A/N Evil music BWAHAHA! I'm back! My parents changed their mind about letting me go on the trip. The teacher I was going with has started a "Gay Straight Alliance" as a club at school. A lot of students have been protesting. Last Monday at least 364 students left during the day in protest. I have nothing against gay people, but that's like starting a black white club or something. Schools are no place for sexual orientation. Well, since I'm just rambling I'll get to the point.

Mahalo to my reviewers and friends (seems like forever since I've said that) and I really miss getting to get online every night. Apparently I didn't bring my grades up enough.

Experiment 593 wrung her hands nervously as she stood outside the door, listening to the conversation inside. She felt her face grow hot under her fur when Stitch defended her.and a stab of resentment at Jumba's remark. Why was he doing that? She was always so mean to him, and here he was defending her even though he had no reason. Or did he? All he knew about her was that she liked to break things and cause trouble, but he seemed to understand her so well. He couldn't possibly. He had never gone through the things she had.

593 narrowed her eyes and scowled as she threw the door open, finding Stitch sporting a fresh bandage and Jumba silently cleaning his needle and such. All heads turned to her. "I need to talk to Stitch."

"Okay." Owen muttered from where he and Peka had gotten trapped behind the door.

"Alone." 593 growled. Peka tugged Owen into view and out the door, Jumba following close behind. In the hall, Jumba carefully left the door ajar, leaning close to listen.

"What are you doing?" Peka hissed indignantly. Jumba shrugged innocently.

"Just making sure everything is all right."

"That's right!" Owen chimed in, taking a place next to his creator. "We're a lot older than Stitch! We gotta look out for him." Peka shook her head irritably and retreated into the kitchen.

Stitch stared at the wall, list4ening to the whispers outside. He considered letting them know he had heard, but they should have known that.

"Stitch?" he turned away from 593 and diligently studied the wall again. "Stitch, I-" she broke off hesitantly, unable to find the right words. "Look, I've never done this before and I have no clue if I'm doing it right." Stitch twisted his head to look at her. "I just want to tell you that I really mean it." Before he could react, 593 leaped forward and wrapped her arms around his neck.

'What in heck's bathroom is this?' Stitch thought. 'Why is she hugging me?' "593, are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine. Did I hurt you before?"

"Not too much." Stitch wasn't sure exactly what was happening, but he hoped it would stay as good as it seemed.

"Good. I'm.sorry." He sat down behind him and sighed hesitantly. "Stitch, could you do me a favor?"

"I guess so." He replied, not knowing what to expect.

"Okay.Stitch, I want you to name me." He stared at her. 593.asking for a name. It seemed rather unlike her.

"Okay, I'll talk to Lilo-"

"No!" 593 interrupted. "I want you to do it."

'Oh, great.' He thought. 'How am I supposed to do this? I guess it's the first thing that comes to mind again.' "How about Twyla?"

".Twyla?" 593's eyebrow shot up. "That'll work. Just don't tell anybody, okay?"

"Sure thing." Stitch promised, feeling strangely happier than he had for a long time.

A/N Isn't it lovely? I think I've already said this, but.I'm GROUNDED FROM THE COMPUTER! NNOOOOOO! Oh well. I'm really cheerful now because I saw a shooting star tonight (at least, I think that's what it was. I've never seen one before now). cackles insanely from joy Lilo & Stitch is on video/dvd in 24 days! (yep, that means my birthday's in 32 days. I'll FINALLY be sixteen!).

I hope I can manage to get on again soon! Aloha!