank you, Sonar." Psyche said. She put her hand up by the lock on the door and used her telekinesis to unlock it. The door slid open and they gasped. They saw an experiment curled up in a hibernation bowl filled with a coolant serum. Psyche leaned her head close to Sonar.

"Hide our sounds. I don't want him to wake up and see us." Psyche whispered. Sonar nodded

A bubble-like shield appeared around Sonar and Psyche. She walked up to the experiment in the bowl. This was definitely one of Jumba's experiments. He had scales all over him. His arms and legs had black scales while his chest, head, and back had red ones. This experiment had two orange horns that curved from the top of his head to the back of his neck. Psyche walked around the bowl. She saw on his back were two silver stripes and two burn marks on his back.

::: I wonder what happened there.::: Psyche thought.

"Who is this?" Sonar asked.

"This is experiment 555. 266 asked me to save him from 552."

Sonar gasped. "Are you sure you can?... I'm all for helping, but you kind of have you're hands full already with 552. You sure you can handle it?"

Psyche stared into 555's sleeping face. He was frowning and twitching every now and then. It looked like 555 was having a dream. She touched the cold glass, closed her eyes and put her ear to the glass. She used her mind reading powers to try to hear what he was dreaming. She heard screams of torment and torture. Psyche gasped and fell backwards. Sonar knelt down to her.

"What happened?... What did you hear?"

::: Don't worry. I'll come for you.::: "Sonar, I'm going into Thoughtland and getting him out." Psyche said sternly.

"What? Now?"

Psyche stared at 555's sleeping face. She sat on the floor and closed her eyes.

There it is…Happy?... I know I am…

Wolfamaroq- did you change your pen name again?

Faith- Glad you like it

Tyler Buckland- you'll see

K9- about the Pleakley thing…that was supposed to be a joke…Pleakley really acts really girly in the series.

Anin624- I must say you did a good job with your story about Psyche ….

If anyone is interested it's called "It takes Two" and there is also a sequel

VOID99- That's funny…I didn't think you'd think Psyche was cute when she was drunk….More like annoying, I think…but whatever

Mimic12355- I will.

Ok that's it for now…Stay tuned…. Next chap up sooner than thought