This is just a funny little fanfic I wrote based on a comic my sister did. It was a stargate comic using stick people and she was coloring Daniel's hair with a 'brown' pencil that ended up looked more pink instead and presto chango! I new fanfic! Read and enjoy.
Bad Hair Day
Everyone has a bad hair day at least once in their life. Daniel Jackson was no different. He'd woken up a few times to find his hair sticking up in every direction at once and then finding that it utterly refused to be flattened. None of these experiences, however, remotely compared to the time when an alien dyed his hair pink.
The day began normally enough. Daniel awoke, stretched, and got out of bed. Sleepily, he shuffled into the bathroom, thinking, "I knew I should have had that extra beer." He and Vala had partied just slightly the night before. Why, he still didn't know.
Daniel washed his face, reached for a towel, and suddenly froze. He had caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. Almost everything appeared normal, but, as usual, it was the 'almost' part that had captured his attention. Daniel ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief. Instead of the usual brown, it was a bright pink.
"Vala!" the archeologist yelled, running into the living room, "What did you do to my hair?!"
Vala, from her haphazard position on the couch, moaned in protest at having been awakened.
"What is it?" she asked. Then her eyes widened. "Oh dear."
"Oh dear is right!" Daniel shouted, "What the heck did you do?!"
She looked reproachful. "Why do you always assume it was me?"
"Because you were the only one here and I locked the door! Now, what did you do?!"
Vala sighed and thought a moment. "I don't remember," she concluded.
"What do you mean you don't remember?!" Daniel yelled.
"There's no need to shout, Daniel. In case you've forgotten, I was rather drunk last night. I might have done anything." Daniel groaned and sank down onto a chair, head in his hands.
"Don't worry," Vala told him, "I'm sure it'll come out . . . eventually."
"Eventually?!" The looked on the archeologist's face coupled with the bright pink hair
completely broke down Vala's restraint and she began to laugh uncontrollably. Daniel glared at her.
"It's not funny!"
"I . . . I'm sorry, it's just . . . your face . . . and that hair . . . " Daniel got up and marched angrily back into the bathroom. A few minutes later, the shower was turned on. Vala sat on the couch a minute or two trying to catch her breath. Then, realizing that Daniel was liable to be in there a while, she got up and headed towards the phone. Several minutes later, her phone calls complete, she sat down to wait.
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