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Alarms going off, red lights flashed. She didn’t remember much. Just a lot of her ship shaking, and flames engulfed her moments before a giant crash knocked her out. She could hear the dull sound of beeping going off in the background - it was enough to let her know that she was alive, but not enough to stir her from unconscious state. But then - something else tickled her senses. A click of the windows popping up - or being torn off - she couldn’t tell. Then, something lifted her. Her first instinct was to fight, but she couldn’t wake herself for more than a few moments at a time to stir a response from herself.

When she woke up, she woke with a start, nearly jumping out of her skin as she sat up right. “Meega-o-itume [ get away from me]”, she said instinctively, with a hiss on her lips as she pushed herself backwards and wedged herself in the back of the bed while she re-oriented herself. Her dark eyes settled on the boy in the room with her, blinking once to refocus her vision. When she saw him, she starred hard for a moment, like she recognized him despite them never having met before. “Cama'ahar teh tebracres [What is your name?]”, she asked, crawling back to the end of the bed to stand up in the room, more curious than defensive now that she was saw who had found her.

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He felt her come into the atmosphere like a spider crawling up the back of his neck. Stitch wasn’t sure how he knew but that familiar light tumbling through the sky informed him all he needed to know: another one of him had arrived on Earth. He was no longer alone here. It unsettled him, he had to know who else had joined him and get the jump on it if it was someone to be cautious of. Stitch found her on instinct, a creeping up through his spine, it felt like a call. She was out when he arrived and took the initiative to bring her back to his home. He couldn’t just leave her there without knowing answers, not to mention he couldn’t stop just staring at her as he carried her back. She was like an angel fell down straight from heaven.

Being the somewhat gentleman he was, Stitch laid her in his bed and plopped himself in the hammock he’d hung up in the corner as extra seating. He was flicking his lighter on and off when she awoke. “Okie-taka [It’s okay]” , He said in an attempt to show he meant her no harm. “Chi chabada [I promise.]” She wasn’t anyone he’d seen before but Stitch didn’t want to be too trusting just yet. Slowly he moved from his hammock with his hands out to show her he wasn’t going to pull anything sly. “Stitch,” he spoke softly and placed a hand to his chest to show her it was him the name was associated it. Their native tongue didn’t have a word for Lilo’s name for him. “Yuuga [You?]”

Bernadette was clearly out of her mind. Liking a cute boy was one thing, but liking a cute boy that would make both of her sisters bonk her on the head for being so easy is another. Still, she couldn’t help the way her heart skipped a beat when he sat next to her. She fell hard and easy, and she wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it so it was fine. This was fine. “Uh hey,” she squeaked before covering her mouth to hide her blush. Smooth. She dropped her hands and rolled her eyes playfully. “I don’t think you’re ready to lose again that easy.”

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She was just as cute as he remembered, his smirk staying firmly in place as he took the space beside her. “Miss me?” Stitch gently nudged her with his shoulder before settling back into his spot. He knew that his appearance could make girls act like this on occasion and he loved it. Maybe it was because it filled some void inside of him or that he simply liked the attention but either way he was drawn to her for that reason. It helped she was a pretty too. “You’re right, I hate to lose. Can you blame me?” He smiled over at her. “I’ll accept it from a pretty girl though.” 

The last time he’d seen the blonde was when they’d first met but he remembered that face. How could he not? She’d caught his eye, like many others did. Stitch didn’t have anything pressing that day so he got to his feet and sauntered over to where she was seated. “Look who it is,” he said with a smirk coming to his lips. “Don’t tell me you’re back to race so soon, I haven’t even stretched yet.”

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“I’m naturally a morning person. I’m always up early,” Doug replied without skipping a beat, taking in a short inhale through his nose to mentally build a barricade to deal with this situation again. Stitch made the hair on the back of Doug’s neck raise in alertness. There was something about him - not just his tone and obvious dislike for the boy dating his sister -that he couldn’t put his finger on - also excluding the fact that he smelled really weird. “Oh - Alphonse? That… was my uncle,” Doug tried to smudge out the fine line between lie and truth, “I do some work for him. He’s not exactly pleasant to be around, but he’s family.”

