Hello everyone...Daytime here. There's blood in this chap…So, if you don't like it…bite me…Love, Daytime.

Psyche returned to her body and opened her eyes. Everyone was watching her, waiting for her to say something. Psyche pretended not to know why they were staring at her.

"What?...Why is everyone looking at me?" She said, pretending to be insecure. Psyche squirmed in her chair.

Sonar, Mercy and Jumba had the most confused look on their faces. Psyche chuckled and hopped out of the chair. She yanked off the sensory pads and tossed them on the floor.

"I officially hate these things. They're stupid."

Mercy bent down and picked them up. "And why are they stupid, 1105?"

"Do not question me, good doctor." Psyche said dramatically. She quickly calmed down. "They just…are."

Mercy raised a confused eyebrow at Psyche. He shook his head and went to his computer to wait for the data that the sensory pads picked up.

Sonar walked up to Psyche and spoke in a low voice. "Hey Psyche, how did it go? Are you ok?"

Psyche pretended to think. "Hmm, I'm okay, but I can't help feeling I forgot something. Now, what was it?" She looked evilly at Sonar. "…Oh yeah. Now I remember." Psyche let out a loud growl and pounced on Sonar. "If I recall, I promised you need a beating."

Sonar squirmed and wriggled playfully to get out of her grasp. Psyche and Sonar laughed as they wrestled. Jumba and Mercy stared at them, waiting for them to stop. It didn't look like they were going to end soon. Mercy was loosing his patience. He bent over and scooped up Sonar.

"Okay, Okay, enough of this. 1105, what happened?"

Psyche stood up, holding her arms up in triumph. "I came, I saw, I conquered!"

"What?" Mercy said, not in the mood for Psyche's usual dancing around the answer.

Psyche sighed. "555 is safe. He is cradled within the protection of my arms. He doesn't have much to worry about now."

Sonar jumped out of Mercy's arms. "Really, Psyche? Oh, that's totally awesome. I can't wait to tell Lucky and Char… oh, and 266. We have to tell 266. Oh, she'll be so happy. Come on, Psy. Let's go tell her now. Doc, do you need anything from Psyche or can I just take her?" Sonar said grabbing Psyche's arm."

Mercy wasn't listening. "Huh, what?...Whatever. Get out of here. I must speak with Jumba in private. We must discuss how to remedy 555's DNA problem."

"DNA problem?" Psyche asked. "Oh no, what's wrong with him?"

"Oh, Char told me all about that. I'll tell you later, but for now let's go see 266." Sonar said, dragging Psyche out the door.

"What? You dragged Charlatan in on your gossip scooping?"

"No, he helped me willingly. He didn't tell me why though. Well, I didn't really care. The fact that we were doing something together made my heart dance." Sonar held his face with his hand and blushed under his fur.

"Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight." Psyche yanked her arm out of Sonar's other hand. "You go see 266. I've had enough of her face for one day."

"What?...You don't want to tell her what happened?"

"It's not that I don't want to tell her. I just don't want to do it now. I want to do it when I feel like it and right now I feel tired. Or, if you want to do it now without me, be my guest. But right now I don't feel like going back to the 7th Circle."

Sonar sucked his teeth and shook his head. "Psyche, that's mean. She must have been worried for a very long time. It's your duty to relieve her of that burden. I can't tell her. It would be better if she heard it from you."

"What part of "I don't want to" don't you understand?" Psyche began losing her patience.

Sonar sighed heavily and looked away from Psyche. "Psyche, you just don't understand. 266 lost someone she loves a lot. She suffered a lot. You helped her and you are the one to-"

Sonar didn't get a chance to finish that sentence. His face was met with the back of Psyche's paw. Sonar fell against the wall. He looked up at Psyche and held his cheek. Psyche had fire in her eyes.

"What don't I understand? I don't think I heard you correctly." Psyche said, angrily. She looked away from Sonar.

"Psyche, I'm sor-" Sonar began

"You know what? I don't want to hear it. The noise that's coming out of your mouth sickens me. I'll talk to you later….maybe." Psyche walked away from Sonar, who was still sitting on the floor.

He didn't move for a few seconds as he realized what he said and how stupid it was. Sonar stood up and watched Psyche go into the elevator.

