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Well, here is the final book in the Shifter Trilogy. If you haven't read Experiment 628: Shifter and then Rescues, read those first. I hope you enjoy this final book as much or more then the others before it. Just to give you a head's up, time between chapters will vary. If any of you have read Leroy and Demon II, a great story made by Stitchfreak626, then you have an idea. I can't really explain better then that, so… the final book of the Shifter Trilogy:

Carbon Copy

Sequel to:

Rescues

Experiment 626: Shifter

Chapter 1: One Year After

One year had passed since Lilo's ohana had become complete again. One year since Leroy had killed the infamous Dr. Hamsterviel. One year since Skipper had regained his memory and rejoined everyone else. One year since Leroy and Victoria had fallen for each other. A lot had happened a year ago, and a lot had happened during that year.

Nani and David had returned home, unaware of anything that had gone on during their absence from the house, and the others kept it that way: there was no need for them to worry about things that had already passed. A month later, to much merriment, Nani had announced that she was going to have a baby. Jumba had grumbled, and a day later, moved into the ship to give room to the new child when it came. Nine months later, Nani gave birth to a baby girl, of whom she had grumbled, something about hoping it wasn't like Lilo. She and David agreed to name her Brittney.

Lilo and Stitch had gotten together not long after Nani had gotten back. Lilo knew she really didn't need Nani's permission to be with Stitch, but she asked anyway to give Nani one last choice in her life. It had taken some pressuring, but Nani had finally given in. Lilo and Stitch, together with the help of some of the experiments, had built a small house right next to Nani's, with about a foot in-between them, where they could live. Lilo gave her heart to Stitch, and Stitch gave his to her. They were now the proud parents of three kids; two girls named Kara and Kairi, the other a boy named Andrew, and they were now two months old.

Leroy and Victoria had rebuilt the small house by the beach by themselves, kindly refusing when others asked to help. They had done well, and it was actually quite comfortable to live in. They too were proud parents of two kids: both girls. They had both named one themselves: Victoria named one Laura, Leroy had named the other Maggie.

Clip had given birth to Jacque and Jean-Luc. She and Sparky were very happy together. A month ago, Sample had sucked up enough courage to ask Carmen to marry him, and she had happily accepted. They were down in Puerto Rico on a honeymoon right now.

After Skipper had come back, they had hit a few rough patches, as he was still feeling insecure about what had become known as The Gerbil Plot. Angel refused to say anything about it, as she knew that it would only make him feel worse no matter what she said. Angel had found it funny when, after telling Skipper that he was going to be a father, he had fainted. However, a few weeks later, Skipper had been running for cover. It turned out that pregnancy made Angel a little more… aggressive. She lashed out at every little thing he said, making him hide, sometimes for days at a time. When she realized what was going on, she had gone to Jumba to see if there was anything he could do. Unfortunately for Skipper, there was nothing he could do. Angel tried to stop herself from lashing out, but was mostly unsuccessful. However, they were now the parents of a girl, Cynra, and two boys, Jim and, at Skipper's request, Reuben.

Jumba now lived in the ship outside of Nani's house. He still experimented on things when he could. He had greatly enjoyed watching Angel, Victoria, Clip and Lilo when they were pregnant, and gathering data on how that worked for experiments. He came to the conclusion, after much data and many tests, that the experiments gave birth to litters, generally of three, but anywhere from two to five. This was a little joke amongst those already with children, as they mostly had only had two. It turned out that experiments were only pregnant for five months before giving birth, a fact that pleased Skipper, due to Angel's anger problems.

Pleakly now owned his own fashion show, which was rated number one on several of the major broadcasting stations. It surprised everyone, especially Jumba, how Pleakly's fashion sense had grown. Lilo enjoyed watching it every Saturday night before she went to bed, either to see the fashion tips, or just to hear Pleakly. He had been busy, and hadn't even been able to call in the past few months. He hadn't been able to visit for almost six months. However, he did mention in his last show that he was going to take a few weeks off for vacation, so Lilo hoped he might come down.

Everything seemed fine now, as far as they were concerned. Hamsterviel was dead, the Council was no longer after Leroy, believing him dead, and everyone was happy.

Skipper's House

As the sun came out from behind a cloud, it shed it's light directly on the face of Skipper. He groaned as it brought him into wakefulness. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was almost ten.

"Work an extra few hours, Kixx says. Earn a little more money for your family, he says." Skipper muttered to himself. "If he ever does that again, I'm going to tear his arms off." Kixx had started a little bar on the island, and with some help from the Council Woman, hired and was paying experiments to work there. Skipper himself was the barman. Stitch and Leroy worked as bouncers; probably the last people you want to run into on a bad night. Various other experiments worked there when; some when they needed some cash, others as a living. Frenchfry had done the same thing with a restaurant in town, and both were doing quite well with it. Skipper walked downstairs, rubbing his eyes.

"Morning boogee boo." Angel said as he came in to the kitchen.

"Remind me never to work that late again." He replied.

Angel smiled. "Hey, just think; you're bringing in more money for your family."

"Speaking of family… where are the little tykes?"

"They went back to sleep not too long ago. I'm surprised that they didn't wake you during the night: I thought you were a light sleeper."

Skipper chuckled. "Yeah, until I worked an extra couple hours at Kixx's place." He looked down at his bowl of cereal, not remembering ever pouring himself one. "I'm going to go check on them really fast. Don't worry, I will eat breakfast." Whenever he skipped eating a meal, Angel would yell at him, saying he needed to keep himself nourished to raise the kids. He hopped down out of his chair and crept into the guest bedroom, where he snuck over to the three small cribs, personally fashioned on one of his hideaways from Angel's temper, and looked down at his children.

