Alright, this is attempt two at this chap!

"(T-that bitch…)" whispers 014, tears in her eyes. We're in the hospital wing of the base on the 5th floor, sat with 550. He's on a bed with several wires attached to his body, a mask over his mouth, eyes closed. He's been like that for the past day or two. His chest is covered by blood-spotted bandages and he's breathing irregularly. I'm led down at the end of the bed, 014 sat on the chair next to him. We haven't left his side yet. "(That absolute bitch…)" She strokes his forehead gently, purring to him.

"Hey, who was to know?" I say, trying to calm her down. Even though it is pretty bad. Both Docs say he's got broken ribs from where she stabbed him. "Like Tink said, she's unpredictab-"

"I'll kill her." 014 snarls. She leans forward and gently brushes his antennae. She looks up at me, a look of hatred on her face. "I'll kill her." She repeats, slipping off the chair. She vanishes, but I quickly stick my arm out, and she appears again, coughing. "Let go of me!!" she yells, trying to get out of my grip. I keep hold of her round her waist, holding back tears. I can't stand to see her like this…

"Just stop and think!" I snap. "She'll flatten you!"

"Let GO OF ME!!" she yells, juddering about, tears flying about as she shakes her head from side-to-side. "Let go of me…" she says, overcome by sorrow, shaking less and less. She squeezes her eyes shut and stops resisting, sitting back on her knees.

"…Are you calm now?" I ask, blinking away the water in my eyes. She nods sadly, drawing her hands to her eyes, wiping away the tears.

"(…I'm- I'm sorry…)" she whispers, looking back at him. "(I want to get back at her for him.)"

"Why? It's not your fault." I say, looking at him as well. "It's mine. I never should have told him to give Psyche a try. What an idiot I am…" I drop my eyes, shaking my head.

"(…Don't be thick…)" I hear someone say. I quickly look to the bed. 550's eye is half open, a smile beneath the mask. "(Never should have had that 5th Vodka…)"

"You're awake!" 014 says happily, vanishing, and then appearing next to him.

"(Duh(!))" he laughs, grinning painfully up at her. "(And I felt…)" He lifts up his hand and gently taps his antenna. 014 blushes slightly, looking away.

"550?" I ask warily. "…Sneak? Forgive me?"

"For what?" he asks, leaning up slightly to look at me. "Anyway, it's too late. Already forgiven, buddy." I smile thankingly.

"Well now you're awake, there's no reason for me to be here." I say, smirking at the both of them. "Glad to see you're Ok, 'Sneak'…" I wink, then turn and walk out.

I make my way downstairs. Y'know, to see what's been goin' on. I nose open the 3rd floor door and go into the canteen. I see Experiment 198.

She's Jumba's first secret finder, a prototype for 199. She's 3ft long, quadruped-al but with two other legs (I don't know the proper word for it. She's got 6-legs but walks like me.), yellow-orange fur, minus a round, red spot on her forehead, yellow hair that's tied back in two plats with a hairclip in, her ears are curled up and laid back, like 199's, tiny, 323-like wings on her back and a silk bow tied at the end of her tail.

"-and his real name's Hubert, he's one sixteenth Kleptorisan, he's- Hey Odd!" she says, noticing me. "Come over and join the gossip circle! I'm just talkin' about Doc. Mercy."

"Naw, not really interested." She sniffs at me with her slightly-large nose.

"Oh, really?" she smirks. "Well, I'm sure other people'll interested to know of your crush on one of Mercy's experiments!" Aw, Blitznack!!!! Why did Jumba give her that nose?!?

"Really? Who?" one female says, looking interested.

"Yeah, C'mon girl!"

"Preach it!"

I sigh, walking away. I look around, just for someone to talk to. Then I spy her. Miss Psychic and the gang sat at a table. I growl in the back of my throat at the sight of her. I extend my back claws, striding towards her. Right. Revenge is now! I'm gonna teach her a lesson myself, even if I'm beaten up! I stomp up behind her and yell;

"You!" in my fiercest voice. She turns round in her seat, not even startled.

"And… you want?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't gimme that stuff!" I growl, hackles rising. "You know what you did."

"Psyche?" Sonar asks, puzzled. "What's he talkin' about?"

"What, you don't know?!" I growl, glancing at him before glaring at her. "She's the bitch who stabbed my friend in the chest with a broken bottle!!" The others gasp slightly.

"Psyche?!" Charlatan asks, looking slightly shocked. "Is this guy saying the truth?!"

"Yeah… And what of it?" she sighs, looking at her fingernails.

"Psyche, this is no way to treat guests in our own home!" Lucky reprimands, hands on her hips and a frown on her face.

"Aw, stop bein' all high-and-mighty." She snorts, waving a hand at Lucky. "I read his mind. That 'thing' was plannin' to rape me."

"He was Drunk!!" I snarl, standing right in front of her, placing my hands on the seat of her chair, leaning forward so we're nearly nose-to-nose. "He didn't have a clue what he was thinking! He's a Pacifist, for Blitznack's sake! You should at least apologise for it!!" A few other people begin to stare.

"Drunk?" she says sceptically, pushing me back with one finger. "No way was he drunk. I would've been able to tell."

"He was only drunk physically! He's able to clear his mind, make himself not look, think or act drunk at all!" I snap. She blinks, possibly not believing me. "Alright, your Royal highness!" I snarl, loading the last part with sarcasm. "If you're so good, just read his mind now! Or whatever you do!"

"I go to Thoughtland, moron." She sneers, closing her eyes. A few seconds later she re-opens them, looking guilty and amused.