:: Should I go after her?::

Sonar thought a moment and then decided not to. He wanted to let her cool down a bit, before approaching her again.

And that was a good idea, because Psyche was heading to a place no experiment should see, the neg-levels. Psyche headed to floor -3, the lowest floor of the lab. This floor is very special to Psyche. She tries not to come down here often, but memories always bring her back. She can't seem to escape it. Psyche stepped out of the elevator, an angry look still across her face. She spoke out loud to herself in frustration.

"Stupid Sonar. The nerve. I still can't believe what he said. I don't understand…I don't understand?...I DON'T UNDERSTAND??!!…HE doesn't understand. No one does…Well, someone did. I miss him so much." Psyche's eyes began to water as she walked down the cold steel hallway.

Psyche reminisced about the day her mate died. "He'll never die! He'll stay with me forever." Psyche finally reached the room she wanted. She opened the door and walked in. There was a table in the middle of the room and in the middle of the table lay one item and one item alone. Psyche walked to the table and reached for the item. She began crying as she held the item in her hand. The item didn't even belong to her. It belonged to her baby. Psyche held a very soft blanket that would have wrapped her baby when it was born, but sadly it never got to hold her baby. She held the blanket to the side of her face as she tried to dry her tears with her other hand. Psyche heard a small whimper come from the other end of the room. She stopped sobbing and put the blanket back down neatly in the middle of the table.

"No, he'll never die…"

Psyche walked to the side of the room where the whimper came from. The silhouette of an experiment came into view. The experiment had his face down.

"…I won't let him." Psyche lifted the chin of the whimpering experiment and kissed him deeply.

The experiment weakly opened his eyes. At an earlier point in this experiment's life, he was happy. He had black and blue fur with purple streaks. His name is Sol and he has control over light. His eyes were bright and his strength unmatched. He was a real nice guy with a few admirers, but he really wasn't interested in any of them. There was only one female that caught his attention, a shy and quiet experiment whose beauty and kindness were unsurpassed. Sol soon married her and they lead a very happy life, until he made one big mistake. He sealed his fate when he put himself before his child.

Psyche took a step back and looked at her beloved. He wasn't strong any more. Sol could barely fit into his skin which seemed to hang off of him. His fur was no longer black with blue and purple. It seemed gray and faded. The bright light that used to shine through his eyes was no longer there. The light of life barely shined through the pain. A sad look washed over Psyche's face as she stared at the frail creature that lay in chains before her.

"Oh honey, look at me. I miss your face." Psyche pleaded.

Sol weakly looked up at his ex-wife. She smiled at him and hugged him tightly.

"I hope you know it pains me to see you this way. It just goes to show that every action and inaction has its consequence." Psyche's eyes began to water again. "Oh, it hurts me to look at you. You're so handsome and you're in so much pain and…and…the chains clash with you fur color." She said looking at the bright yellow chains that she painted.

"If it pains you to see me in pain, then let me go. I want to die." Sol's voice was raspy and forced.

Psyche's expression went blank. "Die?...You die?...Am I to understand that you want death?"

"Yes, please, end your misery and mine."

Psyche looked over to the table and picked up the blanket. She slowly walked back to Sol. "My love, what do you think our baby would have looked like?"

Sol's eyes began tearing.

"Did he have my nose? Your brilliant eyes?" Psyche's voice became enraged. "My fur color? Your strength? HUH?!" She began shouting. "YOU DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T KNOW! WE WOULDN'T NEED TO GUESS IF OUR SON WAS ALIVE!!!"

"Psyche, please, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what happened. I froze."

"Your strength would have easily overpowered 1106."

"I don't know what happened. I froze. I couldn't help it. If I could go back and fix things I could Psyche, but I can't. Our son is dead. Yes, that's sad but you can't keep dwelling on it."

"I can't keep dwelling on it? I should move on? That's what you wanted to do, isn't it?" Psyche began to remember a memory she wanted to forget. "You wanted to move on."

FLASHBACK

It was very late that night. Psyche hadn't spoken a word since she stopped crying 3 weeks ago, which was about a week after the stillborn. She was lying in bed, trying to force herself to go to sleep. Psyche, also, had a knife under her pillow just in case this reality was too unbearable. She understood though that that was a last resort.

