(Ok. Here it is...the final chapter! YAY! Now, it all ties into the first part of the first chapter here, so re-read it if you'd like. You don't really need to though, you'll still understand.)

—Three Years Later—

"I'm scared, Russ..." 2D replied as he thought about the happenings within the last few hours.

"G' mornin'..." 2D smiled as he looked at the bassist beside him.

"Mornin'," he replied, not sounding as though he felt like it was particularly good.

"Are ya okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine. You good?"

"Oh yes...I'm perfect," the singer replied, snuggling up closer to Murdoc.

The bassist shut his eyes harshly and put his arms around him, holding him closer. He felt overwhelming pain all over his entire body. He'd been getting worse day after day for months by this time. The end was near and he knew it.

"Oi...I'm gonna go and piss, 'ang on," Murdoc suddenly stated as he got out of bed, letting D fall off of him.

"K."

Suddenly, an overwhelming wave of dizziness washed over him. SLAM!

"Oh God! Murdoc! Murdoc! Help! HELP! SOMEBODY! HE'S FAINTED! Oh God..." 2D shouted as he ran over to Murdoc's limp body.

Russel nodded as he watched the hopeless boy beside him. He was breaking, and he could see it each and every day. They all knew Murdoc was getting worse. They'd known it for quite some time now. None of them had expected it to be like this, though.

"Stewart Tusspot?" A nurse asked as she approached him.

"Yes?" He said as he jumped out of his seat, looking nervous as hell.

"He's conscious...we really don't want anyone going in there, but he said he'd hex me and my colleagues if you didn't go in there with him."

2D smiled and sort of laughed as he wiped a tear off of his face, "Ok. I'm comin'."

Russel gave him an encouraging look as he stroked Noodle's hair. She was lying on his lap, completely passed out.

2D nodded and followed the nurse to Murdoc's room.

"Oh..." he muttered as he entered the room. Murdoc looked a mess. He had these dark, dark circles under his eyes. Darker than normal. He looked so goddamn tired. Tired enough to fall asleep and never wake up.

"Hey there faceache. C'm on...sit..." he urged as he sat up a bit.

"I'll leave you two alone for a while, but I'll be back, okay?"

Murdoc nodded at the nurse, eager for her to leave. Once she was gone 2D got out of the chair beside the bed and wiggled in next to Muds in his bed, putting his arms around his chest.

"How do ya feel?"

"Like shite."

2D nodded, knowing he should laugh by the tone of Murdoc's voice, but he just couldn't. No, as a matter of fact, he did just the opposite.

Murdoc felt the singer's shoulders start to shake and he heard the classic sniffling. He was crying. No, he was sobbing.

"Hey, now...shhh, shhh...it's okay..."

"I don't want you to die! It should be me! You don't deserve this!"

"Oh, and fer wot reason do YOU deserve ta die more than me?"

"Becos..." 2D didn't even say anymore. He didn't have a reason, and he couldn't stop crying for long enough to spit out even a weak excuse. He just wanted to cry, and he wanted so badly to keep Murdoc alive. He hated it. That feeling...the feeling that you want something so bad and there's absolutely nothing you can do to get it. You get that sick, pulling feeling in your gut and you're entire body reacts right along with it. You feel pulled, but toward nothing.

"I don' want ta wake up with out ya by my side...I don' want ta find an empty pillow...I don' want ta have ta smell your scent all over the place knowing you'll never come back to freshen it up...God...I don' want ya ta be gone! I need you!"

Murdoc sighed and allowed the kid to cry, dying to cry himself. It was his life he was losing, and somehow he felt more concerned about 2D. How was he going to be without him? He hadn't been without him for years. Not since that day he'd hit him with his winnebago. No. Ever since then they'd been together, really. He couldn't leave him alone in the world...

"I have an idea..." He suddenly found himself saying.

"Wot...?" 2D questioned, lifting his head and sniffling incessantly.

"I've an idea. Lookit...you told me three years ago that you'd die wit me, right?"

"Oh yes...yes I did. I know. But...wot does that matter? I've already got the sick..."

"I know. So, yer gonna be dyin' soon anyway, right?"

"Yeah..." 2D wasn't really sure where he was going with all of this.

"So die with me."

"Wot?"

"Lookit...I was gonna off myself here later tonight anyway, so I stole some pills from one of the nurses."

2D stared at a rather decent sized pile of pills that Murdoc pulled out from under his pillow. They both looked at each other for a moment. This was it.

"You know, D...I have to tell ya sumfin' before it's too late..." Murdoc suddenly said.

"Wot?"

"I know I should've said this before, but...aw hell, I love you...I really do..."

2D smiled and kissed him deeply before pulling away.

"I know you do. And I love you too."

—Later—

"Oh...Oh shit..." the nurse gasped as she walked inside. She had been gone for longer than she'd intended and she was paying for it now.

"What is it?" Russel demanded as he shoved her aside. She had been taking him and Noodle into Murdoc's room to see him.

"Oh my God..." he whispered as Noodle started to cry desperately beside him.

It was an awful, yet...somewhat comforting sight. 2D and Murdoc were lying on the bed together, still. They were clearly dead. There were some pills laying around them, as well as some sick. Still...something made Russel feel like it wasn't so bad.

It really went by fast...they cleaned up the room and Russel took Noodle outside to the car. She was calm. She was quiet though, and it was starting to worry him.

"Are you okay there, girl?"

"Yeah. I'm just...I'm thinking, that's all."

"About what?"

"2D promised Murdoc he would die with him...and...he did."

"Yes, he did," Russel replied, looking at her sympathetically.

"That's love. It really is. And you know what? If the two of them could love each other that much...then, well...It gives me hope. It gives me lots and lots of hope."

Russel smiled lightly before putting his arm around her.

"Yes. And I believe their story will give millions of other's hope, too. I really do."

Noodle nodded before Russel turned the key in the ignition and drove off.

I want to talk tonight

Until the morning light

About how you saved my life.

-Oasis 'talk tonight'

(The End! Well, how did you like it? Please review! Thanks a lot for reading! By the way...I just happened to be listening to that song I quoted at the end and it seemed perfect for the ending of this story. Weird...)