A/N: This little one shot just popped into my head while trying to write chapter 2. I just thought it was hilarious (I swear I was not on anything, unless they spiked the water fountain in my dorm). I'm posting because I just thought it displayed a bit of Mel's happy-go-lucky attitude—and to post because I haven't posted in such a long time! Sorry! Instead of giving y'all the excuses why, I'm just going to thank some people. HarryPotterAddict2 for my first ever review and PadfootCc for being the first person to put me in her favorites. You guys keep me writing! For every one else, I've noticed that I've had 143 hits on my story so far and yet only 1 review. C'mon people! Review! Let me know you care!

(Oh, and by the way, song for this little one-shot is "Because I got high" by Afroman. You can listen to the playlist for this story on .com/14395474699. )


"They're not some shinny goddamn piece of toy, Mel! Fuck, you can't just run around thinking nothing is going to happen to you! One of these shit-assed days they're going to catch you, kill you, and I'm not going to be there to save you!" he finished, his chest heaving.

"Oh, no. Whatever am I going to do without a big, strong man to protect me. I might as well shoot my self to save everyone the trouble," she responded sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

"This is not some big joke! You ca—"

"Really, this is not a joke? I never would have guessed! But seriously, Derek, can you image what a person baked beyond belief would do when they would run into one of those tin cans?"

"Mel! I'm—"

"He'd be all be like, 'Duude'," she continued in a druggie voice, "'do you see that? Soo shinny. I can see my self.'"

"Mel!"

"And the tin can would be like, 'State you name!'," she imitated a terminator's low, mechanical voice.

"Mel," Derek said again, but this time with a little laughter behind his warning.

"The guy would be like, 'Maan, did you hear that? It can talk! So cool. I wonder if can get me some food like Rosie from the Jetsons. HELLO! CAN YOU GET ME SOME CHEETOS, DUDE? Because I have a serious case of the munchies.' And then the metal would just—"

"You know, I just hate you sometimes," Derek laughed.

Pulling him close, she replied , "No, you don't. You love me. You'd go crazy without me."

"Probably," Derek replied, leaning in for a kiss, smiling as he did so.

Derek jerked awake, falling off the Connor's couch. Cameron, who happened to be walking by on her nightly patrol, stopped and looked at him.

"Is everything all right?"

"Why do care?" he answered venomously, trying to get up. When she just continued to stare at him for an answer, he sighed and said, "No, it's just a nightmare, keep walking."

As she did, he settled back into couch, trying to get comfortable again.

"Just a nightmare," he whispered.