Fashion Police, by Giesbrecht (G)

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Rec Category: Sam and Daniel friendship

Pairing: none
Categories: Sam and Daniel friendship, Samantha Carter, Daniel Jackson, gen, humor, episode related
Warnings: none
Author on LJ: scionofgrace
Author's Website: Giesbrecht at FF.net
Link: Fashion Police

Why This Must Be Read: This charming little fic shows the fun side of Sam and Daniel's friendship, as we get to watch Daniel good-humoredly accept Sam's fussing over his appearance over the course of three seasons. From the first time she takes a comb to his hair in the opening scenes of Politics, to his teasing about her short haircut in S4, there's a strong current of humor and an even stronger undercurrent of affection that runs throughout the story. Even when the fic veers into more serious territory – when Sam and Daniel discuss the bizarre haircut that Hathor inflicted upon him, in that nebulous three weeks that none of them can remember – Sam manages to salvage the situation with some gel and some determined restyling of her own.

This one is light and fluffy and the final line will make you giggle. Read it now, and save it for another occasion when you're in the need for a smile.

Sam dragged him to her office, where she produced from one of those myriad little drawers where she kept odds and ends like the debris of a science-fiction movie a little bottle of gel and a comb. At the sight of them, Daniel gave up. He sat quietly while Sam combed his hair about thirty different ways before putting the gel in and finishing off with her hands. Then she stood back and smiled.

“There,” she said. “Much better.”

Daniel gave her a skeptical look.

But then Sam produced a mirror. “See for yourself.”

Daniel turned his head left and right, inspecting Sam’s handiwork as well has he might in a little hand-mirror. He wasn’t entirely sure what to say. It looked different; how a cut that short could look different with any amount of ministration he had no clue, but it was different and suited him better. The last few days had been a weird experience, greeting a total stranger in his bathroom mirror. For the first time, he actually liked what he saw.

“Wow.”

“Like it?” said Sam, grinning.

“Uh, yeah. Yes, actually.” He marvelled at the wonders of women who could do such astonishing things with a piece of plastic and a concoction of unpronouncable chemicals. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The rest of that day, Daniel got three seperate compliments from various female staff. It was a completely new experience, and the last one led to a foolish grin that got him a few good jibes from Jack. Daniel didn’t care. He merely shrugged, and made a mental note to leave chocolate in Sam’s office when she wasn’t looking. Though he never gave her the satisfaction of knowing that the next few mornings, after a shower, he spent a good twenty or thirty minutes trying to figure out exactly what she’d done to make his hair look like that.