I really can't apologize this time for updating so late. I'm just to horribly unconcentrated and don't focus all the time on fiction. I'm sorry.

While I have been away though, I have made a few discoveries into the L&S world. As most of us have seen from Stitch Has a Glitch, we all know that Stitch was freshly made right before he was captured. So I have the flaw of Arsenal knowing him before hand. But everyone seems to still use a Lab Life present or past scenario with him.

Also, when I begin writing some of my other fics in this sections, I will brush up on all forms of Tantalog and the languages created for the series. Although vague, it's necessary to know this to keep character. It's a little confusing since Stitch says mainly English in both movies and says mainly Turrin in the series. Though Angel and 610 are really the only characters who shouldn't speak fluent English. Despite these things, still: Enjoy.

Disclaimer time: I do not own Lilo & Stitch the Series. I own many original experiments, just don't feel like listening them.


Chapter 12: Bad Timing

Arsenal sat now dehydrated in his own red pod. People looked in awe as how emotion drove an experiment to temporary hibernation and destruction. Everyone was concerned.

Stitch was amazed. Usually, an experiment breaks loose, causes destruction, and him and Lilo must capture it. Giving affection rarely happens. Only if an experiment is truly destructive or mentally challenged. Then again, his new cousin up to date was destructive from his powers. Maybe he could of been lacking emotions Lilo could of shown. He doubted Angel could have known anything about this experiment.

Bonnie and Clyde had struck nerves too. 612 willingly saved them from prison's clutches. Although it was exchange for another experiment. The experiment could also grant some friendship and protection to the thieving duo. Trust with others now seemed to bond with 349 and 350. Something struck their minds besides greed and thievery.

610 just stood there. She didn't know what to think. She dated some completely random experiment over grief. Though technically it wasn't all her fault. Should she have been more loyal to 612? Her brain and heart were clenched like they were trapped in a strong leather glove. The experiment just sat on the couch, and turned on the TV. No blinking, no motion, no nothing.

Everyone dispersed from 610 to give her some time. After losing something that precious you'd need some time to think. The door slowly crept open and a mustard colored experiment poked his head out. He spoke softly.

"610? You okay?"

"Yes." She said quickly.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Okay..." The purple experiment was obviously lying. He continued to drift away though and close the door. He waddled back to Gantu's ship. Pleakley soon entered the room, not paying attention to what recently happened to 612. His pupil moved around the room, only seeing 610.

"What happened to that little black monster?" Pleakley thought out-loud. He continued walking until he tripped. His third leg tripped over a nearby plasma gun. He picked it up, furled a brow and looked at 610. "You little monsters really need to be more careful with these things. The vile, genetic mutations Jumba make shouldn't do these things!" The walking noodle closed his eye and lectured "They're dangerous weapons that should not be ever used." He then mumbled under his breathe,t "And can put an eye out..."

The purple experiment's brain quickly lost control of it's stability. She grabbed Pleakley with two fingers by his neck without looking. He tried squirming but the grip was too tight. She slowly turned her head in 90 degrees, making a cold stare at the bulging eye ball. Pressing her face against him, practically nose to nose if Pleakley's species was created with one.

"Never. NEVER! Say anything like that to my bushi bu or other experiment." She growled and slowly clenched stronger. The one-eyed alien couldn't pry the experiment off with his skinny arms. "You truly have no idea what an experiment can go through, or is devoted to do you? We have feelings and you don't know how bad we have compared to any species in this galaxy."

"Crushing...hurting...can't...feel...head..." The walking noodle squeaked as he was turning turquoise.

"I'm not sure why or what we do to provoke anyone, but you have no idea what it's like to be hated just for being artificial. Like a species in this entire universe is not hated for some unparticular reason. We may be different, but we also have feelings!" A few seconds after that moment, Pleakley passed out. The rantings of 610 or the severe clenching to his neck would leave the alien with a message.

The weapon experiment continued to sit, glaring into space yet with a sightless grin on her face. Unfortunately, Pleakley's awful preachings caught up to her. Her happiness was soon dashed as her face began to droop. She made small pouts and whimpers, the eyelids soon gave way into closing. More body motions appeared as her lip slowly began moving forward and backward. A tear rolled from her cheek as she placed her head by the floor. Where she then saw 612's pod.

