AN: The character's are Tamora Pierce's, the song is Brian Wilson by Barenaked Ladies. This is just a one shot songfic to relieve writers block. You should all read my main story: Feelings. It's a Kel/Dom fic...it's not bad, if I do say so myself.

Dom lay in his bed, thinking about a certain brown-haired girl. Waltzing through his mind daily, he still didn't want to admit his feelings. Besides, it's not like she returned his intrest.

Drove downtown in the rain,

nine-thirty on a tuesday night

just to check out the last night record shop

call it impulsive, call is compulsive, call it insane;

but when I'm surrounded,

I just can't stop

Dom supposed he could blame Raoul for introducing them, or he could blame Neal for being best friends with her. He could even blame Cleon for getting to her first, but it was his own damn fault none the less. He had fallen in love with the Lady Knight.

It's a matter of instince

It a matter of conditioning

It's a matter of fact

You can call me Paolov's dog

Ring a bell and I'll salivate--

How'd you like that?

Dr. Landing tell me you're not just a pedagogue

'Cause right now I'm

Lying in bed, just like Brian Wilson did,

Well, I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did.

Dom couldn't remember when it had happened. When he stopped seeing Kel the squire and was Kel the woman. When he had actually noticed the flirting. He smiled now, remembering how Cleon had bristled when he talked to Kel.

So I'm lying here,

Just staring at the celining tiles,

and I'm thinking about what to think about

Just listening and relistening to Smiley Smile

and I'm wondering if this is some kind of createive drought

because I'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did,

Well, I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did.

Kel was too good for Cleon. He would only break her heart. Didn't Kell see thatnothing could happen between them? That Cleon would have to marry a noble lady? Now, Dom was free to marry who he liked, not that he enteretained such thoughts now. But when the time came...

And if you want to find me I'll be out in the sandbox,

wondering where the hell all the love has gone

Just playing my giurat and building castles in the sun

And singing "Fun, Fun, Fun"

Lying in bed, just like Brian Wilson did,

Well, I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wildson did

Damn it. Why did he start caring now? It hadn't bother him before when he flirted with other ladies. Now he worried that Kel would see him. No, he wanted to show her that he didn't care. But he did.

I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds

and though i was very heavy

I floated 'till I couldn't see the ground

I floated 'till I couldn't see the ground

Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground

Somebody help me, I couldn't see the ground

Somebody help me because I'm

Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

Well, I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did

"Dom, I love you," Kel said, holding his hands. Dom stared at her in shock. He leaned in to kiss her and --POOF! she disappeared. DOm woke up swearing into his pillow. HE had started having these dreams about Kel. He shook his head to clear it and got up for the day. Another sleepless night dure to the Lady Knight. He would have to talke to her sood if he wanted to sleep.

Drove downtown in the rain

Nine-thirty on a tuesday night

Just to check out the late night record shop

Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane;

But when I'm surrounded,

I just can't stop.