As always, I own nothing- neither Buffy nor Stargate, nor anything within.
Henry was disturbed; a situation becoming more and more the ordinary, which in and of itself was an entire level of disturbing on its own. He was Nakesh! He was a god!
He was a goa’uld!
He did not- stick!
“Want it, boy want it? Want the stick? Here’s the stick, here it is! Go get it!”
The problem was, he wasn’t
a goa’uld anymore. No, actually, the problem was that he hadn’t taken the witch seriously when she said she’d he’d be a dog if he didn’t behave. After all, he'd laughed, even with her accursed magic a dog’s mind could only hold out so long.
He hadn’t realized he’d actually be
Henry froze and spat out stick he’d been proudly returning. This was degrading! He would not- squirrel!
This is going to be a pool of stories for my own amusement. Feel free to add any of your own. Just keep 'em about Henry's life as- well, a pet. No pun intended!