Stitch’s directness about Alphonse in the diner made Doug hesitate. “…Were you following me?”

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“Hm, checks out.” Stitch didn’t believe a word but the statement itself could’ve been, just not now. Perhaps in another life they could’ve gotten along but unfortunately Doug was nothing but a concern to him. “Weird. I didn’t see the resemblance.” His tone stayed on one level as he continued to speak. There was no way to try to hide it, they both knew he had. “Clearly you don’t have a sister,” Stitch exhaled a heavy sigh before taking a step back from the boy and lightening his tone. “Yeah, I saw you skedaddle this morning, figured I had nothin’ better to do.” 

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Douglas couldn’t leave the diner fast enough. This hadn’t gone as he had planned. He was running out of time. If Charles came and he was empty handed, it would be all over - and Doug didn’t want it to be over.

He walked out of the diner quickly, eager to get out of proximity of his alpha as soon as he could. Alphonse didn’t like to babysit him if their master didn’t make him, anyway. Still having some freedom to play with, there still some wiggle room to save this. He just needed to -

Just as Doug turned got halfway down the block, focused on the thoughts running a mile a minute in his head, he glanced up just to take note of the person he was about to pass on the sidewalk. Immediately, he hesitated, recognizing the taller, strange boy that was none other than Lilo’s brother in his way. Again. 

“Stitch -” Doug said his name, surprised to see him since he’d heard the kid rustling around in the house in the late hours of the night when he’d been restless, “What are you doing up this early?”

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Stitch had found himself up late again watching the night sky. It was one of the only things he still held onto about his life before. He tried to push those things farther and farther into his past, the person he was then, until he found his ohana. He swung in the hammock outside his bedroom window, quietly laying between the trees with his eyes to the stars. Most night he climbed out his window to think there; it was the only time he could think. 

That’s when he heard it: the boy. Stitch was intrigued, it was a weird time to be leaving, and he was bored after all. Everyone knew what happened when he got bored. It was the best time to find a little trouble so he followed him, unable to help himself from spying a little. This guy was dating his sister, his best friend, his family, he had to make sure. Stitch sat a little ways away, his hood up and back to the pair as he sipped on a cup of coffee. He focused, trying to find that part of his brain again. All he’d wanted was to be human but sometimes he remembered he was an alien under it all. It took some work to focus and hone in on it until he could hear like he used to, like he was created to. 

He was curious now, thinking, overthinking, as he made his way out before Doug. A headache starting from his time using a different part of himself, his true self. Stitch sat outside for a moment, back against the wall of a building like a half block away. It was enough to give him space to hear silence and be there to make sure he sees him. Once he did, he knew what he had to do. “Doug.” Stitch kept a monotone, staring at the boy in front of him for a moment. “I could ask you the same thing. Who’s your friend?” Stitch said as he nodded back towards the diner. 

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Wally startles when he hears a loud voice interrupt his thoughts. He was so focused on this plant he stumbled upon in the park that he didn’t hear anyone approach him. Oh, It’s Stitch. He’s pretty sure there’s no one else in existence who would call him Wallert. Wally smiled at his friend in relief, then quickly moves to step in front of the plant he was studying.

Ever since landing on Prentiss Stitch was the only one that Wally seemed to get along with. When he talked to anyone else it felt like he was missing something, that everyone was in on a joke he didn’t understand. Stitch though, he never made him feel like an outcast. “First of all, this one isn’t a dieffenbachia. Secondly, I didn’t kill this one. I found it here all alone and now I’m going to save it.” He smiles at Stitch proudly and steps aside, showing him the plant. “Isn’t she pretty?” 

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Stitch ignored his comment as he started to poke at the plant his friend had. He lifted the sad looking leaf before staring at his friend with a blank expression. “So you’re going to save it to kill it again?” The boy joked with his friend, a smirk coming into view. Stitch knew he was a riling up the boy but he couldn’t help himself. “Awe, so pretty, could be your next girlfriend.” His voice was higher as he spoke but it was quickly followed by a hand slapping onto the back of his friend. “And how exactly do you plan on getting it home? Don’t tell me you’re going to try to carry that thing the whole way?”