::: I was so close to having a family, but now I have nothing. This plane sucks. I wish I could just leave. I don't want to be here anymore:::

Psyche continued to wish herself somewhere else when Sol walked in. When he sat on the bed next to her, she turned over and put her back to him. This hurt him. He was out all day and most of the night talking with Dr. Mercy about Psyche and he came back with what he thought was good news. Sol looked away from Psyche as he spoke.

"Psyche, sweetheart, I have some good news." Sol's voice was sweet and gentle

Psyche didn't deviate from her pattern over the last three weeks and stayed silent.

"Well, the good news is, Dr. Mercy says you're okay to try to have another baby. You're body recovered nicely and you're healthy. So, if you want to try to have another child, we can…and I think we should. It's what you wanted, right? A child?...Well, we can try again, whenever you're ready that is. I don't want to rush you or anything. This is hard for both of us, but I think we can get through this together and I'm willing to try again. Just let me know if and when you're ready." He turned and looked at Psyche who still had her back to him. Sol had a sad look on his face as he crawled into bed next to Psyche and felt asleep.

Psyche, however, was still very much awake… and angry…so very angry.

::: Every time I try to shut the door on reality, it comes through the window. ::: Psyche sat up and stared at her sleeping mate. ::: Move on? Make another baby?...Make another baby to forget the one we lost? How dare he even think about such things. He must be punished. :::

Psyche tapped her mate's shoulder. Sol stirred, his eyes met Psyche, shining brilliantly with hope.

"Yes, dear." He said hopeful. Psyche pushed Sol on his back and straddled him. Sol smiled. "Psyche, you want to? It's not too soon for you?"

Psyche smiled and reached under her pillow. She grabbed the knife and held it high above her head. Sol gasped and tried to get away, but Psyche brought the knife down into his chest, hard. Sol screamed out in extreme pain as the knife pierced through his flesh and bone.

"Sol, my love, why do you want to forget our child?" Psyche whispered. "That's not very fatherly of you. And, if you're not fatherly…what good are you in a family, my family? Goodbye, Sol." Psyche twisted the knife twice and then pulled it. Pulling the knife made Sol's blood shoot out of him and all over Psyche. Psyche stared up at the ceiling, letting the blood drops fall on her face like a shower.

The shout didn't fall on deaf ears fortunately. Only one was awake to hear the scream at that hour. He jumped out of bed and ran next door to his neighbor's dorm. He burst in the door. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw.

Psyche was still staring up at the ceiling, covered in blood. She tilted her head slightly to see who was at the door. It was her best friend.

"PSYCHE, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Sonar yelled out.

End Flashback.

Psyche sighed as her memory faded. "I'm so glad I realized what I did was wrong and brought you back to life. After all, if our son is dead, I don't want you to be with him if I can't. Then again, I don't want you to go unpunished for your lack of control. So, I guess, me keeping you down here, away from anything pleasurable, is pretty close to the punishment I want to inflict. So, to answer your plead from before. No, you will not die as long as I live. You will suffer everyday for the rest of your miserable life, just like me. I don't want to be alone with my misery. Your suffering shall mirror mine. So, get used to it." Psyche said, calmly. She smiled and walked up to Sol and kissed him again. "Don't get me wrong. I still love you. I love you just as much as I did when we were married. I feel it's a good thing when a couple can still say that after all this time. You still love me, don't you?" Psyche said hopeful.

Sol weakly looked at her. "Yes, but I wished you loved me enough to let me go."

Psyche growled at Sol and smacked him. Sol whimpered slightly as blood dripped from his nose. She turned and headed for the door. "I still love you, Sol, but like I said. You're not going anywhere for a very long time."

Psyche walked out the door slamming it behind her. She made her way to the elevator to go back up to the main levels and find her friends.

ok…I'm actually going to reply to my readers…I love you all

Nighttime5:11: glad to hear it kiddo. I can't wait for your first story.

Mareo and Anime: thank you very muchly

VOID99: I'm sorry I lied and told you that 552 was in this chap…don't worry…He's in the next one for sure…I think he's in the entire chap too.

Morning Dove: Here's your chap and there will be more very soon…I'm already half way done with the next chap.

Mystical Raven: Sorry

Mimid12355: Thank you very muchly…I tried my best with that physical psychology and I'm glad it pleases…