A Stitch in Time by Cleo the Muse
Rating: All Ages
Genre: Gen, Little Danny (Aware), Action/Adventure, Crossover (Lilo & Stitch), Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Smarm
Warnings: Big little misunderstandings, trite Minnesotan clichés, and rampant fluffy cuteness
Episodes: Alternate "Meridian" with anything up to that fair game.
Synopsis: An accident offworld leaves Daniel toddler-sized and hot property for Simmons and the not-so-nice NID guys. To get him out of the immediate "line of fire", Jack takes him off to Minnesota, where misunderstandings, clichés, and cuteness abound!
Status: In Progress
Notes: Big hug to the Bug-Eyed Monster, who spawned this particular bunny back in January! Obviously, when creating a crossover like this, there are some things which can safely be carried over from one universe to the other, but many many other things which can not be. An Aware!Danny is not going to react in the same ways as a genuine child of his age, Minnesota is a far cry from Hawaii, and though a conflict with a social worker worked in another LD 'fic, it couldn't with this one. I think you'll find both worlds blended remarkably well and recognizably!

A Stitch in Time

Not very long ago, in a galaxy surprisingly nearby--the Milky Way, actually--there was a planet called Turo, which was the seat of the United Galactic Federation. The name of the governing body was something of a misnomer, as it was constantly battling inner turmoil, nowhere near big enough to encompass the entire galaxy in which it was based, and just barely democratic... but no one could say they didn't have high aspirations. Still, chaos was usually made into order by the rulers of the alliance, and the wisest and most powerful of these was the Grand Councilwoman.

The Grand Councilwoman wasn't often called upon to directly judge the crimes of individual citizens of the Galactic Federation, but when it came to Doctor Jumba Jookiba, she could hardly stand by idly. Genetic experimentation had been forbidden by the Federation for twenty-five years and seventy-one days, but the graduate of Pak'tilaq'dazhtaki--also known as the Evil Genius University--had been defying this law for the last twenty-five years and sixty-four days. He claimed that the diminuitive Doctor Jacques von Hämsterwiel had been his partner-in-crime and financier, and that the lout had seen fit to "cheat Jumba, steal from Jumba, embarrass Jumba, and finally, fink on Jumba to Galactic Federation."

Whatever. Even if Hämsterwiel had done all those things, the true matter at stake was that Doctor Jumba had knowingly violated law when he created not one, not two, but six hundred and twenty-six abominations! Fortunately for the safety of all living beings and an infinite number of inanimate objects, the final specimen had been detained along with Jumba.

"Read the charges," the Grand Councilwoman ordered.

The physically-imposing Captain Gantu did the honors. "Doctor Jumba Jookiba, lead scientist of Galaxy Defense Industries, you stand before this council accused of illegal genetic experimentation!"

There was a collective gasp teleprompted from the assembly of diplomats, legislators, and reporters, as well as representatives from the Beings Against the Defamation of Evil Geniuses and Gifted Scientists. Unlike the rest of the crowd, the B.A.D.E.G.G.S. probably were reacting only to the reminder that genetic experimentation was illegal.

"How do you plead?" the Grand Councilwoman questioned.

Doctor Jumba's arms crossed in indignation. "Not guilty! My experiments are only theoretical... completely within legal boundaries!"

"We believe you actually created something," she reminded him as the detainment transport entered the chambers, bearing the presently-concealed evidence the council had against the scientist.

"'Created something'?" Jumba repeated. "Ha! But that would be irresponsible and unethical. I would never, ever--" The transport's mechanisms were released, revealing the creature within the cage to the this-time-unprompted gasps of the audience "--make more than one," he admitted.

Although currently confined to the inside of its temporary prisoner transport pod, the genetically-engineered creation was clearly designed for speed and destructive capability. Looking past the fluffy blue fur, the creature had four arms with strength far greater than their size would imply. Ignoring the shiny nose and cutely-waving antennae revealed razor-sharp teeth and intelligently-gleaming eyes.

Gantu spoke for pretty much everyone when he asked, "What is that monstrosity?"

The scientist gaped. "Monstrosity? What you see before you is the first of a new species." He turned to the strange being and smiled as it crawled the inside of its enclosure. "I call it Experiment Six-Two-Six. He is bulletproof, fireproof, and can think faster than supercomputer! He can see in the dark and move objects 3,000 times his size! His only instinct: to destroy everything he touches!" Waving his arms about for emphasis, the doctor lost his balance and fell back onto his own platform, cackling.

Classic example of Advanced Maniacal Laughter instruction from the Evil Genius University.

"So it is a monster," the Grand Councilwoman concluded.

"Hey, just a little one!" Jumba protested.

Gantu, whose people had been one of the most vocally obnoxious about banning genetic experimentation, got decidedly hot-headed, pounding the table for emphasis. "It is an affront to nature; it must be destroyed!"

"Calm yourself, Captain Gantu. Perhaps it can be reasoned with." The Grand Councilwoman steepled her fingertips. "Experiment Six-Two-Six... give us some sign you understand any of this. Show us that there is something inside you that is good."

Inside his enclosure, the diminutive creature made a noise as though clearing its throat. As it straightened, the audience leaned forward in their seats--a decidedly dangerous thing to do, considering how far it was to the council chamber's floor. Then the being pressed its nose against the glass and declared, "Meega... nala kweesta!"

The less delicately-stomached among them pitched their cookies--or as was the case of the councilor from 00110110, their nuts and bolts. "So naughty!" the Grand Councilwoman exclaimed in shock, as the creature cackled.

"I didn't teach it that!" Jumba protested.

"Place that Idiot Scientist under arrest!" boomed Gantu.

"I prefer to be called 'Evil Genius!'" the Idiot Scientist protested as his platform was whisked away from the council chambers. And it was no wonder he wasn't enamored of the insult. The term "Idiot Scientist" was reserved for the most stupendously brilliant of all citizens of the Galactic Federation, with the most recent receipient having been a hundred years ago: the astrocartographer who had so poorly divided the galaxy into "quadrants" that fifteen additional quadrants had to be named to account for the parts of space he missed. Whoever heard of anything having nineteen quadrants?

The Grand Councilwoman sighed. "And as for that abomination... it is the flawed product of a deranged mind. It has no place among us. Captain Gantu, take him away."

"With pleasure," the behemoth replied.

Less than an hour later, Six-Two-Six escaped.

Author's Notes:
//takes a deep breath// ...and here we go...