A/N ooh.I'm getting off to a good start with this fall break writing thing,
huh? Mom said that she and I are going off somewhere sometime this week.
Where and exactly when? I don't really know, as long it's somewhere I
haven't been before (too many times).
For those who may actually be curious, the competition went well today.kind of. We didn't do all that great, but I don't really know the scores. All I know is that my shoulders (especially the left one) are killing me! One of these days I'm going to weigh that stupid bass and find out just how much weight I've been carting around! Arrgh! *Does the infamous Pirate Dance*
Mahalo to reviewers and such, I'd name them but I'm too lazy.
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Lilo clung to Number One and Nani as they landed with a bump atop the federation ship containing their friends, which had flown unnoticed beneath Quek's ship. She wasn't quite sure what had happened or even what was happening now and she didn't really care. All she could think of was Pish.
"We have to go back and help him!"
"We can't! There's no way to get back on the ship! By now the emergency seals have activated to prevent anyone from going in." Number One extricated herself from Lilo's desperate grasp. In a flash, Stitch and Owen were on top of the humans, shouting for joy. Istari appeared form inside and leveled a blaster at Number One.
"Inside, no-" she tumbled back inside as Quek's ship exploded, the shock waves from it pushing the blue ship away quite some distance. Stitch held Lilo firmly as she tried frantically to pull away from him.
"Peka!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked sharply, a note of fear growing in his voice. "Where is she?" Lilo pointed to the smoke hanging in the sky where Quek's ship had been.
"Wha-" Owen dropped into a sitting position, hugging himself slightly. "You mean.she was still inside?" Lilo nodded sadly.
"No." Stitch let go of Lilo and walked to edge of the ship's massive wing, hovering above the crystalline sea. This couldn't be happening. Peka.HIS Peka.gone. He shook his head, trying to clear it. This was just a dream. Some sick, tormenting dream from something he ate. (A/N note to self: NEVER eat something Owen offers you with that suspicious look in his eye). But when he turned around, seeing Owen still sitting sadly, staring at the great cloud of smoke and Nani and Lilo sitting and crying silently together he knew it was true. Sadly he started back inside, where the others waiting for them patiently. It was then that he noticed the other one who had come with them, Number One. He cocked his head at her for a moment, but his sorrow overpowered his curiosity and he continued to seek solitude.
***
Owen shrugged off Istari's arm as he watched the work on cleaning up the Pelekai home. Istari leaned close to him.
"Wanna talk?"
"Go away."
"Fine then, if you don't want to." She sighed as she stood up and joined in the work. Owen watched her with contempt. Actually, he watched nearly everyone with contempt. He wasn't sure why he felt so hateful, though. And he was confused which was something he really didn't like. He glanced to Stitch as he sat brooding in a nearby tree. He had barely spoken since they had landed and Owen didn't regret it one bit. He glanced also at this Number One, perhaps with more hatred than he felt for anything else right then. Number One seemed to have felt his gaze; she turned towards him with a glare. Owen didn't turn away, but returned it with an even more venomous look.
"Owen?" he looked up, quite surprised, to see Jumba looking down at him, a grim frown crossing his face.
"Whatcha want, Doc? I'm kind of busy wallowing in self pity right now."
"Come with me, small conversation is required." The massive alien lumbered away, gathering both Stitch and Number One and leading all three to the nearby beach. He settled himself carefully on the warm sand. For a moment he looked at them gravely. After a troubled silence he sighed.
"Stitch, Owen, 593." Stitch and Owen both glanced at Number One, who glared at Jumba as if he had done her every wrong possible. Jumba (being the sharp guy he was) caught this. "593, why you look at me in such a way? We have more important things to see to. The house should be habitable before nightfall, so we're all going to be together tonight. Since this is case, we should be getting along. I know how you must feel. I feel pain also. Peka was like my family, just as you are-"
"I ain't anything of yours." Number One snapped.
"I was not talking to you, 593. You must have some control over yourself." Number One growled, but didn't interrupt again. Jumba seemed satisfied and continued. "Grieving is one thing, but shunning everyone you know.is another, I think. If you are going to end up fighting and arguing and generally hating each other like before, feel free. Just do it in private. The rest of us are upset as you are. And 593.you might as well cheer up a little and not be so belligerent." With that he slowly climbed to his feet and started home. Number One sulked after him, but Owen lagged behind after Stitch, glancing at him not - so - hatefully now. After some hesitation he once again open that lovely mouth of his.
"Stitch?"
"Huh?"
"D-do you think that Quek destroyed the kitchen like he did the living room? I'm dyin' for a sandwich!"
