Well, here it is: my first Doctor Who fanfic. I wrote this based on another story I wrote for Stargate Sg-1 called "Bad Hair Day". If you like this one, read that one too. Please enjoy.

Doctor Who - Bad Hair Day

Everyone has a bad hair day. Unless, of course, they don't have hair, but otherwise they have had bad hair days. The Doctor was no different. Since the majority of his regenerations had had hair, all of them had had bad hair days. None of those many episodes, however, compared in the least with the time his hair was dyed pink by a fellow alien.

The day started out ordinarily enough. The Doctor had just woken up from a luxurious nap and was now in the console room tinkering around. His companion, Martha Jones, entered a few minutes later having heard his mumblings and exclamations. She barely took two steps toward him when she froze, mouth falling open and eyes widening.

"Good morning, Martha," the Doctor greeted, oblivious to her expression.

"Um . . . same to you," his companion managed.

The Time Lord glanced at her. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing really," Martha said in reply, "only . . . have you looked in a mirror lately?"

The Doctor frowned quizzically at her. "No, why?"

"Your hair. It's, um . . . it's turned pink."

"It's what?"

"Turned pink."

The Doctor stared at her a minute. "My hair doesn't turn colors," he said at last.

"No, seriously," said Martha, a grin forming on her lips, "your hair is pink."

Turning quickly, the Doctor strode away to find a mirror while Martha hurried to catch up. The Time Lord led her up a flight of spiral steps to what must have been his wardrobe judging by the row of interesting and varied clothing articles. The Doctor strode past all of this to a large mirror. He took one look at his reflection and froze. His hair was a bright, vivid, hot pink. For once, he was completely speechless.

"What?!" he exclaimed finally, running his fingers through his hair making it stick up in all directions. Martha began to laugh. She couldn't help it.

"It's not funny!" the Doctor reproached.

"Sorry," apologized Martha, still grinning, but trying hard to hide it.

"What happened to my hair?!" the Doctor continued. "It's . . . it's . . . it's pink!"

"I've noticed," his companion replied.

"But . . . but how!?"

"Hair dye most likely."

"The Doctor looked at her. "But I don't have any pink hair dye."

"You sure?" Martha asked.

"Well, no, but I would know if I accidently dyed my hair, which I haven't."

"Well, I didn't do it."

"Sure?"

"Positive."

The Doctor thought a moment. "Well," he said at last, "this poses an interesting problem. But right now I want to know how to un-dye my hair!"

Martha pursed her lips in thought. "The only thing I know to do is wash your hair and hope it isn't permanent."

The Doctor's eyes widened in horror. "Permanent?!"

His companion smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. I'm sure it'll come out. Besides, if it doesn't, then all you have to do is shave your head and it should grow back normal color."

During this, the Doctor's eyes had gone wider and more horror filled by the second. "Shave my head?!" he exclaimed when Martha had finished. "Shave my head?!"

"Look, just go take a shower, wash your hair several times and go from there." Still muttering about shaving his head, the pink haired Time Lord headed for the shower. As soon as he was out of ear shot, Martha Jones began to laugh. The Doctor had pink hair. The famous Doctor, a Lord of Time and savior of a good deal of the universe had pink hair and not a clue what to do about it. Martha laughed until the tears streamed down her cheeks and she was gasping for air. Then, after calming down a bit, she plopped down in a chair, picked up the book she had been reading earlier, and waited.

Well, do you like it so far? Please review.