610 then pounced from the couch and onto the ground. The single tears dropping to the ground were now flowing in a great deluge. She screeched, crying and yelling about bushi bu. Anguish caused her to began clawing and tearing into the floorboard. The house-mates soon heard this horrid sound, yet had no idea what to do.

While the interior of the house was dreadful and echoed with the sounds of crying, outside was bloody and a series of grunts roared through the island. A small stream of green blood dripped onto the soil, continuing into the multiple palm trees. The sound of earth being tilled happened second after second and more blood trickled from a downward slope. This was happening because a red armored lizard was crawling for shelter.

"Damn." Varan thought to himself. "That vile trog had to cut my foot off before it's demise. Why did my jet back run out of uburnium so I could reach the ship? Last time I go without checking things first." He began panting heavily. "I must have only twenty minutes left."

He griped tighter onto the terrain toward a ray of sunshine. A small rip in the dark canopy had drawn his attention. Following with the light, water, slowly collapsing downward on a larger pool were picked up by the lobes on his head. Crawling closer to the light the soil soon turned from lush and vibrant to dry and stale. He looked on the yellow ground, then toward the waterfall eastward. Finding Gantu's ship.

"Gantu..." He stood and limped over to the ship. His claw latched onto to the hull to keep him standing. Though his muscles cramped and blood began spurting at a faster pace. He furious knocked onto the door! "Gantu! Someone! Open this door!"

The hatch opened revealing 625. He was slightly panting but simply stared blasé at the mortally wounded lizard. Taking bites into a newly created sandwich while still not caring for the doddering alien. He shut the door not saying a word.

Varan drooped in sorrow, though this was bad as he landed on the blood-drenched stump of his leg. He just sighed and looked around the ship. He saw a small circular window. He pulled two kanjis from his sides and held them in a downward motion. "I'm getting in that ship."

"625." Gantu addressed him. "Who was that?"

"Meh, just some bum begging for mercy. Nothing unusual."

"Oh. Nevermind then."

Suddenly, the hull was being breached and filled with the sounds of electrical crackling. Soon the metal, yet violet colored blades were stabbed and visible to the two aliens. Gantu gasped while 625 just raised is eyebrow. The window soon shook, suddenly opening up. Varan's hand reached out and sliced the window hatch wider to support part of his body. He leaped onto the ground tired, as blood pumped out faster from gashes when he touched the sharp alloy of the hull.

"Meh...meh..." The lizard tried to divulged. He coughed a small amount of blood and gripped onto his chest. He cocked his head upward and said vociferously: "Medic!"

"Colonel Varan!"

"Colonel?" 625 questioned.

"I'll explained later, just get him to the medical bay!"

625 was blank. "We have a medical bay?"

"We've always had one! It's been by the kitchen in case 626 had injured me!."

"Oh...you see, I'm not going to notice that because I'm too busy spending looking at things...in the kitchen and not outside the kitchen."

Gantu groaned. He should of known he had to do something such as this by himself. The shark alien lifted the gimped lizard toward the medical bay. He put him on a metal rectangular bed and pulled a first aid box from beneath it. Pulling out a thick bandage, he quickly wrapped it on Varan's leg and applied pressure. Varan winced in pain, making him pass out. But his body stopped bleeding. Gantu put his lobe of his ear next to his chest. Luckily it was still giving a faint beat.

Although this tragedy had been paused, the one still at the Pelekai house was still raging on. 610 seemed to be drowning in a pool of her own tears and misery. Not a comforting sight, as none of the aliens had a clue of what to do. Jumba sat in his room looking through some old files on his experiment database. The four experiments were inside the upper dome trying to figure out an idea for comfort. A shock wave of pouts lowered the experiment's morale.

"She's still crying?" Clyde asked.

"Yeah..." Bonnie replied. "What are we to do with our two friends out of commission?"

Stitch responded, "Activate 6-1-2?"

"Naga. This seems more like an emotional misunderstanding." 349 figured from her abnormally large cranium.

Angel walked by the elevator. "Comfort 6-1-0?"

"We should wait awhile." Clyde said. Delaying the healing process may be the only time to confront the heart-torn experiment.

Stitch placed his arm on Angel's shoulder. "Angel?" The said experiment turned her head at her boochie bu. "Ik meega actaba wheh thiisa, qwooda boochie bu actaba sa 6-1-0?"

