A/N:- Can't wait to get this started. We have SO many ideas for this story and even WE can't wait to see how it pans out. Thank you Warmal for inspiring us to write this 'fan-fic'. We love Lilo and Stitch and Elvis-knows we need a better non-canon sequel than the abomination that is the 'Stitch!' Anime. So I hope everyone likes this! :)

-Chapter I-

Escaping the Madness

Lilo's Perspective:

You know when I say that trouble gets into me? Well, this time it really did! But, thankfully, Stitch saved me and – although it came at a cost – I'm really grateful.

I scrapped my foot against the floor, deep in my own thoughts.

Stitch is driving the plane at the moment, Jumba keeps shouting at him for pressing buttons he isn't supposed to, even under the circumstances: he seems to be having a great time. That's one of the things I like about Stitch: even under the worst circumstances, he always finds the fun in everything; no matter how hard it is to find.

Angel and Sparky look really cute together. They're like a matching pair with their light, fluffy colours and their antennas wrapped around each other. They're just about to nod off, they keep bumping heads. It's weird to think that when she let Stitch go she started hanging out with Sparky, I guess it was meant to be; Angel's house is close to his lighthouse at the coast. I wonder what they're thinking about?

It was good of Cobra to get the CIA to build a small housing estate for the experiments. Let's be honest, some of the places they 'truly belonged' didn't have good living accommodation. It made the cousins happy to know they were accepted on the island. I'm thankful for that. I wish Cobra Bubbles could be here now, we should have waited longer; I hope he's okay...

I hope Pleakley's okay too, he's not been very well recently; none of us have been. The thought of what's going on is keeping us all down, I think. Although, he has been in the bathroom quite a while now, and why is Kixx standing outside with both pairs of his arms folded almost like he's... guarding Pleakley?

Looking across from where I'm sat is weird (but good) when I see my experiment look-alike, I really haven't thanked Jumba enough for creating her; I find her abilities inspired – somewhat familiar. Hehe. She's talking to Jinx, Experiment 630, she's very cute but very shy, and she's took a liking to Ohanni in the last couple of weeks. I'm sure they're gunna be close friends. I hope she's happy right now, we could all do with a bit of luck. As I looked over at a sleeping Dupe I realised that the pins and needles were forming in my leg again... this was quickly transforming into agony!

The pain killers are wearing off!

"Jumba!"

"Yes, little girl?"

"It's starting to hurt again."

I don't like needles at the best of times, but it beats the pain that comes with... OW! I didn't thank Stitch after the attack, it wasn't his fault and I was wrong to hold it against him like I did. I got up ("Little girl, you should rest!") and made my way across to behind the Pilot's chair, falling over due to 'turbulence' on the way (that's my word of the day as it's the one that Jumba has repeated about twelvety billion times during this flight). I peaked around the edge of the chair to see Stitch, happy as ever, jumping around like me on Christmas (or Valentine's Day). I spun the seat around, catching him (and Jumba who quickly grabbed the wheel) off guard, I leant forward my lips meeting his. After the initial shock, I felt him smile into the kiss. This made me laugh and I broke the kiss, falling into his lap as we laughed and cuddled. His giggle cured my pain before the anaesthetic did. Jumba got bored of us quickly; rolling all four of his eyes, he rolled us away into 'First Class' and Stitch 'Weeeeeeeeee''d into my ear.

After the chair stopped spinning we held onto each other for what felt like forever. His fur felt warm and pleasing up against my skin, his head lifted and he gave me a sharp peck on the nose; like I used to, to him. I smiled: it felt good to know how he remembered those times – as innocent as they were; it told me how fondly he looks upon our time together, even just when we were the best of friends. I'm happy. This is how it was meant to be, this is how it was before all this crazy stuff happened. Let me tell you how it all started; on my tenth birthday, two months after our battle with Leroy. Stitch seemed very eager to tell me something. The truth is: he'd been planning this for months!

A/N 2:- We will be uploading one chapter per week – one every Saturday – unless later decided otherwise. I love you guys and we'll see you in a week! :D

- KwJGames