Stargate SG-1 Ficlet: Thorny Problem
Title: Thorny Problem
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 522
Spoilers/Setting: Just before the end of Season Two.
Summary: Daniel has an unplanned encounter with some alien vegetation.
Written For: Challenge 435: Amnesty 72 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 418: Hair.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
Glaring at his reflection in the mirror, Daniel painstakingly unravelled bits if bramble-like twig from his hair. He’d already tried combing them out, only succeeding in pulling out half his hair in the process, but he couldn’t shower until he got rid of every last thorny bit, and it was taking forever.
The worst part was that it was his own fault. Jack had warned him to watch where he was stepping, the ground had been slick and muddy following a heavy shower, but Daniel had been more interested in the ruins he could see in the valley below them than in what was beneath his own feet. Which turned out to be a monumentally bad lapse of judgement.
Slipping and falling because of his own carelessness had been embarrassing enough, but skidding at high speed downslope on his butt, flying off the edge of the path, somehow somersaulting in midair, and plunging headfirst into a clump of the thorny native vegetation had been downright humiliating, especially since it had meant Jack and Teal’c had to pull him out. At least his glasses had protected his eyes, but his face and hands had gotten scratched to glory. To add insult to injury, Jack had found the whole thing hilarious, awarding him a score of five out of ten, telling him he needed to work on his landing.
“Need a hand there?”
Speak of the devil… Daniel closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, not wanting to endure more teasing. “I can manage.”
“You sure? There’re some twigs back here might give you some trouble since you don’t have eyes in the back of your head. Not that I know of.”
Fumbling though his hair, Daniel yelped as he impaled a finger on a particularly sharp thorn, and Jack sighed. “Y’know, Daniel, if I’d known you were so eager to try flying, I would’a given you lessons. All ya had to do was ask.”
Shoulders sagging, Daniel resigned himself to enduring another round of light-hearted mockery. “Really,” he said, tone flat as the proverbial pancake.
“Yeah, maybe not.” Fingers tugged at the back of Daniel’s hair, and a couple more pieces of twig were tossed into the bin. “Looks like you’re wearing those big curlers. You know, like the battleaxe housewives in the funnies.”
“I suspect those would be less painful.”
“Less thorny at least. Might have to cut some of these out.” Jack resumed tugging again.
“What?” Daniel froze, visions of Jack hacking at his hair filling his head.
“The twigs, not your hair; smaller pieces should come out easier.” Jack kept working for a few minutes. “Although shaving your hair off might be quicker.”
Staring into the mirror, Daniel met Jack’s eyes, and smiled faintly. “Not sure I could get away with the bald look. Unlike Teal’c, I don’t have the head for it.”
“Perhaps not,” Jack agreed, smirking slightly.
“Still, maybe it’s time for a haircut. Travelling off-world, my hair’s becoming a bit of a liability.”
“It’s an option,” Jack agreed. “And I happen to know a great barber if you need one.”
“Thanks, Jack. I’ll keep that I mind.”
The End
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 522
Spoilers/Setting: Just before the end of Season Two.
Summary: Daniel has an unplanned encounter with some alien vegetation.
Written For: Challenge 435: Amnesty 72 at fan_flashworks, using Challenge 418: Hair.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate SG-1, or the characters.
Glaring at his reflection in the mirror, Daniel painstakingly unravelled bits if bramble-like twig from his hair. He’d already tried combing them out, only succeeding in pulling out half his hair in the process, but he couldn’t shower until he got rid of every last thorny bit, and it was taking forever.
The worst part was that it was his own fault. Jack had warned him to watch where he was stepping, the ground had been slick and muddy following a heavy shower, but Daniel had been more interested in the ruins he could see in the valley below them than in what was beneath his own feet. Which turned out to be a monumentally bad lapse of judgement.
Slipping and falling because of his own carelessness had been embarrassing enough, but skidding at high speed downslope on his butt, flying off the edge of the path, somehow somersaulting in midair, and plunging headfirst into a clump of the thorny native vegetation had been downright humiliating, especially since it had meant Jack and Teal’c had to pull him out. At least his glasses had protected his eyes, but his face and hands had gotten scratched to glory. To add insult to injury, Jack had found the whole thing hilarious, awarding him a score of five out of ten, telling him he needed to work on his landing.
“Need a hand there?”
Speak of the devil… Daniel closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, not wanting to endure more teasing. “I can manage.”
“You sure? There’re some twigs back here might give you some trouble since you don’t have eyes in the back of your head. Not that I know of.”
Fumbling though his hair, Daniel yelped as he impaled a finger on a particularly sharp thorn, and Jack sighed. “Y’know, Daniel, if I’d known you were so eager to try flying, I would’a given you lessons. All ya had to do was ask.”
Shoulders sagging, Daniel resigned himself to enduring another round of light-hearted mockery. “Really,” he said, tone flat as the proverbial pancake.
“Yeah, maybe not.” Fingers tugged at the back of Daniel’s hair, and a couple more pieces of twig were tossed into the bin. “Looks like you’re wearing those big curlers. You know, like the battleaxe housewives in the funnies.”
“I suspect those would be less painful.”
“Less thorny at least. Might have to cut some of these out.” Jack resumed tugging again.
“What?” Daniel froze, visions of Jack hacking at his hair filling his head.
“The twigs, not your hair; smaller pieces should come out easier.” Jack kept working for a few minutes. “Although shaving your hair off might be quicker.”
Staring into the mirror, Daniel met Jack’s eyes, and smiled faintly. “Not sure I could get away with the bald look. Unlike Teal’c, I don’t have the head for it.”
“Perhaps not,” Jack agreed, smirking slightly.
“Still, maybe it’s time for a haircut. Travelling off-world, my hair’s becoming a bit of a liability.”
“It’s an option,” Jack agreed. “And I happen to know a great barber if you need one.”
“Thanks, Jack. I’ll keep that I mind.”
The End