Notes: I'm not coming back 'til the Saturday AFTER Christmas, so this is indeed quite late. But bare with me, okay?
Thanks to ScullySayer for the idea of camping. :) Unfortunately, her other idea of Teal'c getting dragged off by a large animal without anybody noticing, and then wolves howling in the distance wouldn't exactly work out right. And Teal'c giving Daniel his gift was also her idea. She gets the honorable mention of the day. :)
I also don't know why I like the idea of Teal'c bewilderment. :) IE - Bounce, Cultural Values of Bikinis, and something else I've been working on for a while [not posted yet.]
Merry Christmas. :)
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"Teal'c?" Daniel called from outside the other's door.
"I am here, DanielJackson. You may enter." came the reply from inside the room.
Daniel opened the door and crept inside, peeking his head in. "Whatcha watching?"
"'A Muppet Christmas Carol'. It is very... individual..."
"Yeah, that pretty much describes the Muppets." Daniel muttered, taking a place beside Teal'c, prepared for an hour of furry marionette-puppet offspring mutant things running across the screen.
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The next morning, Daniel hustled into the SGC, rubbing his hands and blowing on them and such, shivering like a madman. He grumbled and chucked his coat on his office chair, throwing his bag down on his desk just as Sam walked by.
"Uh, Daniel...?"
"What?" he asked, looking particularly pissed.
"Your hair."
"What about it?"
"It's kinda... frozen..."
Daniel picked at his hair which was frozen in clumps and grumbled a couple more sentences of inappropriate words. "No way."
"You might want to defrost it or something, 'cause we've got a meeting with Hammond in fifteen minutes."
"What?!"
"Yeah. D'you want some help?" Sam asked, watching Daniel try and blow on his hair. "You're not a blow-dryer..."
He shrugged. "It worked with my hands."
"They're quite far from your hair."
"Shuddap." The pair looked around the office, dumbfounded, searching for something to provide heat.
"The heater!" She yelled out in victory, grabbing Daniel's ear and dragging his down to sit on the floor beside her.
A quiet 'what the he--' was all Daniel managed to say as Sam shoved his hair under the heater.
"This way, you'll be all nice and fluffy-clean by the time the meeting rolls around..." she stood up, "Keep your head there. I'm just gonna go get a towel or something. I'll be *right* back!" and ran off.
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"Where were you?" demanded an exasperated archaeologist, head under a heater.
"The SF's in the showers weren't very happy about a mere astrophysicist stealing a towel." she replied, chucking a towel at Daniel.
"It smells funny in here..."
"Your office."
"Something's burning." Daniel said, sitting up, hair dripping.
"OHMIGOD!" Sam yelled, smothering Daniel's head with a towel just as the sprinklers went off.
"WHATTHEHELL?!"
"YOURHAIR'SONFIRE!"
"OHMIGOD!"
"AHHH!"
"MY HAIR!" he rolled on the floor, extinguishing the flame in the back of his head.
Sam stood on his desk and shut off the sprinkler. "We'd better make sure you didn't... burn your head or anything."
"You burnt my hair off, you monster!"
"You froze your hair. I proposed a solution--"
"You shoved my head under a heater!"
Siler burst into the door, armed with a fir extinguisher. "What the hell is going on in here?" he stopped dead at the sight of Daniel and stifled a laugh. "Doctor Jackson, nice hair. I hear it's all the rage."
"Sam set my hair on fire." he muttered back, glaring.
"Ma'am?"
Sam blushed. "I didn't know what would happen!"
"Well, they thought you guys were having a bonfire down here when the sprinklers went off. I take it the hair's what smells so bad?"
"Shuddap." Daniel muttered once again.
"I'm gonna have to file a report. Don't know how, but..."
Daniel glared at his boots. Sam grabbed his wrist and headed in the direction of the infirmary. "Thanks, Lieutenant! You have fun with that... report there, okay?"
Siler gave a casual-looking salute and headed off in his own direction.
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"Well, the good point is you didn't burn any skin." Janet said, peering at Daniel who was sitting on an infirmary bed, and Sam who was snickering silently behind him, leaning against a wall. "Bag side, you'll need a haircut."
"And I have a meeting in," he glanced at his watch. "Three minutes and fifty-two seconds."
Janet hustled away and came back with a pair of scissors. "What d'you want it to look like?"
"You're cutting my hair?!"
"Well, yeah."
"No way!"
"I can do it." Sam suggested.
"Okay, Janet. Go for it!" Daniel closed his eyes tightly, wincing.
"Crew cut?"
"Whatever. Just. Make it look good."
"I've always wondered what Daniel'd look like with a ceaser-thing." Sam suggested.
"'Ceaser-thing' it is!" Janet proclaimed, snipping away at Daniel's hair while Sam tied a towel around his shoulders. "Oops."
"Oops?!" Daniel demanded. "Why 'oops'?!"
"Never mind."
