Title: Stray

A/N: Ok this is insane and really out of the ordinary. Lol. It was written by Sandpiper and I based on a joke that I guess we took a little too seriously. But um… enjoy. Lol.

Authors: Glittering Pegasus and Sandpiper

Summary: After an encounter with a mysterious Rambaldi artifact, Sydney experiences some peculiar changes.

PROLOGUE

I looked into the shards of broken glass scattered about the sidewalk and one undeniable yet horrible fact struck my mind like lightning.

I'm a dog.

Don't get me wrong. I'm usually pretty confident about my looks. But today, there was no use in arguing. I was a dog. How could this have happened to me?

I don't even know where to begin. I suppose it started with the Rambaldi device that Sloane just had to have. So of course he sent me off to some far corner of the world to find it, "for the good of the country".

Right! As if Arvin Sloane ever did anything good for this country. He's one of the few people that I could see myself being able to kill without feeling guilty, but regardless of how I feel I just happen to be a double agent which meant that I had to smile in his face and cheerfully jump on the first plane to Spain to rob a museum.

The rest was just bad luck I suppose. Was it my fault that Dixon and I got separated so I ended up having to keep the device overnight? And was it my fault that Rambaldi put a hand shaped outline on the top? It might as well have been a hallway with a lever and a big neon sign that says "Do Not Pull This Lever" but doesn't say why.

Curiosity is a perfectly human trait, plus, I've handled hundreds of Rambaldi artifacts during my seven years at SD-6 without anything ever happening to me.

Okay, so that last part was a little my fault, but the fact that we went back to LA the next day and the next animal I came in contact with just happened to be a small white bulldog was completely not my fault!

So now I'm a total dog. A canine. Tail wagger, complete with puppy dog eyes. Best in show. Possibly worst. And somehow a part of my brain is making it feel like this is all so normal. Ha. Must have been some kind of brain manipulation Rambaldi worked into the thing so that his followers wouldn't try to kill themselves when they saw that they were a FREAKING OTHER SPECIES!!

I wasn't sure where I was going or what to do, and my dog brain wasn't helping much until it responded to the call of a male voice a little way behind us.

"Donovan! Donovan where did you get to? DONOVAN!"

No. Freaking. Way.

I thought my day couldn't possibly get any worse.