“A telescope,” Lilo repeated, her eyes lighting up. Now that would be fun. Don’t get her wrong, she could use a newer record player, but she was fine with old things. Being able to check out the constellations up close would be so cool. “We should do that,” she nodded, her mind made up. They’d be buying a telescope if they came into a million dollars. “I know you would. But it’s okay. Did you know I’ve made friends here?” She could hardly believe it as she said it, something that had always been a struggle had just fallen into place recently. “So I think it’s okay. Staying here awhile longer.” She smiled when he brought up ohana. “The peanut butter to your bread. Because you can have a sandwich without jelly, but you can’t have one without bread.”

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Stitch straightened up then so he could sit up in front of her. “I could show you so much!” Space was the only thing he was passionate about. He lacked things like that, the parts of Lilo he wished he was able to feel in the came capacity. All he knew was he loved his family and space. “There’s so much out there, stuff we may never even know about.” He laid back into the hammock then, exhaling at the very thought of it all. Hearing her comment about meeting some friends made his head pop back up. He’d already come into contact with one of them but she didn’t know that. “Of course you’ve made friends, Lilo. Mertle was just a stupid bitch to put it lightly. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their friend.” Inside he ached. The fear of her forgetting him and leaving him behind always crept up on him. He hoped she never got tired of peanut butter sandwiches. 

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She was about to speak but stopped. Would she break the rules for a greater good? Probably. Honestly her methods of keeping the peace were already a little…controversial. So maybe she didn’t have room to speak at all. When he leaned in closer she felt herself let out another small squeak, but she tried to smile it off. It wasn’t that she was scared, just….intrigued. “I..I guess some rules can be….altered….” She finally said before leaning back as he took another drag. “I promise you though, I could outrun you pretty easily.”

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He started to smile at her then. She was fun, he liked it. Stitch wasn’t always so easily drawn to people. In fact, most of the time he was trying to avoid them. “Exactly! How do we know we can trust who made the rules? I’m just sayin’.” He shrugged, knowing very well what he was doing. Stitch was painfully self aware most of the time but it was just how he was made. “Can you?” His smile curled into a smirk then. “Don’t make me pull the fire alarm and we can find out, baby girl.” 

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“I grew up in the jungle in South America, so yeah, I’m a little slow on social cues,” Doug replied honestly, not particularly phased by the comment because it was true. Instinctively, he tensed when the taller boy stepped closer to him. He couldn’t blame him for being protective. Lilo had been through a lot, and he felt the same way in a very short time. The thought of leaving her grew more and more painful each time they hung out and learned more about her and what she’d been through. She didn’t want him to leave even though he’d been transparent about having to from the start. She’d completely changed his mind. He had to figure out how he could stay - without getting in trouble with Charles over it. “I’m here right now because of how much I don’t want to her to get hurt,” he said, not backing up when Sitch had come closer and stood his ground, “and if you don’t want her to be hurt either, you’ll try to get along with me.”

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Stitch was a little confused by his response. Being an alien himself he understood growing around a place without good social cues but he still believed he had more than this fellow. Not to mention, something weird settling in his stomach about the boy, already having a feeling he had a secret. It takes one to know one he supposed. “A jungle? And what were you doing in a jungle?” Stitch’s eyebrow raised as he asked. He would try to dig a little more if he could. This boy was pursuing his sister which meant Stitch would be on high alert with his every move. “Hey, I never said we weren’t getting along. I said to watch your back, and I’ll tell her myself I said that. That’s my sister, I’ve known her a lot longer than you. If anything happens to her...” His voice trailed off before he locked eyes with the other male. “I will raise hell.”

Stitch had sniffed out his best friend for another session of annoying him. It was a slow Monday, he might as well do something productive. Wally just so happened to be his favorite target and only real friend besides his family. Stitch wasn’t sure how to talk to everyone besides his family most of the time. He came off a little pricklier than people usually found friendly, but Wally seemed to put up with it this far. “Wallert!” He called as a smile came onto it face, already knowing the name itself would bother him. “Don’t tell me you killed another dieffenbachia?”

