Hello and welcome to a brand new story. An odd crossover if ever there was one

but I'm hoping you will enjoy it. Takes place just after the angels take Manhattan in

the Dr Who universe. Now I own nothing by Lilo and Stitch and Nothing related to the

BBC or Dr Who. Please enjoy and reveiw as it would mean a lot to me.


He was alone; he knew it would happen, he knew the moment was a long time coming. Knowing didn't help the ache in his heart. It had been a mistake he realized, he could have had more time with her, they could have talked, and he could have curled up in her lap like he had so very long ago. But he stayed away for ten long years, he couldn't bear the thought of seeing her age another day when he….stayed still. He had watched a rural town turn into a city and still he didn't change. He saw his family, his Ohana, the most important thing in the world to him slowly shrink person by person as he just stood and watched. Time was cruel he had learned, and cruellest of all to those immune. He hadn't been there when she….died. The thought brought fresh tears to the charcoal eyes of the small blue creature. He was alone, his cousins, the earlier ones weren't built like him, and they had lifespans nearly that of humans. Most of the others left the Earth to see the stars; he had no idea as to how many were left. A hundred? Less…he hadn't the slightest.

The surface of the asteroid was barely liveable, even to him; it was precisely why he had come here, a place of solitude where he could let his heart break in peace. He didn't want to see anyone ever again, he knew how the story ended every time, the characters, heroes and monsters alike got old and faded leaving him all alone. How long would he live….forever? He probably could, if he ate and drank enough to keep himself alive. Should he just let go and let himself die? He didn't want to, if he could see Lilo again though…..he would in a heartbeat. The thoughts and grief swirled about in his mind, he could churn through the most complex of equations with ease, but when it came to his emotions he felt so far behind. He just sat in the cold and nearly airless environment gazing at stars, it had been this way for hours, his stomach told him to move but he couldn't find the strength to pick himself up.

The ship he had come here in was a few feet away, the original red police cruiser he had stolen. He had repaired it time and again over the years, and as people departed he worked harder and harder to keep the ship looking and flying like new. He couldn't lose control of everything, he could control this and so he forced it to remain the same when everything around him kept changing. His furry chest was soaked though with tears by now and still more and more fell and all the while he looked at the stars trying to see if he could recognize any constellations that he and Lilo used to watch. He wasn't near the Earth so there wasn't anything recognizable, even the stars had changed in his mind. A small shooting star appeared and he cried even harder as he remembered the story of Lilo wishing on his crashing ship and wishing for an angel for a friend. He had been so monstrous at the start, an engine of destruction, but that little girl had made him better, given him a new reason to keep waking up. He went from a weapon of mischief and chaos to a guardian, a friend and eventually a piece of her family.

He didn't know what to do with himself anymore, in his darker moments there was no one to comfort him and he slipped back into his old ways of destroying everything around him. He still wasn't certain if he should just stay here and let himself fade, maybe it would be better than turning back into the monster he had been. Lilo would be sad if he hurt people, he didn't want her sad, wherever she was. He didn't know, for once one of the most powerful and intelligent beings in existence didn't know what to do or where to go, he pondered his single simple question, how do you cope with forever. Out of the corner of his eye he thought he spied another shooting star, this one far closer and maybe getting even closer by the minute.

/

He ran his hand over the console, it was a new design, the Ponds were gone and so to was the whimsical control room. It was darker, more organized and the central console felt the slightest bit warm to his touch. It felt right; he smiled a sad sort of smile as he thought about his Tardis. His one true companion, the one who never left. He pushed the bit of hair from his eyes as he looked around a little more at the new theme. A thousand years old, the thought flickered across his mind and he blinked slowly, he felt old, so much older than when he had started. He'd stolen the Tardis and it stole him in a strange way. He felt age now more than ever, he had tried to leave the Ponds, give them a nice home and a safe life, a peaceful life, the life he could never have. They wanted to come back and he wanted to keep bringing them, he knew how it would end if he kept bringing them and it finally caught up with them. It was his fault, he should have left them, at least they had each other and got to live a full life, which was his thin bit of silver lining that he tried to focus on.

