It's just a haircut Steven

By

Landon Richardson

Disclaimer

The characters of Danny 'Danno' Williams, Steve McGarrett, Chin Ho Kelly, Kono Kalakaua and Grace Williams do not belong to me in any shape of form.

Author Note

First chapter... or rather the prologue

Probably only going to be three chapters top in this story. I've had it floating around my head for a while now so I decided just to get it out so yep, here we go.

Not sure how quickly the updates will be put up, I might do it within a week or it might be a month, who knows. I will finish this story though so there's that at least.

I should warn you that this first chapter is merely a prologue to the rest of the story. The later chapters will be a lot longer

Anyway please enjoy!

Overall summary

Danny Williams didn't particularly view himself as a vain man but it was no secret to anyone who knew him how much he loved his hair… He knew Grace hadn't meant to ruin the do, mistakes happened after all but he didn't quite expect the reaction his new haircut received, that was for sure…

Chapter Summary

There was no point putting it off any longer.

Overall romance

Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams

Prologue

Danny

Danny Williams stared hard at his reflection in the mirror, his bright blue eyes narrowing slightly before he sighed, reaching up and rubbing at his forehead where he could feel the beginnings of a headache brewing.

There was no way around it, His hair looked bad. Not just bad, he could have coped if it had been just bad but this... this was really bad. The kind of bad that resulting in people literally stopping in the street to laugh at him kind of bad. He wouldn't even blame them for it if they did had that reaction when they saw him. Hell if it had been any other person other than himself then he would have done exactly the same thing as them.

He could still picture the look of horror on Grace's face in his mind. The way her dark eyes suddenly widened as she stilled next to him staring down at the floor where the clump of his hair now lay innocently on the floorboards. He had known then instantly what had happened and really it had been his own fault, he should have been paying more attention to what Grace had actually been asking his permission for, instead of being so involved in the football match on the screen.

The last few times she had asked to play around with his hair, she had done just that. Ruffling it up with her fingertip, laughing at how fluffy it actually was beneath the hair products he used to try and tame it in the humidity. He had been lulled into a false sense of security, assuming that was all that she wanted to do with it this time as well, He had been positive when she asked again that she would do the same as before.

Only this time she hadn't. This time she had something else on her mind

Somewhere along the line she had got the idea into her head that Danny needed a slight trim and had decided that since Danny didn't go to the barber and wasn't about to do it himself that she would do it for him instead. She had started off as normal, fluffing his hair up, pulling at the strands before she had struck when he has been least prepared. At the first snip Danny had automatically pulled his head away from her sharply not realising she still had the scissors open and in his hair, his jerk away from her had result in her panicking and pressing down on the scissors and a large chunk of hair detaching itself from the rest of him.

He had come to his feet instantly, crossing the room quickly and looked in the mirror he had placed on the wall for Grace. His eyes widening as he had stopped, staring hard at himself as he realised that half his hair at the front and side of his head was gone. Briefly he had wondered how big the scissors that Grace had been using had been. He had turned away from the mirror, ignoring it and turned his attention on Grace instead, calming her down and focusing on making her smile again. He had stuck on a hat when he had driven her back to Rachel's, kissing her on the cheek and telling her again that it was okay and it was a mistake and he forgave her for her mistake.

Now that he was home, staring at his reflection he didn't feel quite as calm as he led his daughter to believe. Sighing he headed into his bedroom, opening one of the drawers and rummaged through it for a moment before he pulled out a small black bag which he opened looking into it with a sigh at the hairdressing set his younger sister Erica had presented him when he had moved to Hawaii. Back in Jersey it had been Erica who had cut his hair, keeping it well-groomed but here he had been forced to do it himself on the rare occasion that it had needed it.

He could have gone to a barber he guessed, like his partner Steve McGarrett tended to do and allow someone else to deal with the disaster area that was now his hair, the one part of him which he had always loved even when he was a kid. But he simply didn't want to, somehow he knew it would get back to the other members of his team and they would mock him for it. Hell he wouldn't blame them, he would mock himself.

Instead he would do it himself, the same way that Erica had shown him to do it countless of times in the past.

He picked the bag up and went into the bathroom, reaching in and gripping the scissors tightly in his hand. He looked down at them before he looked back at his reflection and sighed, bringing the scissors up to the rest of his hair, delaying for a second before he had begun snipping away.

There was no point putting it off any longer.

Author Note

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