This is my first 2nu fan fic on so Its gonna be a little janky till I get used to writing on here as opposed to on Wattpad.

Murdoc's return was expected of course. But never this soon.

2D was of course nervous in the back of the car as his foot tapped and his leg bounced. Noodle ran her fingers over each other a little uncertain for herself as to why she felt nervous. But she stayed in the front seat beside Russell anyways. Her eyes casually looking in the rear view mirror making eye contact with 2D. Internally she knew why she kept staring at the blue haired singer, and yet she refused to admit it to herself. The truth was she was fearful on his behalf, knowing what very well may happen when 2D sees Murdoc again. For one thing, he may be excited to see him, but how long till he gets beaten and she would be the one to clean the blood from Stu's hair and have to help Stu pick up the pieces? And she remembered full well how it felt when she did it the first time. She hadn't truly been around since El Manana. Not really been there. All except for once up on Melancholy Hill, only for mere seconds before being thrown and washed away from her band. Maybe she saw Murdoc for a split second, maybe she was with Russell for a few days...but 2D was another subject.

"Just keep track of the parachute love, you 'ave to git it before Jimmy Manson does..."

She remembers it vividly, 2D kissing her forehead as he had done a thousand times before. She would chuckle and retort with

"Wouldnt want some smelly older fart replacing me thats for sure."

She really missed the kisses on her forehead. That dialouge was the last she had with him for eleven years till he was helping her with unloading herself from the fed ex crate all over again.

Just like old times...

2D's focus had not been towards nostalgic times however. His mind raced more so with the now. The now being that he released an entire album about the man he was going to be seeing again. 2D knew full well that change was obvious. What that change was, he had no idea. He just hoped it would revolve around Murdoc being a better and changed man. However this was in his heart fully known to be unrealistic. But with a sprinkle of denial thrown in a final time as Russell parked the car, he felt as ill prepared as ever.

Weeks past. Murdoc had been drinking, Noodle was clubbing till two am per usual, Russell was sleeping more then normal and 2D was on edge. He had agreed to go with Noodle in the following days to escort Ace to the airport to the states where they would exchange contacts and disperse from their American friend. Untill then, today 2D was focused on his writing.

His pen was put to paper. It was another journal entry detailing his thoughts of the previous month with Murdoc. He let his mind run blank as he drew figures of himself skating about trying to avoid eggshells. The way he felt on edge was not at all inaccurate. The sensation of fear was heightened hearing the creaking of wood flooring as his door was opened. The culprit not being as expected.

"Noodle...ye almost scare't me..."

No reply came out of her really except for a soft sorry. The two just stood and stared waiting for the other to pipe up. 2D soon figured why fairly quickly. Her eyes where aiming at his sketchbook. Reading upside down and analyzing each doodle he made. Most of course being stick figures of himself and Murdoc. Some of him dancing with Noodle. Noodle being drawn to be as she was in her Strobelight outfit.

Noodle was home that morning from another all nighter with someone who paid for drinks and stayed kind to her. Her dress slightly messed with, it being black and short and the one she wore under her blue fur coat she left at home. She carried her shoes between her curled fingers. Her make up was completely smudged from the rough night she'd had, but to 2D she was somehow angellic all around. He rather enjoyed that image of her soft smile and messy hair, lipstick smudged but not ruined beyond comprehension. What sickened him was the thought that someone else did this all to her and not him. Regardless, he just cleared his throat and tiredly motioned her to come in.

She sat on his bed. Despite feeling sore. She found herself comfy. "I just wanted to say that Mud burried himself in his booze again. But it seems...extra more so then normal. I just wanted to warn you in advance." she said. 2D nodded not looking up from his paper. He almost didnt hear the bed creaking as she came to him from behind and pressed her body from behind him and looked at his journal. "Working on a song?" she asked, but she saw that really he had made a drawing of her. What 2D called a boring sketch, she saw her own features well highlighted in the drawing. It was her with her spikey hair branching every which way as she danced by 2D's side. Noodle with her smiling at D and him returning the grin. And immediately she caught herself smiling back at the image.

The solitude was interrupted by shattering glass and yelling for 2D.

Murdoc was fiddling with beer bottles. Empty ones. "Bring me another case from the fridge will ya?" he asked. D nodded and obliged. "Its the least you could do considering your in your fuckin room all day.Murdoc uttered. 2D shrugged it off putting a beer case on the table before walking off. Mentally he accepted thanks he was not given.

"Wait..."

2D's back arched and he slowly turned expecting a bottle to be smashed over his head.

"I was wondering what ya do all day in there." Murdoc questioned.

"Well I...draw and sleep...look at porn, yknow like anyone else would," Murdoc burst into drunken laughter at the response before fiddling with his hair. He motioned for D to come closer which he obliged.

And then the bottle smashed over his head.

D didnt wake up till he felt Noodle picking him up. He made subtle eye contact and grinned a little at her as though she were a mother helping her child to walk. For a split second feeling comfy till he noticed shards of glass embedded in his skin, making him almost scream. Noodle shushed him despite the tears in her eyes. Stu's vision was blurry, but he could see her dress was gone and she was wearing a shirt of his to keep comfy. He could only hope he wasnt soaking her with blood now.