Daniel grumbled while Sam pointed out a spot Janet missed. A couple minutes later, Janet untied the towel and held a mirror out in front of Daniel. "As much as I hate to admit it..." he raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nice. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
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Daniel and Sam jogged down the hall to the briefing room, random members of SGC turning heads to compliment Daniel on his hair. The two jumped into their swivley chairs, Hammond, Jack and Teal'c blinking at the usually punctual scientists.
"Nice of you to join us, Major Carter, Doctor Jackson." Hammond nodded at them.
"Sorry we're late, sir." Sam apologized.
"Sam decided to set my hair on fire."
"I did not! How was I supposed to know it would burn?"
"You stuck my head under the heater!" the two feuded. Meanwhile, Jack was having fun listening to their dispute, shoulders rising with a laugh. Teal'c had raised a trademark eyebrow, fingers drumming against each other.
"What the hell happened to you, Daniel?!" Jack asked, chuckling.
"I'll explain later." he shot a glare at Carter, who stuck her tongue out at him.
"SG-1, calm down. I have important news." Hammond demanded, causing the four to shut up instantly. "Now. The Tok'ra have managed to find a new base."
"Nice." Jack stated.
"Yes. But they have some matters for you to attend to."
"But... after Christmas?"
"That's some of the bad news."
"There's more?" Daniel asked, already appalled at the idea of being off-world for Christmas.
"They're required a member of the Pentagon to join you."
"Damn." Daniel muttered.
"Anyone in particular?" Jack asked, the rest of the team all thinking of the same unfortunate joiner.
"I've taken up the matter with the Pentagon already. They've suggested Major Davis."
"Shit!"
"Colonel O'Neill! I know it's unfortunate, but watch your language."
"Sorry, sir."
"You mean, Major Davis is coming with us to the Tok'ra base?" Sam asked, climbing to the point of being pissed-off.
"Unfortunately, yes. I would have suggested otherwise but they insisted on him."
"Humbug." Teal'c and Daniel stayed silent, both looking equally mad.
"There's... more."
"What else can possibly go wrong?" Jack asked sarcastically.
"It's a four-day hike to the base."
"FOUR!?"
"Yes, four. Your escort will meet you half-way, but they have provided only directions for the first two days."
Daniel exhaled a breath he didn't' know he'd been keeping, Jack slammed his head against the desk, Sam sighed, and Teal'c sat motionless, observing the other three members of SG-1.
"When do we leave?" Jackson asked.
"Tomorrow."
"But it's the day before Christmas Eve Day!"
"Tok'ra know no Tau'ri celebrations." Teal'c pointed out.
"Well, they should."
Thanks to ScullySayer for the idea of camping. :) Unfortunately, her other idea of Teal'c getting dragged off by a large animal without anybody noticing, and then wolves howling in the distance wouldn't exactly work out right. And Teal'c giving Daniel his gift was also her idea. She gets the honorable mention of the day. :)
I also don't know why I like the idea of Teal'c bewilderment. :) IE - Bounce, Cultural Values of Bikinis, and something else I've been working on for a while [not posted yet.]
Merry Christmas. :)
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"Teal'c?" Daniel called from outside the other's door.
"I am here, DanielJackson. You may enter." came the reply from inside the room.
Daniel opened the door and crept inside, peeking his head in. "Whatcha watching?"
"'A Muppet Christmas Carol'. It is very... individual..."
"Yeah, that pretty much describes the Muppets." Daniel muttered, taking a place beside Teal'c, prepared for an hour of furry marionette-puppet offspring mutant things running across the screen.
----
The next morning, Daniel hustled into the SGC, rubbing his hands and blowing on them and such, shivering like a madman. He grumbled and chucked his coat on his office chair, throwing his bag down on his desk just as Sam walked by.
"Uh, Daniel...?"
"What?" he asked, looking particularly pissed.
"Your hair."
"What about it?"
"It's kinda... frozen..."
Daniel picked at his hair which was frozen in clumps and grumbled a couple more sentences of inappropriate words. "No way."
"You might want to defrost it or something, 'cause we've got a meeting with Hammond in fifteen minutes."
"What?!"
"Yeah. D'you want some help?" Sam asked, watching Daniel try and blow on his hair. "You're not a blow-dryer..."
He shrugged. "It worked with my hands."
"They're quite far from your hair."
"Shuddap." The pair looked around the office, dumbfounded, searching for something to provide heat.
"The heater!" She yelled out in victory, grabbing Daniel's ear and dragging his down to sit on the floor beside her.
A quiet 'what the he--' was all Daniel managed to say as Sam shoved his hair under the heater.
"This way, you'll be all nice and fluffy-clean by the time the meeting rolls around..." she stood up, "Keep your head there. I'm just gonna go get a towel or something. I'll be *right* back!" and ran off.
----
"Where were you?" demanded an exasperated archaeologist, head under a heater.
"The SF's in the showers weren't very happy about a mere astrophysicist stealing a towel." she replied, chucking a towel at Daniel.
"It smells funny in here..."
"Your office."