She nodded her head, soon responding with a small "Ih." The pink experiment buried herself in 626's chest, supporting with wrap around with her arms. He hugged her back and sat down. Angel embraced Stitch's presence lovingly, looking him directly in the eyes as she nuzzled comfortly to him. He smiled; though he kept his mind clear of the current situation and simply gave her wrap around her head. Bonnie looked away with her tongue sticking out. She found most parts of love disgusting. But this particular scene gave her a recurring yet depressing idea on 612 and 610's relationship.

At Gantu's ship, Varan shook his head. The leg, once stumped and bloody was not attached with metallic leg. Very simple, a few titanium bars connected to create and simulate the actual leg. He laid on the pillow and spoke, holding onto his leg and head.

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Gantu quipped.

"Tracking experiments."

Gantu's eyes slightly widened "Why would you need to?"

"Part of my life. After two years since the Experiment 626 fiasco, he was brought to this planet to be exiled. And for some reason, you lost your job." Hearing this, the shark alien lowered his head."Soon after-wards, I read files about the escape and recapture of Dr. Jacque Von Hamsterviel, and your coalition with him. Once again, you were focused on the pursuit of experiments. I'm amazed by your acts. What has come of my former student?"

Gantu tightened his fist. "That trog has ruined me."

Varan quickly responded: "Is it all of his faults? Surely, you can blame someone else."

The former captain sighed. "It could be my fault. It could be the flawed Galatic Federations' fault. But I really wished it never happened." He sighed. "Maybe my obsession for justice has corrupted me."

"Don't feel so bad about yourself. I have to admit, what the Grand Council Woman did to you was truly unjust. In fact, I've recently pursued an experiment. And I'm impressed by your precaution and storing of the Emergency Bazookian Combat Mobilizer."

Gantu felt his pride restoring a little. But he furled a brow at his earlier response. "Why? No experiments were in space."

"Are you sure? There's Six-One-Two." Gantu looked away. "That's the only experiment we consider an abomination. He's murdered countless people. He and three other experiments killed my group and severed my foot. The three experiments escaped, but I believe 612 is dead."

He wiped his scalp in relief. Atleast that experiment won't have to bother anyone. He though knelt down to Varan and asked: "These experiments that helped him. Was one of them blue?"

Varan held his head. "I can't remember, I may have lost some memory from falling off the roof. I remember is...a purple haze."

"Purple Haze?" The shark alien questioned to himself. He looked at the experiment database. A recently activated showed a picture of Experiment 610. He showed the database picture to the weakened colonel.

"That's her...she killed three of the fighters with me."

"Do you remember anything else? Like where you fought?"

"Gah, I believe it was at a gray house, but it was destroyed. Though we followed them to another place. Kinda big, was blue and some other color."

"Blue..." Gantu thought to himself, although he's been in Hawaii for awhile, he didn't particularly care for the color of buildings. He scrolled through the common scenery of town in his mind, trying to figure out an answer. Until he thought of one blue house that was also in a rust color. "Of course, the trog and the little girl's house."

"Little girl and Trog?"

"I'll explain on the way. I know where we have to go, to get those experiments."

The colonel slithered off the bed and to the floor. He easily got used to the machinery as his nerves connected with metal rods. Both anthropomorphic creatures walked over to the hatch but they suddenly stopped.

"Where you going?" 625 decided to ask.

Gantu clenched his fists together. "To the trog's and little girl's house. Another experiment is there?"

The experiments' curiosity rose. "What's so special about that guy with you?" He pointed at Varan.

"This 'guy' as you call him is Colonel Varan of the Galatic Alliance. A strong leader of my time. And my own trainer and teacher of the galatic armada. He's taught me everything I've known."

"So...he's the one who made you into a loser?"

Varan quickly drew out his gun and blasted it at 625. The experiment dodged with a surprising sprint of agility by moving his head. He was still in a small bit of shock as his mouth sank open. A few of the mustard-colored hairs by his head were now a charred black and orange mixture. The lizard put the gun back into holster, continuing to walk out the door.

"Say anything like that again, and it'll be your last."

625 decided to keep his mouth shut as Varan was serious enough to shoot him again. Both aliens walked out the hatch as it rose back up. Gantu lead the way to assault the house where the experiments were hiding. Varan then asked.

