A/N hey, everyone! I was supposed to be on a bus driving to Flemingsburg, KY for the academic team's junior varsity challenge, but I was feeling like crap again today. Which is wonderful cause I can type. My parents don't understand how much I enjoy this.

Owen ran as fast as his chubby little legs would carry him, hoping he remembered the way to Istari's house. He'd only been there once, and that was by accident. Eventually he came to the town and picked a random house. Bursting through the door he found an old man staring at him like he needed to see a shrink. "Definitely not Istari." Owen choked out between gasps. "Sorry, just passing through." He retreated to the street and bolted into a house across the street. Much screaming followed as he fled that house too (accompanied by a flying lamp). Finally (after ramming into many locked doors and such) he found the right house. Istari looked up from her computer as he burst inside.

"Istari!" he gasped (he'd been running since he left home), "I'm pregnant! She's a father!" he abruptly fell silent and fainted in the doorway. The full realization had hit him.

"I wonder if he passed out before he got there?" Stitch sat peering through the window next to Peka. Owen had been gone for quite some time. For all they knew he was lying in the middle of a street holding up traffic.

"I hope not. Though if he did pass out it's because he's so out of shape." Peka sighed. Stitch chuckled, she had a point. "Do you think we should go look for him?"

"There they are!" Stitch pointed, ripping a hole in the screen with his claw. "Oops." Peka dropped to the floor as Istari dropped her bike outside and carried Owen inside.

"Peka!" she squealed. "Owen told me! .kinda. I think he was a little confused."

"Does that surprise you?" Stitch asked, grabbing a jar of garlic as he jumped from the counter. He quickly stuck it under Owen's nose as Istari sat him down. Owen lay still for a moment before sitting bolt upright and grabbing the jar from Stitch.

"Garlic! Are we having spaghetti tonight?" Stitch rolled his eyes. Peka ignored the garlic and latched onto Owen. "Don't choke me, Peka. I won't be able to eat!"

"Don't worry, she won't choke you until she goes into labor." Jumba said, rooting around in the refrigerator. He pulled out a sandwich and tossed it to Owen. "It's not too stale." Owen snatched it out of the air eagerly, then as an afterthought gave half of it to Peka. At least she didn't have to worry about going hungry with him around.

"So who all knows?" Istari asked (after all, they hadn't seen her in awhile).

"Well.just us and Twy-er.593." Stitch counted.

"How do you think Nani will take it?"

"I hope she's not too upset." Peka said through her half sandwich. "There's so many of us now."

"What are you talking about?" Peka fell silent as everyone turned to the door very slowly. Lilo stood there with Nani behind. Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What's going on?"

"Um."

"Has anyone seen Pleakley?" Owen asked brightly, trying to change the subject. Trying and failing miserably.

"I'm right here." he said from outside. Nani wasn't distracted.

"Are you guys hiding something?" (She could be a very formidable opponent). Jumba decided to take the risk.

"Uh, well.Peka's expecting." Nani stared. "You know.Little one?"

"You mean." Nani turned to stare at Peka now. "You.and Owen.?" she dropped into a chair. "Not another one."

"Possibly two." Jumba corrected her. Nani groaned helplessly.

"Then I guess we're having a big dinner tonight. Istari?"

"Sure." Stitch slipped out of the room as the two set to work. 'Now I wonder where Twyla's disappeared to?' he thought to himself, only just realizing that she was gone. He began to climb the stairs dismally, trying to sort out his feelings. He was lucky to have Lilo and the others, that he knew. But Owen seemed to be lucky in a different way. He had Peka (which was fine with Stitch. He still loved her, but at least she was happy) and now he was starting a family of his own. Stitch tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that rose inside him. He'd loved to do that.but with Twyla? She'd never go for it. He tugged absently at his ear as he arrived to the top of the stairs. His thoughts snapped back to where he was when he heard voices coming from the observatory. He peered through the cracked door. Twyla was in the center of the room, staring open mouthed at Pish. Stitch couldn't see his face but he seemed a little unhappy.

"But why?" she looked horrified.

"593, I don't know about you, but I don't belong here. Maybe I can find a ride back to Turo from Dr. Astrawyn's brother. I want you to come with me." Twyla's face twisted into a grimace.

"But it's safe here.why do you want me to leave?"

"You always telling me how much you hate it here. And besides, once the council finds out you're not really dangerous, they're sure to let you stay. Please, 593. I don't have any one else." What little hope there was in Stitch's heart died when Twyla shrugged acquiescently. "Thank you, 593. I'll talk to Dr. Astrawyn about it. Hopefully we can leave soon."

"Yeah.soon." She sighed. Stitch ducked into another doorway as Pish cheerfully left the room and bounded down the stairs. When the sound of his steps faded Stitch crept to the doorway. Twyla was staring up through the glass ceiling dejectedly. He cleared his thought nervously, but she ignored him. He steadied himself and joined her in the middle of the room. He joined her in looking up.

"The stars are bright tonight." she whispered. It was true. The sight reminded Stitch sharply of when they had gone to Turo. He had thought it was beautiful from space. "You heard?"

"Yeah. Twyla.why didn't you say no?" Stitch asked. He didn't want to be nosy, but it was unavoidable. Twyla kept her eyes on the sky, refusing to look at him.

"Pish doesn't have any one else. You heard him. No friends, no family to stay with, nothing. If I don't look after him, who will?" she didn't say anything for a moment. "Was it always like this for you?"

"Like what?"

"Having a family.people love you.that."

"No. Once I was doomed to exile on a deserted asteroid." Twyla brought her eyes down to his.

"But then you found them?"

"Yeah. Twyla? You.you don't want to leave, do you?" she looked heavenward again.

"No, but I don't think I really belong here either. Stitch."

"I'll miss you, Twyla." She wouldn't answer. Stitch looked up once more. "Maybe something'll happen.then you can stay."

"I can't. You don't understand. I'm leaving and there's no way to change that."

A/N welp.this story is drawing to a close (in case you couldn't tell). I can't say the number of chapters left, but I hope you'll like it. Mahalo to my reviewers and especially the Great Red Dragon, for reviewing "You Can Never Belong". I guess that's all. Aloha Ohana!