**************************************************************************** ******** A/N well, I hope that was likable! Not much to say now except I'm trying think of a name for Number One even though I'm not sure how she'll be later in the plot (suggestions will definitely be considered). BUT don't give up on Peka yet! I killed of a character in "My Merry" and still feel guilty of what I put that poor hobbit though. There is no way that I'll do that to Stitch OR Owen. I love them too much. Well, it's late and I'm sore, so I guess that I'll leave you with this. STITCH, OWEN, AND RANDALL ARE MY HEROES!!! Aloha ^^_^^
For those who may actually be curious, the competition went well today.kind of. We didn't do all that great, but I don't really know the scores. All I know is that my shoulders (especially the left one) are killing me! One of these days I'm going to weigh that stupid bass and find out just how much weight I've been carting around! Arrgh! *Does the infamous Pirate Dance*
Mahalo to reviewers and such, I'd name them but I'm too lazy.
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Lilo clung to Number One and Nani as they landed with a bump atop the federation ship containing their friends, which had flown unnoticed beneath Quek's ship. She wasn't quite sure what had happened or even what was happening now and she didn't really care. All she could think of was Pish.
"We have to go back and help him!"
"We can't! There's no way to get back on the ship! By now the emergency seals have activated to prevent anyone from going in." Number One extricated herself from Lilo's desperate grasp. In a flash, Stitch and Owen were on top of the humans, shouting for joy. Istari appeared form inside and leveled a blaster at Number One.
"Inside, no-" she tumbled back inside as Quek's ship exploded, the shock waves from it pushing the blue ship away quite some distance. Stitch held Lilo firmly as she tried frantically to pull away from him.
"Peka!"
"What are you talking about?" he asked sharply, a note of fear growing in his voice. "Where is she?" Lilo pointed to the smoke hanging in the sky where Quek's ship had been.
"Wha-" Owen dropped into a sitting position, hugging himself slightly. "You mean.she was still inside?" Lilo nodded sadly.
"No." Stitch let go of Lilo and walked to edge of the ship's massive wing, hovering above the crystalline sea. This couldn't be happening. Peka.HIS Peka.gone. He shook his head, trying to clear it. This was just a dream. Some sick, tormenting dream from something he ate. (A/N note to self: NEVER eat something Owen offers you with that suspicious look in his eye). But when he turned around, seeing Owen still sitting sadly, staring at the great cloud of smoke and Nani and Lilo sitting and crying silently together he knew it was true. Sadly he started back inside, where the others waiting for them patiently. It was then that he noticed the other one who had come with them, Number One. He cocked his head at her for a moment, but his sorrow overpowered his curiosity and he continued to seek solitude.
***
Owen shrugged off Istari's arm as he watched the work on cleaning up the Pelekai home. Istari leaned close to him.
"Wanna talk?"
"Go away."
"Fine then, if you don't want to." She sighed as she stood up and joined in the work. Owen watched her with contempt. Actually, he watched nearly everyone with contempt. He wasn't sure why he felt so hateful, though. And he was confused which was something he really didn't like. He glanced to Stitch as he sat brooding in a nearby tree. He had barely spoken since they had landed and Owen didn't regret it one bit. He glanced also at this Number One, perhaps with more hatred than he felt for anything else right then. Number One seemed to have felt his gaze; she turned towards him with a glare. Owen didn't turn away, but returned it with an even more venomous look.
"Owen?" he looked up, quite surprised, to see Jumba looking down at him, a grim frown crossing his face.
"Whatcha want, Doc? I'm kind of busy wallowing in self pity right now."
"Come with me, small conversation is required." The massive alien lumbered away, gathering both Stitch and Number One and leading all three to the nearby beach. He settled himself carefully on the warm sand. For a moment he looked at them gravely. After a troubled silence he sighed.
"Stitch, Owen, 593." Stitch and Owen both glanced at Number One, who glared at Jumba as if he had done her every wrong possible. Jumba (being the sharp guy he was) caught this. "593, why you look at me in such a way? We have more important things to see to. The house should be habitable before nightfall, so we're all going to be together tonight. Since this is case, we should be getting along. I know how you must feel. I feel pain also. Peka was like my family, just as you are-"
"I ain't anything of yours." Number One snapped.
"I was not talking to you, 593. You must have some control over yourself." Number One growled, but didn't interrupt again. Jumba seemed satisfied and continued. "Grieving is one thing, but shunning everyone you know.is another, I think. If you are going to end up fighting and arguing and generally hating each other like before, feel free. Just do it in private. The rest of us are upset as you are. And 593.you might as well cheer up a little and not be so belligerent." With that he slowly climbed to his feet and started home. Number One sulked after him, but Owen lagged behind after Stitch, glancing at him not - so - hatefully now. After some hesitation he once again open that lovely mouth of his.
"Stitch?"
"Huh?"
"D-do you think that Quek destroyed the kitchen like he did the living room? I'm dyin' for a sandwich!"
**************************************************************************** ******** A/N well, I hope that was likable! Not much to say now except I'm trying think of a name for Number One even though I'm not sure how she'll be later in the plot (suggestions will definitely be considered). BUT don't give up on Peka yet! I killed of a character in "My Merry" and still feel guilty of what I put that poor hobbit though. There is no way that I'll do that to Stitch OR Owen. I love them too much. Well, it's late and I'm sore, so I guess that I'll leave you with this. STITCH, OWEN, AND RANDALL ARE MY HEROES!!! Aloha ^^_^^