“I’d give it to Nani to hang onto so I don’t blow it on stupid stuff. Then she’d never have to work another day in her life.” Lilo gave her sister a hard time, but she’d truly do anything for her. She knew how much trouble she’d caused by just… existing. “But I’d also buy a bunch of film for my camera, a new surfboard, and our home back.” That was her one goal in life. To buy back the home she’d grown up in. She felt like her parents would be devastated if they knew someone else was living in it, or it was just sitting there empty. “Duh.” She shot him a rather confused expression. “We’re a package deal. Wherever I go, you go.”

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Stitch wished he could do more to help them, after all they had done for him. Nani had cleaned up enough of his messes and how was he to ever repay them for being his family. They chose him, and for that he would always be grateful. “I think we could probably guy at least one cool thing, Nani would approve if we had a good enough argument. Like what if we bought a fancy record player or a telescope?” He sat up as he started to imagine what they could get if they did have the money, something good for them all, something the whole family could enjoy. “I would sell everything if I could help you get the house back.” He meant it too. “Of course, you’re my other half.” His better half. Stitch knew that he didn’t deserve Nani and Lilo, but he hoped they didn’t mind he stuck around anyway. “Ohana means no one gets left behind.” 

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Bubbles huffed at the nickname, but was still pretty invested in his…everything. She wasn’t the smartest when it came to guys and had a known reputation of being a complete fool around them, but she couldn’t help that this guy looked so dreamy! Like a prince with bad intentions. She could hear her sisters nagging her now. “The rules are there for a reason!” she said, even though she didn’t sound like she was convincing even herself. “You better hope not. ‘Cause I will not stick around to get into trouble.”

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He started to chuckle, shrugging his shoulders. “I think rules are just suggestions. How do you know their rules are there for a good reason? Wouldn’t you break the rules if it was for the greater good?” Stitch leaned in closer to her. She was cute, sure. “Great, because I wouldn’t stick around to make sure you didn’t.” He brought the cigarette back to his lips then for a long drag.

“Not unless I get rich enough to go back to Hawaii.” Lilo couldn’t see herself ever having the money to move out. Realistically, she couldn’t live with Nani forever. Except… maybe she could? It was hard to think about being separated from her family, not having them there whenever she needed them. She’d rather not think about it at all. “Then you better work on your yoga and face masks.” She grinned, though it faltered after a moment of thinking. Sitting up, she stared back at Stitch. “You’d come with me, right? If I went back to Hawaii.”

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“What would you do if you won a million dollars?” He asked curiously. Stitch had never never been one to care about money but he knew what all it could buy. It could change lives, he’d seen it. “Remember last time I tried to do yoga with you and Nani? I’m still finding sand in those shorts.” A smile shined brightly while he laughed. She was the only one who ever made him feel that kind of joy. “You’d... You’d want me to come with?” His features softened before he pushed past the emotions and shrugged. “I mean I’ve got nowhere else to go.” 

Bernadette was a law follower by nature. The clear sign to not smoke was there in her face and normally she would stop someone right away. But this was a cute boy and she felt a little stuck on what to do. She had watched him bring that cigarette to his lips and the moment he did she was hopelessly done for. “Go ahead!” she squeaked before covering her mouth. “I mean….Just be quick!”

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He was interested now, the response was all he wanted and more. “Ah, don’t tell me you’re a stickler for the rules, Blondie.” Stitch hated rules. If they weren’t meant to be followed why were they so fun to break. “Don’t worry, we won’t get in trouble.” He was a fast runner, hopefully she could keep up if need be.

“Rosa!” He called out to her from the couch across the cafe. Stitch had taken interest in her awhile back, feeling that she was weird, kind of like him. He didn’t know her well but she was intriguing. “Care to help me with a super secret mission? I call it... Scare the hell out of that guy over here.” He said with a head nod towards the man at the bar. 

Stitch had been staring at the no smoking sign for awhile now, debating on if it was worth it or not. He was bored. No good ever came from when he was bored. “Think they’ll notice?” The boy said with a smirk, his eyes moving to the female beside him. She was a pretty blonde, enough to catch his eye. “You mind if I...” He trailed off as he brought the cigarette up to his lips. Lilo always hated when he did it but sometimes he just wanted to feel something.