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This one-shot was requested by Scoobycool9 and Luckycool9. I've only seen bits of Lilo and Stitch 2, but I think I've managed to avoid story errors... Enjoy... ;)

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Lilo and Stitch 2: Ohana, Always…

It took all her strength to pull down the lever on Jumba's machine, but she refused to let go. Eventually though it gave in, and she toppled back as the fusion chamber whirled to life. A green light filled the capsule, surrounding the near-unconscious being inside. Pressing her hands against the glass, she watched his eyelids flutter.

"Stitch, you're gonna be okay now. Please be okay…"

He was very weak, but somehow he found the strength to place a paw against the glass, his palm matching with hers.

"Stitch sorry." The words were quiet and shaky, and were the final ones he spoke before his body grew limp, his paw falling back to his side and his eyes closing for the last time.

"Stitch?"

He didn't move, nor did he answer.

"Hurry, before- Oh… No!"

She span around, seeing her family behind her. Her eyes focused on the largest of the group, and she ran to grab his enormous hand.

"Jumba! Jumba, it's not working!" she wailed desperately, dragging him to the machine.

His eyes frantically scanned the machine, but it only took a moment for him to realise what was wrong… "We're too late."

She gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks.

The indigo creature quietly switched off the fusion chamber, his eyes clenched shut to hide his forming tears. The machine door opened with a soft exhale, and Jumba carefully lifted the lifeless blue body of his prized creation to his chin.

She couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. He couldn't be gone. 'Not her Stitch…'

"No!" she cried, running up to rescue him from the alien's massive arms, laying him down in her lap.

"Lilo, there's nothing you can do," the indigo giant choked out, all four of his eyes blinking back tears. "He's gone."

Nani slowly approached the shell-shocked girl, holding out her arms, "Oh honey, come 'ere."

"No!" she yelled, darting away from her sister. No matter what anyone said, this was her fault. She'd been selfish. She'd been so wrapped up in winning the contest, in proving Mertle wrong, that she hadn't even noticed the pain and torment her best friend was going through. She'd allowed herself to make the greatest of mistakes, and now she would pay the price. 'Just like Stitch...'

"Stitch... I'm so sorry," she whispered, gently stroking his familiar blue fur. "I kept saying how I needed you, but you needed me more..."

He didn't move. Her words had come too late, and all she could hope for as she plucked the orchid from her hair and laid it on his belly was that somehow they would reach past death, so he could rest in peace, knowing he was loved. She sniffled as tears welled up in her eyes, only one thing left to be said...

"You're my ohana, Stitch. And I will always love you."

Her head resting on his forehead, she finally let the tears fall, the world growing silent as her sobs took hold. If she could have just one wish, she would wish for one more day - one more moment - to make sure he knew that she didn't blame him. She was the one to blame; Stitch died from her blindness.

A familiar paw came to rest on her hand, and through her cloudy eyes she saw a pair of heavy eyelids flutter open.

"Stitch not bad. Stitch fluffy!" His voice was soft at first, but like his large ears, soon perked up. But for Lilo, what mattered wasn't how his voice sounded, but the fact that she could hear it at all.

"Stitch!"

Her joyous laughter filled the air as she pulled the creature closer. Had she really been paying attention, she would have heard her sister's relieved sigh, Jumba and Pleakley's soft astounded banter and the whirs and beeps of the fusion chamber alerting them of Stitch's fully charged molecules, but right now there was only one person on her mind...

"Stitch okay now?" he whimpered, a faint concern still present in his big round eyes.

She offered him a small, reassuring smile, holding him close, "No more nightmares..."

The reply was more than a mere answer; it was a promise. From that moment on, she'd be there for her Stitch, her ohana, always...

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Awwww, I liked writing that one... Thanks for the suggestion. (: