A/N Whee! Friday! I can finally sleep! And uh.I can update! I meant for this chapter to be a lot longer, but this is all that I've gotten done, what with finals and all. I'm sorry that this chapter is a little late. But it's happier than the last one! Mahalo plenty to all of you who've reviewed!

'I wonder what time it is...' Owen didn't open his eyes, hoping to be left alone with what was happening. Gradually, a faint purring interrupted the silence in the house. Owen reached out drowsily, searching for Peka, but instead of fur he found skin!

"Owen, don't poke!" Lilo scolded. Owen ignored her at first and flew into a panic.

"Oh no! Where is she? Did it happen? Why didn't you wake me up? WOULD SOMEBODY SAY SOMETHING SO I'LL QUIT SCREAMING?"

"You're waking them up!" Owen stopped abruptly and turned to her.actually, to her lap. Two tiny (A/N what exactly would they be called?) puppies lay curled in her lap. One ignored them and went back to dozing. That one was greenish in color, with small ears and circular eyes much like Owen's. A splash of white adorned it's stomach and back. The other one was a shaggy little guy with blue fur and a red streak down his back and circling his legs. He reached up to Owen curiously, his long ears (which split sharply towards the ends) lifted hopefully.

"They don't have names yet, but they like to squeak!" Lilo giggled. Owen gently lifted the blue one under the arms and held him close.

"So they're gonna make it...but where's Peka? She didn't..."

"Oh that's right, I forgot! I was supposed to say she's outside with Nani and they didn't wake you up because you were so worried before that they thought you'd need the rest." Owen handed the pup back to Lilo, ignoring it's shrill squeaks of protest.

"I'll be back, I have to go see her."

Twyla tightened her grip on the metal, feeling quite dizzy from the blow she had taken to her head. Ahead, she could see Stitch and Pish wrestling violently, hanging halfway out of the hole she had made. It was starting to get ugly; every so often a shower of sparks would engulf them. Twyla didn't take her eyes off of them for a second as she inched away towards the hatch.

Stitch ignored the sparks as he bore down on Pish, knocking the plasma cannons from his hands. He didn't think much about what he was doing, he just did it. He did his best to ignore the small voice he'd acquired since coming to Earth. The one that was screaming at him to stop. To just control himself and turn Pish into Cobra to deal with, but all that mattered to him was that Pish regretted what he had done to Peka. What he had done to his family.

He had tried to kill Peka! Stitch still loved her enough to be driven to revenge. And what's worse, he wasn't just losing her...he was losing her children. Even though they weren't his...never could be...he was still enraged over this. He would've loved them all the same.

With a growl Stitch slammed Pish against the metal, pinning him with two arms, pulling another fist back for the finishing blow. But as he let his fist fly forward, Pish somehow twisted to the side. Before he could stop himself, Stitch fist collided with the plane's innards.

Twyla skidded into Jumba's enormous stomach as the ship lurched to the side.

"What was that?" Istari clung to the throttle, trying to straighten them out. Jumba stood Twyla on her feet and moved to the windshield (A/N or whatever it's called).

"That must have been Stitch...I hope he does not go too far with dealing with psycho. Perhaps you should go see what is happening?"

Nani ran her fingers through Peka's fur as she lay curled up next to her. She rubbed the silken ears gently, just glad that things might be okay after all. "I just hope that Stitch managed to catch them..." she sighed.

"Stitch has the determination of a freedom craving eel. He'll be fine." She looked up to see Owen standing in the doorway quietly. "How long was I asleep?"

"Not long, only about a half an hour or so. Did you see them?"

"Yeah." He smiled as he joined the other two on the bench, Peka continued to sleep. "Don't know why one turned out blue, but that's okay." Owen took her into his arms and nuzzled her cheek. "So, she's gonna be okay, right?"

"They all are. She really is a fast healer, huh? I guess they've gotten that from her."

"Yeah." They fell into silence as Owen seemed to stare off into space.

"I'll go make something to eat." Nani said suddenly. She got up and disappeared inside. Owen started to question it, but Peka began to stir in his arms.

"Owen?...is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me. Sorry I'm the first thing you gotta see when you wake up."

"I'd rather see you than anyone else." She smiled at him happily. "So?"

"Well...the kids are both kinda skinny, but we can fix that. I claim teaching about food rights." Owen said sternly. Peka giggled.

"Fine. Does it feel strange to you?"

"Sure does...us with kids. Who'd've thunk it. You know, I really thought I was gonna lose you."

"Aren't you glad you can't get rid of me that easily?"

