Disclaimer: I do not own Lilo and Stitch, or most of the characters incorporated with this fanfiction.

A/N: Okay readers, by now you have most likely come to the conclusion that I am a scum bag who never updates. I do not blame you, because I am a scumbag who never updates. A friend of mine has been bothering me to get something down, and after much prompting, begging, bribing, and most of all promises of later favors, I have decided to write a new chapter for this fanfiction. Yay! Anyway, despite the last chapter being… less then brilliant, I have decided to actually try to write a good and proper chapter. Who knows, if my friend stays on my case I may write more after this. Also, I may as well state this now, I do enjoy writing. I really do. I just don't get enough time to write. I'm going to make time. From now on, I will get a new fanfiction out every Friday.

The blast exploded into a blue fire upon the hard black street, causing green embers to rain from the sky around the shivering creature. She never felt as afraid in her life as she had on this planet and every moment the feelings only got worse. The experiment's eyes widened as liquid began to sparkle in her black eyes, the essence of agony easily seen underneath the water. Slowly, the tears cascaded upon her fur as she began to gain a grip on the reality that faced her. She was so close to seeing her creator again, after being beaten and taunted she was only a few feet from her beloved creator. However, she probably would not live to talk to him once more. The only thing that stood between her and the deadly rays that fell around her was this furry blue lump.

She buried her head into her fur as memories filled her mind with horrible memories that felt so much like now. She wasn't strong enough to stop it either… She wasn't programmed to be strong and fight. This was just like last time, only this time she wouldn't be able to get a glimpse at Jumba's face again after being put into this sleep. Suddenly the sound of yelling filled her sensitive ears making her look up in surprise, and she found her breath caught in her throat.

"Get off of me, abomination," shouted Gantu, desperately trying to pry the odd blue creature off of his shark like face. Much to 008's surprise, the blue creature was winning. For a brief moment, a smile came to her furry face, flickering on it thinking that she may actually have a chance to get out of this.

"You get that big dummy, Stitch," the young girl standing next to her creator shouted. 008 blinked in confusion as she looked at the girl's enthusiasm, the shock was painted clearly upon her face.

How can she be so happy? That… was it Stitch? Yes, Stitch, creature could be killed… She could be killed. Yet, she cheers so merrily. These thoughts ran through the experiment's mind uneasily before returning her gaze toward the said blue fuzz ball. It was obvious he was winning. 008 began to rise to her paws, shaking unsteadily as she did so, threatening to fall to the ground. Ever so slowly, and painfully, she made her way to the trio standing at the sidelines. She couldn't make it. It was impossible for her to possibly over come the pain racking her tiny body.

Falling on to her side again she let out a cat like whelp, causing the little girl to look over at her curiously, along with the worried expression on Jumba's face. The one eyed creature was still cowering, but what did 008 care? Jumba was looking back at her for real in the first time that felt like ages. The dehydration process had not been kind to her in the least.

She could have smiled if her body hadn't felt like something put into a blender. She closed her eyes, trying hard to keep consciousness when a soft voice filled her ears with a hope filling phrase.

"Don't worry; we will make sure no one will hurt you again."

The little girl spoke as she picked up the quivering mass of fuzz. The experiment buried her face into the girl's chest feeling safe for the first time since she had awakened. A mew passed her lips in pleasure as she listened to the girl's pounding heart, feeling comforted by this small sound. Soon a heavy hand was placed on her coat, bringing the memories back as she opened her black eyes. She hadn't needed to, because she already knew exactly who was stroking her fur so affectionately.

"My poor creation, who has been doing the hurting to you," came the heavily accented voice of her creator. 008 merely mewed in pain, looking at Jumba unbelievingly.

Stitch crawled down the former Captain's back with his signature laugh escaping his lips. He cut several bits of Gantu's clothing until finally, RIP! The alien was left in nothing but his heart patterned boxers. A blush passed over his shark like face as he reached desperately for bit of cloth to cover up.

"Oh Blistz snap."

A growl was heard as he turned his back to the group, running in the direction of his stranded space ship.

"Yeah, take that you big dummy," Lilo called out as she jumped with joy.

"That blubber butt never did know when he was beat," a New Yorker sounding accent commented. Everyone turned in surprise, to see an angry and bemused looking 625. His arms were crossed over his chest as he gazed up at the red lump of fuzz currently being held by Jumba. He took a step forward, an angry looking intent in his eyes. The scientist took a step back, casting a protective arm over 008 to keep her from view.

"So, Jumba, who's this… favorite of yours," 625 asked continuing to advance toward them.

"It is being none of your business. Why would you be caring any way," Jumba exclaimed as he continued to walk backwards with a shifty gaze at the others. Stitch bound forward, jumping between Jumba and 625 as a growl resonated from within his throat. The sandwich making experiment retreated back, but the angry intent did not escape his eyes. Jealousy? Perhaps, but why would 625 be jealous when he barely spoke to Jumba?

"It's not worth it," 625 muttered turning his back to the group, holding up a carefree hand, "She's probably worthless anyway." He walked forward, Stitch looked as if he would tackle the experiment, but Lilo shook her head.

"Let him go, Stitch," Lilo said, putting a hand on 626's head, "He's just being silly. No need to have a fit for something like that."

Stitch growled, but left 625 alone, trotting over to where Jumba was with his new cousin. The blue experiment sniffed curiously as Jumba knelt down to let him see.

"Her name is 008… She's an experiment I never planned to be seeing for a long long time…."

Lilo put a hand on her chin looking thoughtfully, "Sooooo… What does she do that would set off Sandwich Boy like that?"

Jumba gave a weak smile as he shook his head, "She's a data recorder, made for when Jumba is forgetting stuff. Very useful. Was a very good lab assistant."

He stroked the weasel like creature with an oddly tender hand. It wasn't like him to be this caring. Of course, Pleakley was the first point this out.

"Is that a smile tainting your lips, Jumba," Pleakley asked as he finally stopped cowering.

"NO," Jumba said settling back into his normal frown, as he glared accusingly at the one eyed nuisance. 008 stirred slowly, on the verge of passing out in her creator's arms, a smile was tainting her lips. Lilo was watching 008 with wonder shining in her eyes.

"I think I'll call he-," Lilo started only to be cut off by the mad scientist himself.

"Ah, ah, ah. Little girl, I believe I'll be doing the naming of this one," he said looking up with a hasty smile. Pleakley wouldn't let him get away with that one.

"I knew it! I knew it! Jumba, you have a soft spot for this one, don't you," Pleakley said holding up a finger as if he had figured out something very important. Jumba merely scowled as he stood up, heading back toward the house.

"As if," he muttered, "Let's go back. Little one is needing rest."

Pleakley wasn't impressed, but decided not to push the subject until another time. Those little monsters made him uneasy as is. Slowly, the group headed toward their home, saying little on the way back.

A/N: Sorry for shortness, but at least it's an update.