Amity-Star: Hi. Sorry for the late (VERY) late up-date, but I have been really busy. Who would have thought that year 10 would be so hard? So much homework! FEAR THE HOMEWORK!!! RUN!!!!

Starscream: You've had far too many Push Pops haven't you?

Amity-Star: well. . .

Optimus: Oh Primus.

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Armada, but I do own the plot, no matter how sad (as in sob, sob) it is, and I also own Psyche.


A blue blur sped through the halls of the Autobot base, a long yell of excitement trailing behind it. Turning corners rapidly, the tiny blue mini-con with it's human partner laughed and beeped with happiness. No weariness showed on Psyche's face. No sign of pain plagues her eyes. She looked perfectly healthy.

Taking a corner without looking, mini-con and human nearly crashed into a giant transformers foot. "Hey! Watch what you're doing!" Scavenger said in his gruff voice as he bend down on one knee and watched as the human helped her partner to stand up, laughing when they tumbled over one another.

"Sorry Scavenger. We were having too much fun. I guess we got carried away." Psyche smiled as Bubbles, the tiny blue mini-con, transformed into her alt mode of a formula-1 race car.

Speeding down the hall and soon out of the optical vision of Scavenger, Bubbles really put the pedal to the metal and they flew throughout the base in a constant race of speed with nothing really.

Scavenger stood and looked at the spot where Psyche once stood, only for brief moments before. She is one lucky girl to have such a good cousin and friend.Scavenger thought as he seemed to remember something just before Psyche had jumped onto the back of the mini-con.

Replaying the bit of memory from his memory chip, his frown seemed to turn into a sad, regret filled smile. Alexis and the others are sure going to miss her when she's gone.


Psyche grinned and held out her hands. "See, Alex, nothing is behind my back." She smiled slyly and Alexis looked at her wearily. A sudden excited smile lit her face and she pointed to behind her cousin.

"Don't look now, Psyche, but I think you just blew your cover." Alexis grinned and proceeded to tackle Psyche.

Both tussled on the floor, one in tears from laughing so hard and other from biting her tongue. "STOP IT!!! PLEASE ALEXIS!!! STOP IT!! YOUR KILLING ME!!!" Psyche yelled out as every bot and human in the room turned and looked at what was so funny.

Finally releasing her tortured cousin, Alexis stood up and caressed her chin. "You hit me!" she said as she faced her cousin.

"Youwere killing me! How was I to defend myself?" Psyche said as she folded her arms across her chest and puffed her chest out.

Alexis stood in mock horror at Psyche. "You stole my hair ribbon. I wanted it back and when I asked you to hand it back to me you said you didn't have it."

Psyche then seemed to remember the reason for their little play fight and looked in her back jean pocket. "Hey! I swear I don't have it now! What happened to it?" she asked to no one in particular.

Alexis pointed to behind Psyche once more and laughed when her cousins eyes narrowed in her famous yet cheesy impersonation of Clint Eastwood. "I'll give you till the count of three. . ."

Bubbles looked down at the white ribbon in her hands and seemed to do the mini-con equivalent of gulping. Slowly, with a shaky hand, she handed back to the ribbon and raced out of the room faster than Jet Fire running at the sight of Billy barfing.

Psyche turned to the group of Transformers and humans in the room and shrugged. "What? Was it something I said?"


Optimus stared at the computer screen infront of him, unable to concentrate. He had spoken with Psyche earlier that week after noticing her alone and clutching her head as if in pain. . .

Optimus opened the doors to the control room and found Psyche holding her head and wincing some. Her face was pale and she was grimacing. "Psyche, is something the matter?" he asked quietly as to not scare her.

Psyche looked up puzzled for a moment before flinching. "Optimus, how long have you been standing there?" she asked hesitantly as she composed her self, sealing away the pain for her personal time.

"Long enough to know that you are getting worse. Why haven't you told anyone? Why haven't you asked Red Alert to work on a cure?" Optimus asked, fighting down the pain filled fury about why she hadn't seeked help.

Psyche looked down for a moment but then looked up, a small smile on her face. "The reason is because it is too late. Even if there was a cure, I really don't want it." She paused, thinking of what to say next. "Optimus, you have to understand. I feel as though I was put on this Earth for one reason. It is unclear to me right now, but I know when the time comes, I will know." She finished quietly, her smile seeming to leave her face and return with that grimace of pain. "Please promise me you won't tell Alexis or the others? If they find out, it will be on their own or when I am gone. Just please, that is all I ask of you and to look out for Alexis when she most needs it."

Optimus looked down at the human that seemed to have an age of wiseness, seemingly unfit for a young, dying girl. Smiling from beneath his face-mask, he picked her up and nodded.

Psyche returned the favour by smiling one of her famous smiles and saying nothing more.

Optimus looked back at the memory and tapped absentmindedly on the table. Psyche seemed to open everyone up during these last few weeks. He had even seen Scavenger walking around with a smile on his face which was highly unlike him.

Psyche seemed to be the teams chocolate when anyone was feeling down or needed someone to lean on. But the biggest question remained to Optimus, what would happen when the reason for their happiness would soon disappear?


Psyche sat in bed, dead tired to the world. Her lap-top screen was the only source of light in her dark room and seemed to accentuate the dreary pfft-pfft of the rain on her window.

Her head was alive with pain as the little Drummer Boy seemed to have moved a band into her mind and start a rock concert. It was also a constant reminder of her illness.

Out of some gut instinct Psyche ignored the pain and started to type an e-mail to a very true and dear to her: Alexis, for the last time.

She found herself in a trance like state as she poured her heart out to her 'sister', and by the time she had finished it she found herself crying with relief. Her heart pounded so fast that she was afraid she wouldn't finish her next mission but willed herself to calm down.

The pounding in her head seemed to have dulled a bit and she fought the constant urge to lay down her head and sleep for an eternity.

Cold, numb and light-headed, Psyche stumbled out of bed and towards her table where a sheaf of paper lay, her gold pen with the black ink resting neatly and tidily beside it.

For hours she stayed up, finishing what she felt needed to be done. And when the first, grey rays of the sun through the clouds hit her window, she knew her time had come. Finishing the letter with expert like ease, she folded the piece of paper and cast one, last look around the room.

Satisfied with what she saw she stumbled back to her bed and lay, motionless for the shadow of death to claim her, her last lingering thoughts were of all the Transformers and her dear cousin Alexis. . . And then there were no thoughts anymore.


At times the world it seems too scary so
I don't know where I'm heading
And I don't know where I'll go
I know it's not as bad as it seems to me
Once again my friend
I'll see you 'til the end
 
Here I am this is me
What you get is what you see
Look around I am free
And there are no fears in me

Here I am


Amity-Star: Wow. Longest chapter for this fic I've written, don't cha think? Anyhoo, last chapter next. Sorry if I made it a bit angsty, but I'm just, you know.

Dedicated and in loving memory of Ernie Taylor and anyone who has lost a loved one to any form of disease or cancer.