"Can you explain to me know who the little girl and trog are?"

"The trog is 626." Gantu simply stated. "The little girl is this humanoid that bonded with 626 around two years ago."

"And there a problem because?"

"As you know, I work for Dr. Hamsterviel. And for him I must..." The shark alien stopped at that moment.

"Must do what Gantu?" He looked away to respond. "Gantu. Answer me. What do you do for Hamsterviel?"

"I have to capture more of Jookiba's experiments. And send them to Hamsterviel. The two protect them and soon reform them to do good deeds."

Varan looked away, ashamed. "This whole thing makes you look like the bad guy. You need to stop what your doing. Although the abominations created by Jookiba are morally wrong, they should be truly judged by how they act."

"But..." Gantu tried to defend himself.

"Listen. You need to quit whatever Hamsterviel is doing. Just stop this unnecessary purging and get some regular job."

"I can't!" He bursted. "Anytime I get a real job, it fails. And when I do get a job, it's thwarted by an experiment. And once when I had a free source of income, 626 destroyed it. Luckily, Hamsterviel tripled my pay after the incidence."

Varan thought for a second. But quickly re-opened his mouth. "Well, I can't blame you for their inexorable actions. Though you need a new form of income. I've read files on Hamsterviel before. He has serious hypomania which may have lead to any of his problems. I'll help you find another job, but you must help yourself first.."

Gantu smiled at his former colonel. "Thank you." But his feelings quickly straightened. "But we should get to the mission at hand at the trog and little girl's house."

"Right. Work is work." They continued to the house.

Bonnie jumped abruptly from one of the beds hanging from the wall. She had a look of ambition in her face as she stood on top of the platform. As it descended downward, Stitch, Angel and Clyde looked over to the elevator. Bonnie walked from the platform and into the same room as 6-1-0. The blue and pink experiments crawled downward while 350 decided to wait for the platform to come back upward. The lime green experiment sat next to her roommate.

"610..." She addressed the experiment. 610 turned to her, the purple fur messy and damp from the flow of tears. "You need to talk out this problem with 6-1-2."

"But, why? He's going to be on a rampage if I activate him."

"Well, he might." Bonnie said clearly. Stitch and Angel merely watched from an angle from the room. They decided to only intervene if they needed to. "But he obviously cares for you."

"Possibly suicide is not a form of care."

"In some, very twisted way, it is." This caught 610's attention. "He would never act this way about someone he didn't care about."

"Maybe..." The purple experiment said, still depressed.

"Listen. Whatever happened between you and that other experiment is in the past. You had no idea that he was still alive. Don't you think he'll trust you again if you explain it?"

610 looked away. She wasn't sure about trusting her boochie bu. Would he trust her again? The whole situation happening through out the day was insane and far-fetched. But it wasn't hopeless. "He could..." She spoke.

"Only one way to find out." 349 complemented with a smirk. She held Arsenal's red pod in her hand and placed it in 610's. The weapon expert experiment gripped it with two claws on her fingers. She stood up and walked slowly to the kitchen. Bonnie watched the whole thing smiling as some happiness would be restored.

But outside...

The two aliens were at the blue and rust colored household. Varan grinned as he was moments away from capturing his experiment. Gantu would finally get some recognition from his superiors again, giving a glimmer of hope to leave Earth. The colonel pointed at the partially destroyed stairs, then the roof. Former captain Gantu nodded. As he walked over to the house, Varan climbed up toward the stairs. When leaned against the door, the protégé was against one of the sides of the house. The nodded to each other once more.

Varan quickly turned, drawing his kanji and plasma pistol in his hand. He took his one, still real foot and kicked down the door. The experiments looked in shock, as he aimed the gun at 6-1-0s skull. Gantu lifted open the roof with his gun in his right hand, and the roof balanced on his left.

"Trogs..." The shark alien said.

"Gantu." Stitch said coldly, leaving his secluded area.

They stared at each other for what was about to take place.

Finally...Chapter 12 written.

I once again apologize for my long absence and delay. And the sudden Bonnie OOCness at the end. That the biggest flaw I'd say out of the chapter, but I needed someone for the situation.

I hope this will keep you content for now, as I have Christmas present to get started on. But don't worry people. Anyway, review. And I hope you enjoyed it and can forgive me.