"Something's burning." Daniel said, sitting up, hair dripping.
"OHMIGOD!" Sam yelled, smothering Daniel's head with a towel just as the sprinklers went off.
"WHATTHEHELL?!"
"YOURHAIR'SONFIRE!"
"OHMIGOD!"
"AHHH!"
"MY HAIR!" he rolled on the floor, extinguishing the flame in the back of his head.
Sam stood on his desk and shut off the sprinkler. "We'd better make sure you didn't... burn your head or anything."
"You burnt my hair off, you monster!"
"You froze your hair. I proposed a solution--"
"You shoved my head under a heater!"
Siler burst into the door, armed with a fir extinguisher. "What the hell is going on in here?" he stopped dead at the sight of Daniel and stifled a laugh. "Doctor Jackson, nice hair. I hear it's all the rage."
"Sam set my hair on fire." he muttered back, glaring.
"Ma'am?"
Sam blushed. "I didn't know what would happen!"
"Well, they thought you guys were having a bonfire down here when the sprinklers went off. I take it the hair's what smells so bad?"
"Shuddap." Daniel muttered once again.
"I'm gonna have to file a report. Don't know how, but..."
Daniel glared at his boots. Sam grabbed his wrist and headed in the direction of the infirmary. "Thanks, Lieutenant! You have fun with that... report there, okay?"
Siler gave a casual-looking salute and headed off in his own direction.
----
"Well, the good point is you didn't burn any skin." Janet said, peering at Daniel who was sitting on an infirmary bed, and Sam who was snickering silently behind him, leaning against a wall. "Bag side, you'll need a haircut."
"And I have a meeting in," he glanced at his watch. "Three minutes and fifty-two seconds."
Janet hustled away and came back with a pair of scissors. "What d'you want it to look like?"
"You're cutting my hair?!"
"Well, yeah."
"No way!"
"I can do it." Sam suggested.
"Okay, Janet. Go for it!" Daniel closed his eyes tightly, wincing.
"Crew cut?"
"Whatever. Just. Make it look good."
"I've always wondered what Daniel'd look like with a ceaser-thing." Sam suggested.
"'Ceaser-thing' it is!" Janet proclaimed, snipping away at Daniel's hair while Sam tied a towel around his shoulders. "Oops."
"Oops?!" Daniel demanded. "Why 'oops'?!"
"Never mind."
Daniel grumbled while Sam pointed out a spot Janet missed. A couple minutes later, Janet untied the towel and held a mirror out in front of Daniel. "As much as I hate to admit it..." he raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Nice. Thanks."
"You're welcome."
----
Daniel and Sam jogged down the hall to the briefing room, random members of SGC turning heads to compliment Daniel on his hair. The two jumped into their swivley chairs, Hammond, Jack and Teal'c blinking at the usually punctual scientists.
"Nice of you to join us, Major Carter, Doctor Jackson." Hammond nodded at them.
"Sorry we're late, sir." Sam apologized.
"Sam decided to set my hair on fire."
"I did not! How was I supposed to know it would burn?"
"You stuck my head under the heater!" the two feuded. Meanwhile, Jack was having fun listening to their dispute, shoulders rising with a laugh. Teal'c had raised a trademark eyebrow, fingers drumming against each other.
"What the hell happened to you, Daniel?!" Jack asked, chuckling.
"I'll explain later." he shot a glare at Carter, who stuck her tongue out at him.
"SG-1, calm down. I have important news." Hammond demanded, causing the four to shut up instantly. "Now. The Tok'ra have managed to find a new base."
"Nice." Jack stated.
"Yes. But they have some matters for you to attend to."
"But... after Christmas?"
"That's some of the bad news."
"There's more?" Daniel asked, already appalled at the idea of being off-world for Christmas.
"They're required a member of the Pentagon to join you."
"Damn." Daniel muttered.
"Anyone in particular?" Jack asked, the rest of the team all thinking of the same unfortunate joiner.
"I've taken up the matter with the Pentagon already. They've suggested Major Davis."
"Shit!"
"Colonel O'Neill! I know it's unfortunate, but watch your language."
"Sorry, sir."
"You mean, Major Davis is coming with us to the Tok'ra base?" Sam asked, climbing to the point of being pissed-off.
"Unfortunately, yes. I would have suggested otherwise but they insisted on him."
"Humbug." Teal'c and Daniel stayed silent, both looking equally mad.
"There's... more."
"What else can possibly go wrong?" Jack asked sarcastically.
"It's a four-day hike to the base."
"FOUR!?"
"Yes, four. Your escort will meet you half-way, but they have provided only directions for the first two days."
Daniel exhaled a breath he didn't' know he'd been keeping, Jack slammed his head against the desk, Sam sighed, and Teal'c sat motionless, observing the other three members of SG-1.
"When do we leave?" Jackson asked.
"Tomorrow."
"But it's the day before Christmas Eve Day!"
"Tok'ra know no Tau'ri celebrations." Teal'c pointed out.
"Well, they should."