Stitch was literally spittin' mad. He tightened his hold on Pish and began to pull him towards the side of the plane where the metal curved smoothly downward. Pish finally seemed to realize what was happening and scrabbled around him for a handhold, but it was no use. Stitch, however was very unhappy of what he was doing, but it had to be done. His rage, though not subsiding, had cleared a small path for that little voice, his conscience. He didn't really want to kill Pish, but he deserved it. At least that's how Stitch saw it. He didn't wonder about Pish motives or whether he was just insane. All he knew was that Pish had tried to kill his family...possibly already killed Peka.

Stitch had a horrible sinking feeling as the full realization hit him. His conscience seemed to back off as he crawled across the ship's underside. Tauntingly, he dangled Pish above his head, giving him a clear view of the island below.

"You tried to kill my family...they took you in. Made you a part of our Ohana...this is my way of saying thanks." Pish twisted his neck so he could look at Stitch.

"Even if you get rid of me.there'll be others. As long as you're here with that pathetic gang of outcasts you call a family someone's always going to be behind your back, coming after you." He hissed, his voice rising in panic. Stitch smiled pleasantly.

"You're right, someone will always be behind me. But not some one like you, it'll be Lilo." Stitch started to let go. Pish scrambled to get a hold of him.

"You'll regret this!" he shouted shrilly. Stitch's fake smile faded into a frown.

"Yes, I know I will. And I know that I shouldn't be doing it...but if I don't then you'll come back. If not to come after us, then to hurt someone else. I just can't let you do that, Pish." With a grimace, Stitch forced himself to let go. Flattening his ears against Pish's foul language, he skittered as fast as he could toward the hatch.

"So what do you think they are?"

"I think they're guys."

"How can you tell?" Peka wrinkled her nose at Owen. "Where's Jumba when you need him."

"I'm just guessing. Really, they just look like little rainbow balls of lint."

"Owen!"

"It's true!" The blue one was clinging to Nani, so Peka scooped up the green one in her arms, but it wriggled until it plopped onto her lap. "You know, we can't call them 'this one' and 'that one' forever. They need names." Owen leapt to his feet and began to pace around the room seriously, Lilo followed close behind. "I've got it!" he cried, stopping so suddenly that Lilo slammed into him from behind. "Owe and Wen!"

"No, Owen." Peka rolled her eyes. Nani laughed from the couch. "How about..."

"Elvis and Jesse!" Lilo suggested. This time, Nani rolled her eyes.

"Lilo, they're the parents, let them-"

"Who's Jesse?" Owen interrupted her. Lilo was overjoyed at the question.

"Don't you know anything? Elvis Aron and Jesse Garon Presley. Jesse was Elvis's twin."

"Elvis had a twin?"

"Yep! But he died being borned." Peka stroke the pup's head thoughtfully as it nestled itself into her lap.

"I do kind of like Aron and Garon..."

"Alright then, Aron and Garon it is! Now what do ya say we celebrate with a jellybean and pickle sandwich?" (A/N good old Owen...always straight to the food.)

Stitch struggled against the wind as he crawled toward the hole in the ship. He caught sight of Twyla up ahead, struggling with something in the hole. Despite the wind, his sensitive nose picked up the scent of diesel...gas leak. Within seconds he was beside her.

"Where's Pish?" she asked. Stitch ignored her. "Stitch?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"What happened?"

"I said I don't want to talk about it. Now help me plug this hole or we'll never make it home." Her eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"Oh Stitch...you didn't!" Stitch turned away shamefully. "How could you do such a thing? He tried to hurt us, but that's no excuse!"

"Twyla, I'm not exactly proud of it but I had to! I can't lose anyone else." Twyla stopped herself from shouting at the look he gave her. She could easily tell what he was thinking.

"Stitch, maybe...Peka's okay after all. Owen can take care of her."

"Most likely, she took care of him." With a sigh he turned around and rammed his backside into the hole, covering the break in the fuel line.

"What are you doing?" he smiled casually at her.

"Oh, you know. Just saving the plane."

A/N Stitch: TOOK YOU IDIOT! WHAT IN HECK'S BATHROOM ARE YOU MAKING ME DO?

Took: don't worry, he's alright. Pish rolls by in a full body cast that's more like a cocoon kinda.

Pish: I thought you loved me...

Took: no, I love everybody EXCEPT you. You just get on my nerves. You too nice! I like you evil.

Pish: whatever, you're a psycho.

Took: thank you! Anyway, that's not all yet! Yeah, I feel guilty. But at least that's not the REAL Stitch doing that! I talked a Technicolor hobo into being a stand-in. mahalo plenty for reviews on the last chapter! And please, PLEASE don't hurt me! Aloha!