a/n: I'm still stuck in the unhappy/blissful land of fluff. Fluffy things float through my head... tee-hee. Right-oh, and not I'm going ot attempt to put it into words. Actually, no, I'm going to mess around with an interesting little concept that came to me while half asleep in the bath (note: I did not meet my death and drown, don't get your hopes up, yet) Right, anyway, this idea was this threat that I've heard is used by a friendo n her friends. It's the "If you die I shall ressurrect you and kill you again. This scene/whatever is at that part in The Search for Spock where McCoy is told by Kirk that he is suffering from a Vulcan mindmeld, what could be going through his head. On another note it's short and bad, but it'swhat is floating through my head... I think I'll write a sequel, comparing Spock to a puppy. Don't ask, but it'll come.

Right, here I go.

He did what? That crazy, pointy-earred, green-blooded, hobgolblin wannabe planted his soul in my head. What for? What the hell was he thinking? I wouldn't notice it, I never notice things in my head. Ooh, if I can find a way I'm gonna bring that bastard back to life and give him a tongue lashing. And this damn thing in my head back. The nerve of him, getting me arrested. That had to be him, I'm stupid, but I'm not that stupid.

I'll get him back. I just don't know how yet.