A/N well, here it is. After a year of slacking of, starting other stuff, giving up on other stuff, and basically a big hoo-hah here's the last chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this fic, and I really appreciate everyone who reviewed and all that. I know it seems like I left alot of loose ends and stuff. I tried not to, but this is supposed to tie in with my other fics, so it seem a little abrupt as an ending.

If your interested in the Lion King or Timon, I'll soon be starting a new fic. It may be a little slow at first (what with band and the academic team this fall). I hope it'll be better than other things I've done and that whichever of you takes the trouble of reading it like it.

Thanks to Deanna for naming 386 and 602. Though maybe I shouldn't have asked while she was reading...

Well, that's it. Aloha.

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"It's perfect, don't you think?" 386 wobbled a little as he tried to alight on the railing next to 602. Excitedly, he pointed around the room. "There's so much space...think of what I could build in here!" his friend smiled in amusement.

"I'm glad you like it. I suppose now we'll have to think of our names, we don't really need our numbers anymore." 386's beaming face fell ever so slightly.

"Why? I like my number."

"I suppose we can keep them, but we need names too. Think about it, "602 put an arm around him, gesturing widely around the room, "your patented creations. If we're going to make ourselves known we'll need to look good and have a catchy name."

"That's right!" 597 laughed, poking his head out from one of the tiny offices that branched away from the main room.

"Taking a break from your writing?" 602 asked.

"Yeah. I'm writing about the lab. I think if I change the location of Jumba's lab and his name it'll seem like a fiction piece. That and I couldn't help overhearing you two loudmouths. I thought maybe you'd like to know my name..."

"You mean you already have one?"

"I only thought of it last night."

"Well?"

"It's, uh...Ikiltur." 597 said, a little bit embarrassed that they would laugh. "But I'm keeping my number too. 'Ikiltur' will be sort of a pen-name. What do you think?"

386 looked at him thoughtfully and turned to 602. "I'm going to keep my number too."

"Fine, but I'm calling you Draco."

"You call me Draco, then I'm calling you Neville." 602 swiped at him, but 597 pushed him to the floor. They broke into a fit of laughter and wandered away to explore the rest of their new home.

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There wasn't any cheese. Lettuce...mayo...refried beans...nope, no cheese. 625 groaned and threw the refrigerator door closed. He had made too much grilled cheese these last few weeks, it was no wonder there was hardly anything to eat. He compiled what he could find (a vast array of condiments) and moved back towards the TV he had brought into the kitchen.

The whole lab was empty now; hopefully the others had gotten away safely. All he could do now was watch the news and hope there weren't any sightings of the other experiments.

"Wake up, Peka, or we won't have enough time!" 314 squirmed sleepily when she was lifted from her bed. It hardly been a month since she had crash-landed on Earth and been taken in and already her life seemed a bustling joy to live in. Her new friend Lianna smiled down at her as she cradled the little alien in her arms and brushed a strand of red hair from her chestnut eyes.

"Oh, it's gonna be so fun! I've talked to Tim," Tim was Lianna's older brother. "He's going to take me rock climbing today! I'm so excited!" Peka yawned. It did sound like fun, but she preferred hearing about it after her nap. "And you wanna know the best part?" Lianna held her up to eye-level. "He said you cold come too!" Peka gave her a questioning look. "I've seen you climbing around outside and I know how smart you are. You can totally do this!"

Lianna kissed her lightly on the nose and set her down again. 314 watched idly as she finished getting ready. Rock climbing...this should be interesting...

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"Why? Why won't you come?" 471 wailed, her shaking hands clutching a stolen plasma cannon. This was completely unlike her, but then, she never really expected to be in such a situation. 593 was scowling at her, glancing every so often at Pish's still form on the floor. "I don't understand..." 471's voice dropped to something a little easier on the ears. 593 looked her in the eye.

"Jumba's gone, everyone else is dead by now, we have no reason to go."

"So you'd rather live like a rat and spend your life in a cage?"

"At least I'm alive." She turned her back on 471, who gaped at her. After a few minutes 593 spoke, a hint of guilt in her voice. "You'd better run off before Quek gets back. I'll keep him distracted, if I can."

"...Thanks." 471 hesitated briefly, turning tail and not slowing down until she was outside on the street. There, out in the open were all shapes and sizes going about their daily business. No one gave the tiny experiment a second glance. Throwing her plasma cannon aside, she joined a passing crowd. The immense building that held Jumba's lab, and so many others, was swiftly mixing in with the surrounding cityscape.

With one last look at her home as it disappeared from view, 471 turned away.

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626 purred as he stretched out on the sand in the warm glow of the campfire. The night threatened rain as light breezes wafted the scent of flowers to his ears. He smiled at the sound of Pleakley crying out, and the laughter of Jumba and Nani, and inviting sound to the young experiment. But he didn't move. Earth was just so...perfect. True, those first three days had been a little bumpy, but once things settled down, the family life was wonderful.

"Hey Stitch." Lilo was leaning over him. "You awake?"

"No."

"Are you sure? You sound awake."

"I'm not." Lilo giggled and pulled him up by the arm.

"It's time to put the fire out. Nani says I can do it if you help me." They doused the flames (soaking themselves in the process). Checking for stray embers they headed to the house.

"What's that?" Stitch ran up the steps to the door. Lilo followed, looking over his shoulder to see a tiny lightning bug exploring the front door.

"It's a lightning bug. Here." She cupped her hand around it and turned to Stitch. Taking his paw in her hand she gently placed the bug on his palm.

"How does it glow?"

"I don't know, but if you pull off the glowy part you can rub it on your belly so you glow like the bug." She smiled at him, apparently hoping he'd want to try it, but he hesitated. It seemed like an awfully mean thing to do, after all, he wouldn't want someone to pull his bottom off without his say-so.

"Doesn't it hurt them?"

"I guess, I never really thought about it." He looked at the little bug that rested so trustingly on his paw. It seemed like an interesting idea, but he couldn't do it. Hurting others was what he used to do.

Not anymore.

"Maybe tomorrow." He lifted his arm, flicking the bug into the air.

"That was nice, Stitch." Lilo was didn't say anything else, but put an arm around his shoulders. He smiled, watching the bug disappear into the night, a faint glimmer among the stars.

The End