Title: Little Blue Dog, My A**!
Author:Bug Eyed Monster
Rating:G not even one eensy bad word.
Summary: In the littled!Danielverse. Downsized Daniel has decided that a strange looking little dog will make a good shopping companion. Poor Jack doesn't stand a chance. Crossover between Stargate and Lilo & Stitch.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, I'm just borrowing them and I promise to put them back in their owners’ toyboxes, though they might be a little tattered when I'm done.
Jack glared at Daniel. And he’d thought that Daniel was bad about picking up weird aliens before being shrunk into a munchkin, but this... this... thing. Well, all he knew was that it belonged to that little girl and her sister down the street from the rental house.
“But Jaaaaaaaacck! All of her dolls were in the trunk of the car when her mom and dad- well, it was his idea ," here Daniel pointed to the alien, "to get her some new dolls and I can afford to buy her new dolls and maybe even a dollhouse and...”
Jack grabbed Daniel’s arm. “Daniel.” He pointed at the ‘dog’. “That is not a dog. That’s a blue alien.” The alien laughed and screeched something about being cute and fluffy. “Yeah, you are kinda’ fluffy. But cute? And why are we going shopping in a civilian area with a cute, fluffy, blue wanna-be dog alien?”
Daniel turned to the little girl’s alien dog. “Go on, Stitch, tell him why.”
The fluffy little blue alien turned his big eyes on Jack. “Lilo and Nana Ohana
mean 'Family'. 'Family' mean 'No One Left Behind'.” The alien gazed up at him with big sad puppy eyes, the large ears flat against his head.
Oh, for crying out loud.
There was nothing else to do. The great Gou’ald toaster Jack O’Neill brought down by a little blue fluffy and cute alien. His reputation was gone if this ever got out.
“Fine. I’ll take you and Daniel to the mainland for dolly shopping.”
“YEAH!” Daniel was doing his Tigger imitation again.
“Stitch, you have to 'be' a dog, get it? We can’t have the rest of planet finding out about cute 'n' fluffy little aliens- they might all want one, ‘kay?”
Darned if Stitch didn’t nod and croak “Okay.”