A/N: This is my first fic people, so be patient. And PLEASE REVIEW. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Disclaimer: ABBY IS MINE! (The cadet) STEAL HER AND DIE! All the others (in this chapter at least) are someone else's, much as I may wish it different.
A redheaded cadet flounced into his office, making the formidable colonel growl. It's that one, he couldn't stop himself from thinking. Today was not going his way, and the colonel definitely didn't need a lecture on wormhole physics or some other crap from this cadet to top it off.
"Requesting permission for shore leave, sir," the blonde girl saluted crisply.
The colonel blinked. Hadn't her hair just been red? He pushed the thought out of his mind. He couldn't care less about her hair color, up to and including the point where it turned purple with pink stripes, green polka dots, and burst into flames the size of Calcutta.
"Sir? Colonel?" The girl was clearly worried by his lack of response. "Shore leave? Requesting permission?"
"Cadet!" the colonel barked suddenly, causing the cadet to jump, her raven black hair bouncing around her waist, in defiance of clear regulations. This made the colonel blink again, then resolve to put it out of his mind. He continued with his tirade. "Shore leave, girl? SHORE LEAVE! We're not on the Pro-, I mean a ship, cadet! Can't you just ask for leave, regular leave, like the rest of the sentient galaxy?"
As the brunette's eyes widened in shock, amazement, and delight, the grizzled colonel was mentally cursing himself. He'd gotten her started. He'd mentioned alien life.
"I knew I could bring you around!" the cadet was saying excitedly. She wilted under her CO's glare, though. "Sir," she continued, back to formality, as she remembered the rank and authority of the person behind the desk, "Requesting permission for…leave…sir."
"Permission granted, on one condition. That you get out of my office right now."
"Oh, thank you, sir! I could just kiss you!"
"I'd rather not, " the man said, suddenly nervous, "just get your blue head out of my office, that'll be enough for me."
"Oh, it's blue now?" the cadet sounded somewhat puzzled. "It's never done that before. Strange." And with that, the girl, still with a confused look on her face, got her blue head out of his office.
The colonel breathed a sigh of relief when she was gone. A whole visit, and no mention of wormholes or those Goa'uld freaks she was saying kept trying to take over the galaxy. The efforts that were only stopped by one Colonel Jack O'Neill.
That made the colonel very proud. Looking over at a plaque on his wall, he noticed it was made out to a Colonel Jack O'Neill. And the man hadn't stolen it.
Colonel Jack O'Neill leaned back in his chair with a smile. Crazy hair or no, they needed more cadets like that girl.