A/N you would not believe the time I'm having with Owen. Ever since I let him do "Partner In Crime" he's been wanting to start his own account and help write my stories and all kinds of stuff. This normally wouldn't be a problem but he's so insistent!

Owen- aw, Took.I'm not that bad, am I? puppy eyes

Took- okay, maybe not. As I was saying glances at the cuteness sorry that this is coming along so slow, but I'm kind of alternating with my Randall & Owen fic. On with my mindless writing! Yee-haw!

"I can't believe this." Owen put his arm around Peka as hey crossed the almost rebuilt porch. "And to think, half an hour ago I was thinking of how I had everything I would ever need now.except you. But I have one question." He leaned against the railing, smiling contentedly as the sky overhead grew pale.

"Anything, what's on your mind?"

"Why did you go to me first? Instead of Stitch? I mean, I thought you two-" Peka silenced him and climbed onto the railing, motioning him to follow.

"I love Stitch. But it's not that kind of love. At least, I think it's not. Owen, when you kissed me before you left, I don't think I could ever put into words what I was feeling. You turned my whole life into a mess of doubts." She picked at the paint a little, waiting for him to answer. He didn't, so she went on. "for the first time since I had come to this island I didn't know which was more important to me: Stitch, who had cared so much for me, or you, who was actually leaving because of how you felt for me. I didn't know what to do. I lay around all the time, just thinking about you. At first Stitch would take me places looking for you, but I think he wasn't trying hard. Which is understandable.jeez, listen to me. Rambling like an idiot."

"You don't sound like an idiot, Peka." Owen stared at her, once again thinking of his night in the alley. The pale light of the coming sun made her look even more beautiful to him. "If I had known all this.I wouldn't have done it. I didn't mean to destroy your life-"

"Owen, you didn't destroy my life! And I'm glad you did it. It made me realize what I had been missing. I love Stitch. And he loves me. But we weren't meant to be together. But." she reached out and took his hand shyly. "We were." Owen smiled as he once again put his arms around her, this time knowing she would let him.

'I don't understand any of these people.' 593 thought. She turned away from the low window where she had been watching Peka and Owen. They seemed happy at least. But she was still wondering why she bothered to stay. She thought momentarily of Istari. Maybe she should get her own place too.nah. They would just be dropping in constantly. She stomped around the room for a few minutes, wanting to break something. She got these urges quite often, but at Pish's begging had learned to control them. She'd gotten him in trouble a lot of times. She had been overjoyed when she picked up his voice coming from Jookiba's bedroom, but she'd kill herself before she let on. With a yawn she curled up on the couch (what was left of it, anyway).

"I don't get it. Why's she going off with Owen? He's so hard to get along with." Lilo chittered happily at Stitch, who was sprawled out on the bed staring at the ceiling.

"I've lost her, Lilo."

"But she's just on the porch." He shook his head, even though she couldn't see it.

"No, I mean I've lost her to Owen. You probably won't understand for awhile yet."

"Oh.you know, I like 593's fur. It's pretty and soft." Stitch smiled as the little girl talked. He so often forgot how much older than him she was. Humans much mature differently or something.

"Don't try petting her, she probably won't like it." He warned. Lilo just giggled.

"You never really liked it either, Stitch. She acts like you."

"gee, thanks."

"No, I mean like you used to."

"Oh." They fell into that silence that happens just before the clock alarm goes off. "Lilo, do me a favor and never fall in love."

"Okay!" she climbed into the bed next to him. "Do you count?" Stitch wrapped his arms around her.

"of course not."

A/N okay, just to say if you guys are thinking what I'm afraid of, you're wrong. I'm not sure why, but I tend to think of Stitch as Lilo's kind of big brother. So that's brotherly love, not the other kind. Now that I'm done with that, Mahalo to.huh? No reviewers? Oh well. Please review! and expect more soon! I still need a name for 593 wink, wink (Naphtali and Una are still being considered so give your favorite family suggestions!) Aloha!