Cynra was easily Angel's daughter; perfectly pink fur covered her whole body, her antennae hanging down from her head. The only way Skipper could see himself in her, was when he looked at the two small wings coming from her back. Jim was a mix: he had completely purple fur just like Skipper, but he had spots of pink. He had four arms, but no back markings, antennae, or spines. Last, his eyes fell on Reuben. He insisted on the name mostly for what Reuben had sacrificed for them, but also because of his fur: the outside fur was completely pink like Angel's, while the usually lighter area on his stomach was a light yellow, just like Reuben. He smiled as he looked down fondly at all of them. In the few months since they had been born, they each had started showing tendencies. Cynra always sat as close as she could to her mother whenever she had the chance. Likewise, Reuben always crawled to his father when he had a chance. Jim was in the middle; he chose whomever he thought would spoil him the most, which always depended on the mood Angel was in. He spent another minute looking at his kids and then slowly crept out and back to the kitchen.

"How are they?" Angel asked.

"Sleeping like… well, angels." He said with a smile.

"How I do despise puns." Angel replied. "Now eat your breakfast; you need to start setting a good example for our children."

"I know." Skipper said, sitting down and starting to eat his cereal. "So, have any plans for today? Since I worked late last night to cover for Sparks, he's going in for me today."

"Why wasn't he able to work?" Angel asked. "I hope he's feeling ok."

"Oh he's ok. Apparently, little Jacque got quite out of hand. That kid is only a few months old, and he can already throw his father across the room."

"Aren't you glad our kids can't do that?"

Skipper nodded. "Yeah, it'd be a pain the butt if they could. Don't know how I could discipline them if they kept chucking me against the wall." He downed the rest of his cereal and put the dishes in the sink.

"Well, I was thinking that after lunch, we could bring the kids and go over to Lilo's place. She's been dying to see our kids."

Skipper scratched his head. "She hasn't seen them?"

Angel shook her head. "We gave birth fairly close together, and we've been too busy taking care of the kids to see each other ever since. I think that it would be a great time to catch up on each others' lives."

"Sounds like fun." Skipper said. "So, you think the kids will be awake by then?"

"I would be surprised if they weren't. They like to stay up as much as they can, but even they get tired from time to time."

"I'm going to go take a shower, maybe take a quick flight around the island to dry off. I won't be too long."

"You'd better not be." She said with a smile. Skipper walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. He turned on the shower to a lukewarm setting, and stepped under the water flow. He gave himself a good brushing, making sure to get his extra arms and his wings, though he was very careful with his wings. They had been sensitive ever since they had gotten damaged when he had had to help Stitch and Leroy break up a giant fight over at Kixx's. After about ten minutes, he shut off the water flow and stepped out. Opening the window, he crawled up to the roof and pulled his wings back out. Spreading them wide, he jumped off, and was soon flying gracefully through the air.

As much as he hated Hamsterviel, Skipper had to admit that the now dead gerbil could program. Even though he rarely used them, it felt like he had used them for his entire life to get around. To aid the process of drying off, he pulled off a few fancy maneuvers, after which he flew high above the light cloud cover. He enjoyed being up this high; his own little world, he sometimes called it. He flew around for another few minutes, before diving down towards the ground. After a second, something flashed through his mind.

Flashback

Using all his might, he forced the nose closed, and forced the pistol around the tip of the bomb. Pulling the trigger, the pistol immediately started overloading. Knowing he had almost no time, he let go. Turning himself belly down, he started to fall just as the pistol exploded, releasing the impact sensor and blowing the bomb. The explosion was almost deafening, and he felt pain arch through his back, as the tip of the bomb's damage radius caught him. The pain caused him to lose focus, and he didn't know where he was.

End Flashback

The sudden brain jar caused him to lose where he was, and he was soon tumbling through the air, out of control, and plummeting straight towards the ground. He managed to straighten himself out and regain control just before he hit the ground. He went back to the house, the memory heavy on his mind. He had been trying hard in the past few months to cast aside those memories from his previous encounters and misfortunes, and now that scene came back and slapped him in the face. Although, it could have been a worse scene. At least I saved everyone that time. He thought. But then again, if I had let myself be killed, I wouldn't have done any of the other things. He retracted his wings and opened the door to the house, closing it rather loudly behind him.

"Skipper!" Angel said in a loud whisper. "The kids are sleeping!" She was clearly going to say more, until she saw the look on his face. "Another flashback?" She asked.

Skipper nodded. "Back with the bomb."

Angel sighed. "Skip, it's ok. I understand why you want to get rid of these memories, but you don't have to devote so much of your time and energy towards it. The only person who blames you for what happened is you."

"And Pleakly." He replied.

Angel chuckled. "He doesn't count. Oh, and Lilo called while you were out: it turns out that Pleakly can't make it here like he had hoped. The Council Woman called him out on an assignment. However, Pleakly promised he would visit us within the next year even if he had to quit airing his show."

"I just want these memories gone." Skip said as leaned his head on her shoulder.

Angel started stroking his head slowly. "Skip, as soon as you can just accept what happened wasn't your fault, these memories will stop torturing you. Besides, it's not like you can change the past."

"I know I can't change the past. But it would be nice sometimes."

"But without that incident, the bomb in particular, we wouldn't be together now."

Skipper sat quietly for a minute. "I never thought of that before. I guess I can… kind of live with it." Their ears perked up as they heard crying and mewling coming down the hall. Skipper glanced up at Angel. "I know that cry of hunger, and it sure isn't anything I can help."

Angel laughed. "I hope you can't help them out with that, or you've been hiding something from me for a while."

"I haven't told a lie ever since coming back." Skipper said, pulling out his extra arms to hold both his right hands up. "Scouts honor."

Angel stood up and walked down the hall. "Just be ready to go to Lilo's place." She called back. "We'll leave right after lunch."