The Tardis felt so empty, it always did between companions, he hated it, and the sounds the Tardis made were never quite loud enough to kill the silence that encircled the endless corridors. He didn't want a companion though, to dangerous, to fragile, too precious to waste a lifetime with him. He flicked about the plethora of switches on his central console, the destination wasn't important, he would just float about for a while. Pressing the final button the Tardis careened through space, spinning about and automatically set to dodge any obstacles that might threaten a collision. He sat in the silence and just stared at the hexagonal structure at the top of his control console. The dark blue and Gallifreyan attracted his eyes as he just watched. A shudder, his eyes moved from the writing to the central console. It had been a very faint shudder, maybe his imagination, a second, stronger this time made him stand and pull the monitor toward him and view it.

A desert asteroid was in his path and for some reason the Tardis had locked on to it in preparation for a landing, the Doctor tried to discern why but understanding the motives of his Tardis was a task even he couldn't complete. He sighed, his old girl had plans for him, it wasn't where he wanted to go, he was certain of that. Maybe, like it had once said that it was precisely where he needed to be. Accepting the Tardis's none too subtle hint he prepared himself for whatever it had planned.

/

626 or Stitch. He tried to think which he was, a monster bred to destroy or a friend. It would be easy to be the monster, he could just let go, he would never need to worry about what anyone thought again and the feeling of doing what he was meant to, when he broke or vaporized or exploded something was satisfying to him. Finally he realized the moment had come to do what he really came here to do. He picked himself up unsteadily and walked slowly over to a grouping of rocks he had noticed when he landed. They were just the right size. Extending his two lowers arms he opened his lower right paw and looked at the necklace, the tiki god of strength. She had given it to him once, it was his greatest treasure other than the memories he carried with him. It reminded him of her and the time they spent, the time he would never have to hold her again. Taking the necklace in his two hands he slid it over top a stony pillar and faced the aged carving out to the stars so she could have the best view possible. He had to leave her behind; he couldn't live with her in his heart, because when she left it had taken most of his heart with her.

626 or Stitch. He would use Stitch, he owed her so much that he could never repay. He would come back and visit this place one day maybe, when his heart felt like it could take it a little better. Now though, he would just lay down and watch the stars until everything started making sense. If it never did make sense he guessed it wouldn't be so bad a place to die, it was beautiful. Wiggling his back into the dirt and bringing his two lower arms back into his sides he continued staring at the strange shooting star which was still moving closer. It gave him something to think about. He ran a few calculations through his mind to think of how fast it might be moving, the number popped into his head oddly. It was fast, very fast, and getting really close, it wasn't large it was small which meant…. An Earth shattering slam erupted around him as a cloud of dust blew up around him and he stood to stare. He had to magnify his vision twice before he could see it in the distance and then only barely, it was blue, almost the same color as him. Whatever it was it had given him a distraction, which was what he needed more than anything right now, he moved towards it slowly to investigate.

/

The Tardis had landed and now the Doctor wanted to know why, at least more specifically then before. He looked over the planets readout, not hospitable for most life, completely barren, life forms registered one…One life form all alone out there? What would live here, or choose to be here, some monstrous creature, something horrible and blood thirsty, a Dalek? He typed a few keys into the console and felt relief that whatever it was wasn't a Dalek, in fact it was, small. He ran bio-scans to try and identify what it was but every scan said it was unique, something not recorded in any databank, it was one of a kind. The Doctor puzzled, a mystery was the one thing that could almost always pull him out of his misery. He was going out, for the first time since….them, he would leave his Tardis. He fetched the space suit, the one from the beast and when he, the old him had worn it to mars. Bright orange it was, the color of a fresh new sunrise.

He opened the door and saw the barren grey of the asteroid, the clouds of dust shifting to and fro, and a faint color of Tardis blue slowly making its way towards the Tardis. It was almost here, he would just need to wait to see what it was. He placed his hand atop his sonic screwdriver just in case as he prepared for the strange creature to arrive. Gradually it came into focus as it approached him, the size was about that of a dog it seemed, its fur just off of Tardis blue. Large ears were behind its back as it walked, going down about 2/3rds of its body and it walked on two legs in a slow deliberate manner. It was of such a unique appearance that the Doctor knelt on one knee to observe it closely as it finally came within a few dozen feet. It stopped and eyed him with eyes that were pitch black and a nose that was clearly trying to identify the Doctor as much as he tried to identify it.

