New Prescription
Disclaimer: If I owned anything relating to Stargate SG-1, I'd be too busy reveling in the fact that I own something about Stargate and not wasting my time writing fan fiction. Therefore, I don't claim to own anything about Stargate SG-1.
Rating: G
Summary: fallingfromelysium requested a sequel to 'Spare Glasses,' and as I hate to disappoint, I wrote one. This one is also very short, pointless and probably stupid.
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"Whoa! Dr. Jackson? I never thought you'd walk in here on your own two feet!" Janet Fraiser exclaimed with slight disbelief upon seeing her most common patient enter the infirmary.
Daniel glared half-heartedly. "I've got a headache again."
"You've been having those a lot lately. Hmm, has this happened before?"
He thought for a minute. "Yeah... I used to have them a lot before... oh."
"Oh?"
"Before I changed my prescription. I think I might need new glasses."
"Why don't you get contacts? You don't have to wear glasses you know." Janet suggested.
Daniel looked mortified. "You know how much dirt is flying through the air at any given time at a dig sight? Do you know how annoying it is to have dirt in your contacts?"
Dr. Fraiser cringed. "Sorry. I wasn't thinking about that." She paused then laughed quietly. "What's SG-1 going to do if you need another prescription? They'll all have to get new spare glasses for you."
"You knew they carried around extra glasses for me?"
"Where do you think they got them?"
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A/N: Shudders! That was even worse than the first one!