Cameron v. Mr. Squiggles
Title: Cameron v. Mr. Squiggles
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Team, hint of Daniel/Vala
Word Count: 315
Rating: G
Summary: "You can't just bring back an alien stray and claim it as a pet."
"No," Cameron says. He speaks firmly. Clearly. With conviction. "You can't just pick up an alien animal and bring it home as a pet."
"You say that now," Vala starts, petting the squirmy little thing on her lap that looks like a Shih Tzu mated with a Bichon Frise and shrank itself to a quarter of its size. "But Mr. Squiggles--"
"I do say that now," Cam says in a rush, because if she's already named it, it's worse than he thought. All right. "Jackson. Back me up here. You can't honestly tell me you want that thing living in your apartment."
Daniel squints at him. His look is half Brokering deals between warring alien planets is one thing, but on this matter I have accepted my fate, half Do you honestly think I've survived twelve years working at the SGC by being an idiot?
Cameron understands a lot more about General O'neil now than when he first joined SG-1.
"Carter," he tries, turning to Sam, who's bent over a tablet with the schematics to her shiny new tech on it. "Help a guy out. We'd never be able to clear it with Landry, for starters, and-"
"Hmm," she says without looking up. "Actually, he still feels bad enough about the stabbing thing he probably would. Might have to keep it in quarantine for a month or two."
"I'll visit you every day, darling," Vala croons. She scratches it on the chin, and it flops over onto its back and bats at her fingers with a teeny, tiny paw. "You really do look like a Mr. Squiggles."
"Teal'c," Cameron says in desperation. "What do you think?"
Teal'c leans back in his chair for a moment and thinks.
"Mr. Squiggles," he says, "Is indeed a most appropriate name."
Jackson doesn't quite manage to turn his laugh into a cough, but Cameron gives him props for trying.
Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Characters: Team, hint of Daniel/Vala
Word Count: 315
Rating: G
Summary: "You can't just bring back an alien stray and claim it as a pet."
"No," Cameron says. He speaks firmly. Clearly. With conviction. "You can't just pick up an alien animal and bring it home as a pet."
"You say that now," Vala starts, petting the squirmy little thing on her lap that looks like a Shih Tzu mated with a Bichon Frise and shrank itself to a quarter of its size. "But Mr. Squiggles--"
"I do say that now," Cam says in a rush, because if she's already named it, it's worse than he thought. All right. "Jackson. Back me up here. You can't honestly tell me you want that thing living in your apartment."
Daniel squints at him. His look is half Brokering deals between warring alien planets is one thing, but on this matter I have accepted my fate, half Do you honestly think I've survived twelve years working at the SGC by being an idiot?
Cameron understands a lot more about General O'neil now than when he first joined SG-1.
"Carter," he tries, turning to Sam, who's bent over a tablet with the schematics to her shiny new tech on it. "Help a guy out. We'd never be able to clear it with Landry, for starters, and-"
"Hmm," she says without looking up. "Actually, he still feels bad enough about the stabbing thing he probably would. Might have to keep it in quarantine for a month or two."
"I'll visit you every day, darling," Vala croons. She scratches it on the chin, and it flops over onto its back and bats at her fingers with a teeny, tiny paw. "You really do look like a Mr. Squiggles."
"Teal'c," Cameron says in desperation. "What do you think?"
Teal'c leans back in his chair for a moment and thinks.
"Mr. Squiggles," he says, "Is indeed a most appropriate name."
Jackson doesn't quite manage to turn his laugh into a cough, but Cameron gives him props for trying.