"Well?" I say angrily, sitting down on my hind-legs. She sighs, rolling her eyes.

"Alright, I admit it. He was drunk. Happy now?" She says, raising an eyebrow.

"No, he isn't!" says Lucky, folding her arms. "I think an apology is in order, don't you?" she adds, looking to Sonar and Charlatan. They nod, frowning. She growls angrily, wiping her hand down her face.

"Alright, alright!! Calm down, Jury Squad(!)" She looks to me. "Look, I'm sorry for busting up you friend. It was just self-defensive, as in stop him before he had the chance to do it to me. Really." Hmm… she sounds sincere…

"Alright then." I say, still frowning slightly. "Just one last thing though."

"Which is…?" she says, a slight growl in her voice.

"Could you please stop treating us like Trogs? It's getting annoying about you considering Jumba's experiments lower life forms."

"You don't ask for much, do you(?)" She sighs, rolling her eyes again. "Alright, I'll give it a try…"

"Hey, er… Odd?" Sonar asks. I look to him. "Just wondering… Are you single?" He raises his eyebrows flirtatiously.

"Sorry, Sound-boy." Says Psyche, shaking her head. "Straight."

"It's always the cute ones…" he sighs, circling the rim of his glass with a finger.

"…Should I be freaked out here or not?" I ask, looking between them. They laugh, including Sound-boy. I don't get what's so funny…

"Anyway," says Psyche, looking at the large digital clock on the wall. "Time to get back to Chores." She stares at Lucky a second as the other two get up. A second later, Lucky gasps slightly, going pink under her fur.

"(Really?)" She asks quietly. Psyche nods, glancing at me. What-? What she just tell her? She didn't- Oh no, she didn't just-?! Does she-?! They start walking away. Aw, good. She didn't. I turn and start to walk away.

"Excuse me?" I hear- Oh, Blitznack- Lucky say behind me. I turn and look at her.

"…Erm… Yes…?" I ask, my mind going blank.

"Erm…" she says, rubbing the back of her neck and averting her eyes. "Psyche… Psyche's just told me something… And I, erm, would like to know if it's true…"

"Shoot…" I say, hoping it's not what I think it is.

"Well… To put it blandly… Do you have a crush on me?" she says, looking back to me.

…

"(Well, there's no point in denying it…)" I mutter, sighing. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. Ever since I first saw you."

"…Oh." She says, blushing slightly. "I never thought anyone would like me. I mean, Psyche's beautiful, you can't deny, but me…" she shrugs sadly. "I'm just plain."

"You've really got those words in the wrong order…" I say, smiling disbelievingly. She gets the meaning of what I said, laughing politely. "Hey… how about we meet up sometime?"

"Hmm…" she says to herself, tapping her lip. "How about the dance recital I'm going to be in?"

"You're gonna be in a dance recital?"

"Oh, yeah. Sonar's helping me with my costume, but I'm a little bit stuck on the choreography."

"Well… I suppose I could help you there. I was designed to be a gymnast."

"Really? Oh, wow! That's actually kinda cool! I was just designed to manipulate luck."

"You think gymnastics is cool and you can change luck? Well, you must have been changing it for me to meet you…"

"You're just saying sweet things to get me to like you, aren't you(?)"

I shrug my shoulders, smiling nervously.

"I don't mind," she says quickly. "I'm just saying-!"

"Experiment 777; please report to the cargo bay for your Chores." The PA system says.

"Oh no!!" She suddenly says, hands drawn to her mouth in shock. "That's me! I'm sorry; I've got to get going!"

"Sorry to have kept you!" I yell at her retreating back.

"No worries! See you later!" She yells back, opening and going through a door.

Ok, what just happened then? I actually had a conversation with her. Without running away!

I grin to myself, making up a little happy dance as I walk back to the 5th floor, ignoring the stares of the other experiments.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" I chant happily, almost skipping up the stairs. I nose open the infirmary door. "Oh yeah! Oh ye-!" I pause, watching this little scene. A faint smile creeps onto my face, realising what Psyche was so amused about when she visited 550's mind.

They're gently rubbing foreheads, 550's antennae wrapped around 014's antlers, eyes closed, purring gently. It's our equivalent of a kiss. (You really don't want to know the French version equivalent.) Should I interrupt them or wait until they split? …The split option. 014'll tear me to pieces. I sit down and clap my front paws together as they come apart, a big grin plastered on my face. They look round, blushing slightly.

"I knew you two liked each other!" I laugh, walking over to them. "All you needed was a push in the right direction."

"Or a stab." 550 grins, tapping his bandages lightly.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, how was it?" I wonder, lying down at the foot of the bed.

"Hmm…" says 014, rubbing her chin. "It just felt… Natural. 550's my best friend." She puts her hand on his. "I just wanted to show how much he meant to me."

"Same here." 550 says. "It was as if our friendship before didn't mean as much as we meant to the other. That kiss sent us over the threshold."

"Ok, you guys are going theological on me," I laugh slightly, shaking my head. "You know how theology confuses me."

"Along with anything else remotely intelligent(?)" Says 014, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh! Such an insult(!)" I say as sarcastically, grabbing at one of my hearts. (Yeah, I have two hearts. No big.) Now I know they're the same as before!

"Oh, yeah!" I remember suddenly. "I talked to Psyche. She said she's really sorry, and wanted to defend herself before you had a chance to do whatever-you-thought-up to her. I don't think she wanted you to regret that experience." I add, looking to 550.

"Oh…" 014 says, looking slightly out-of-place. "Well… She doesn't seem that bad then…"

Is this version better?