/

Stitch gazed at the, thing. It was human shaped he guessed, but humans were barely leaving the Earth and to find one way out here was wrong. It smelled wrong to, like ash and age, it smelled old, very old to his nose. He couldn't see behind the reflection in the visor and had not the slightest clue about what might await behind it. Whatever it was however he was certain it wasn't human. Suddenly his ears detected a slight change in noise, faint but he guessed it came from the helmet as suddenly the visor rose and there was a face that was completely human to him, it seemed so young and goofy with the long hair, but the eyes looked sad. Very sad, like his. Suddenly it spoke, its voice as young as the face.

"Hello, I'm the doctor! Now blink twice if you can understand this."

Stitch's jaw dropped, it spoke English, perfect English, it wasn't human though, he didn't think so at least, finally he regained his thoughts and blinked twice rapidly before speaking himself.

"Me, Stitch. You, not human but speak English. Why Doctor out here?"

This took the doctor by surprise, the telepathic circuits weren't functioning, he could always feel the slightest tingle, to small for a human mind in the back of his head when they were working. This small creature was speaking language as its language, the intrigue increased exponentially in the Doctors mind as he tried to respond to the small creature.

"My ship brought me here by accident, well, maybe not by accident, but I could ask you the same, what is….wait one second." With that The Doctor removed his sonic screwdriver and with a quick button press as an all too familiar sound resounded. As he ran it up and down the creature to get a more accurate reading on it. Finishing he studied the newly presented information. Age….83 in Earth years, Molecular density was quite high and his genetic makeup had an unnatural flow about it, almost artificial, not born but made. It just kept getting stranger. Finally remembering that it, Stitch it had called itself was still standing there he returned his gaze to it to finish his questions.

"Yeah sorry about that, now as I was saying what are you doing out here all alone?" He saw a sad look pass through the black eyes of the creature and saw its ears droop just the slightest bit further before it responded, its voice a note lower than it was previously.

"Stitch…Waiting." He finished quite simply. The doctor was quick to reply.

"Waiting for what exactly?" Stitch thought it over and he wasn't quite sure himself. When he didn't respond the Doctor looked closer and for the first time noticed the moist patches around the creatures eyes and fur, it was subtle, something you would need to really look for but it was definitely there. He felt a pang in his two hearts as he looked at the poor creature. He realized just where they were standing and that Stitch was completely without clothing, he must have been freezing. Sighing the doctor realized what he was about to do and he already dreaded that it was already starting again.

"Stitch? That's your name right, come on, we can talk in my ship, it will be a lot warmer than out here." With that the doctor headed into the Tardis with soft padded footsteps following closely behind him. He heard the gasp and a small smile went across the face of Time-lord as he looked back and saw the confused stare of the creature that quickly rushed outside and then back inside to figure out the dimensions which made no sense.

"Gaba? Isa, Bigger on inside!?" The doctor puzzled, some of those words weren't English and the Tardis didn't translate them. Odd. Stitch's mind quickly hurtled through calculations trying to make everything make sense, it was an extremely advance ship, that was obvious and the power source required to hide one dimension inside of another was phenomenal. If it could fly as well then who knew what else it was capable of. Slowly his look of amazement faded and he turned to face the Doctor, who after shutting the front door had taken off the spacesuit and now stood in front of him with a dark purple coat. Stitch's eyes narrowed, it wasn't right, it didn't smell right, none of it. He could pick up the faintest traces of other people who had been there. Finally the doctor broke the silence, a grin back on his face for the first time in a while. He had a mystery and which he now addressed.

"So Stitch, of all the places in all the universe of every single moment that has ever been or will ever be tell me, where do you want to go?" Stitch's ears perked, did he say any moment? That would make this a time machine! Like Jumba's old surfboard, he shuddered slightly at the thought and then realized the one place he wanted to go more than anywhere in the whole of existence. Home.

"Stitch want to go to Hawaii in(he did a few calculations trying to figure out the perfect day) January 14th 2002!" Stitch stared expectantly with hope suddenly lit like a fire in his eyes as the doctor pondered. Why that day? Was it safe to take someone he just met to an exact moment they wanted? Well he had done it plenty of times before so why stop now. Giving a quick thumbs up he started flicking switches and typing keys fast as he could while Stitch observed carefully figuring out what everything did! With a final shudder the Tardis shook and Stitch nearly lost his balance as he stared at the door. He didn't know what was out there, if it was true or some horrible joke. He swallowed, he had to know, had to see her, no matter what.