Thanks for the stunning reviews, follows, and favorites! This chapter is a request from WickedAwesome, where Daniel has some...hair problems (I hope you don't mind, but I got this crazy idea and just ran with it).

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White Hair

It was suppose to be just a normal day for Daniel. Usually, he would wake up at 8:00 am. Usually he would brush his teeth, shave if necessary, and then get dressed.

However, today fate had something else planned for him. Fate was going to be very cruel to Daniel. Maybe it was karma for being such an arrogant jerk sometimes.

Daniel woke up at 8:00 am as usual. He was usually the first one up, so everyone else was asleep. He woke up and shuffled over to the bathroom to freshen himself up for the day. Turning on the light to the bathroom, he went up to the sink and began to brush his teeth.

When Daniel looked up in the mirror above the sink, he almost chocked on the toothpaste in his mouth. Quickly, he spit out the toothpaste, turned off the water, and set his cup and toothbrush down.

He brought his hands up to his hair and moved them through his hair. He thought it might have been an illusion from his half-asleep mind. Or perhaps, the lighting skewed what he saw in the mirror.

But no matter how many times Daniel changed the angle at how he looked in the mirror, no matter how many times he turned the lights on and off, nothing changed.

The single grey hair stood firm on the left side of Daniel's bangs. It glimmered an unattractive, indecent grey-white.

And for the first time in his life, Daniel screamed.

Not a moment latter, his partners came rushing into the bathroom. Lights were turned on and Daniel heard feet shuffling towards the bathroom. Still in shock, he put the toilet seat cover down and sat on it, his head in his hands.

Merritt, whose room was closest to Daniel's, came in first. Merritt assessed the state of the bathroom and of Daniel. Finally he said, "Daniel, don't tell me your pregnant?"

"What? Daniel's pregnant?" Jack muttered, walking into the bathroom. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and yawned. "Congrats."

"No!" Daniel exclaimed and glared at Merritt.

Henley was the last to come in. She poked her head through the door and asked, "Is everyone alright?"

Daniel whispered something, but it was so quiet no one could here.

"What was that Daniel?" Jack asked.

He whispered again, slightly louder, but still too quiet for the Horsemen to hear.

"Danny," Henley asked, annoyed. "There better be a good reason why you woke us up so early in the morning with a girly scream."

Daniel rubbed his temple and spoke, this time in a clear voice. "I…I have a… white hair."

The other Horsemen looked at Daniel, looked at his hair, looked at each other, and then began to laugh.

Daniel frowned, "Guys! This is serious!"

But that only made them laugh even harder. Jack put his hand on the wall to steady himself while he snickered. Henley tried to hold in her giggles, to sound supportive, but gave up a few seconds later.

Merritt chuckled and pat Daniel on the back, "Calm down dude. It happened to me to a little while ago but you don't see me panicking."

Daniel looked up in horror, "This is worse than I thought. The white hair are a warning. There's going to be more and then I'm going to be bald. Like Merritt. I'm going to have a head that reflects light like Merritt's. What has the world come to?" Daniel muttered.

Merritt huffed indignantly, "Woah, hey. I'd like to clarify that I only had one white hair. I decided to shave my head as a hairstyle. My hair didn't just fall out. I'm not that old." Unconsciously, he felt his head.

Daniel ignored his bald teammate. He got up and began to pace back and forth in the little bathroom. As he walked, he spoke, "What am I going to do? I can't be a master magician with a white hair. Since when does the stylish and roguishly handsome J. Daniel Atlas have a white hair?"

Henley rolled her eyes at Daniel's overreaction. "It's just a hair. It's not even white, more of a grey. And it's not that noticeable," she said.

Jack scratched his head, more awake now that it was clear no one would be going back to sleep with Daniel in this state. "Why don't you just cut it off?" Jack asked.

"Because then there would be an ugly stub of white hair on every camera headshot of me," Daniel replied, and looked at Jack as though the answer were perfectly obvious.

Jack frowned and wondered why a little stub would even be visible. He tried again, "Then pull it out?"

This time Henley spoke up, "Well, some superstitions say that pulling out one white hair is equivalent to growing three more."

Jack groaned and threw his hands up in frustration.

"Superstition or not, I don't want to risk it. The future of the world is at stake here," Daniel said.

"I have an idea!" Merritt exclaimed. Merritt went over to the cupboard in the bathroom and dug around until he pulled out a small box. Presenting it to his partners, he said, "Daniel can just use hair dye. That way, his hair will be the same tone, the white hair will be exterminated, and the world can live to see another day."

Daniel thought about it and decided it was the best choice. He asked feebly, "Are you sure it's the same shade of brown as my hair?"

Merritt looked at the box. The label said Ash Brown with Light Brown Highlights. He gave Daniel a thumbs-up.

Daniel quickly grabbed the box and pushed the Horsemen out of the bathroom. Closing the door, he went over to the sink and skimmed the instructions on the back of the box. Wanting to exterminate the white hair as soon as possible, Daniel quickly created the dye solution and applied it all over his hair.

10 minutes later, the other Horsemen heard Daniel scream, again.

"Danny, what's wrong now?" Henley asked.

"MY SCALP IS ON FIRE!" Daniel yelled. His scalp was tingly at first, and Daniel thought it was normal for hair dye. But when his scalp started to burn, he knew something was wrong.

Merritt also came into the bathroom, screaming, "DANIEL, YOU'RE ON FIRE?"

A few minutes later, Jack came running into the bathroom with the fire extinguisher. "Don't worry Daniel! I got it!" Jack yelled as he positioned the fire extinguisher at Daniel's head and sprayed.

"STOP JACK I'M NOT ACTUALLY –" Daniel began before the white stuff from the fire extinguisher got into his mouth.

When Jack finally stopped spraying the fire extinguisher he saw Daniel covered in white, like a snowman.

Daniel wiped his face with a nearby towel. He was honestly at a loss for words.

Henley took the fire extinguisher from Jack and said calmly, "Jack, Daniel's head wasn't actually on fire."

"I believe that Daniel probably left the hair dye on too long," Merritt suggested.

"But the box said to leave the hair dye in for 10 minutes," Daniel defended.

Merritt looked at the box and shook her head, "Nope. Danny, it says 9 minutes."

"That's ridiculous! What does one minute do? Who comes up with these numbers?" Daniel demanded.

Henley smiled, "At least your scalp is no longer on fire. And look, the color came out nicely."

Daniel went over to the mirror and looked at his head. Sure enough, he no longer felt a burning sensation. He used a towel to remove the white stuff from his hair, and found that the white hair was completely gone. Daniel ran a hand through his hair, fixing it to its usual position.

However, when he ran his hand through the back of his hair, he pulled some of his hair out.

Daniel gaped in horror and the tuffs of hair in his hands.

For the third time today, Daniel screamed.

Daniel had never once in his life screamed before today. He had also never gotten a white hair, never dyed his hair, and never suffered bald spots. Yet today, fate had decided to be very, very cruel.