A feeling of needles poking at your heart

And the accomplishment of broken art

That's how you know you've gone numb

Never let yourself cry till the deed is done.

A shattering feeling hit 2D's heart as the truth began to billow forward, all his faith and trust had dried up like a summer well. Stuart had never been so hurt in his entire life, not even with Paula, or when he thought Noodle was really dead. His girlfriend of 2 years, had finally released the awful truth that for 6 months she'd been behind his back, shagging someone else.

Tears streamed from his face as she broke his heart, and acted like he was the bad guy. The ring that she wore on her finger as a one year anniversary present was thrown back in his face before she shoved him through the door. She slammed the cold wood in his face, and his fist pounded on it endlessly, as he spit words of hatred and terror about the mistake she'd made and how he'd never forgive her.

Stay strong and never allow yourself to forget

Because forgetting the past you'll never regret

Look high ahead with joy and pride,

Soon enough everyone will be on your side.

'D stumbled endlessly and disorientated for hours, wondering the streets and back alley's with no where to go. He'd moved in with his girlfriend/-EX-girlfriend no less than 8 months ago. He didn't have any money, working at his fathers fair grounds didn't make him much money, and he was really starting to regret breaking up the band again.

Not that there was much left to break up, he hadn't seen nor heard of Russ or Noodle in years, and Murdoc remained on plastic beach with his cyborg. After the release of The Fall, Murdoc decided he'd had enough of running the most of half his Band, and he kicked 2D off the beach. He'd gone home, reclaimed his job and stayed in a beat up old flat till he met Candi and moved in with her a little after a year of dating.

Force out a smile and you may later cry

You'll see happiness in your own eye.

Have a happy soul and never take blame

But always know, pain had you in aim.

After crying and wondering with no target for a few hours, Stuart grew weary and tired. Unable to even stumble to a pay phone and call someone, he collapsed in a pile of garbage bags and shivered in response. Tears still haunted his eyes, but they were hollow. He no longer felt motion from them, no longer shriveled his face, or even make the little sounds of sobs.

Heart broken though he may be, couldn't shed tears for someone who broke his heart in such a way. Although the tears kept falling, he refused to feel sorrow. So he became a shell, an empty shivering and dizzy shell that lay in a back alley with nowhere to go. He couldn't stand if he tried, his legs were weak, and his arms couldn't lift a pebble, so he curled up in a ball, and shivered till he faded away.

Be strong and pray for your hero to arrive,

They shall come, to make you thrive.

May they love you to heart swell,

Make haste and on the past don't dwell.

When 2D awoke the next morning, he wasn't in the company of homeless men in the street. He was in a bed, a large bed being hugged by deep green blankets. Nothing smelled of garbage or old cigarettes, instead it smelled of lavender and vanilla. Instead of the numbing garbage bag bed he'd fallen asleep in, he'd woken up in a beautiful and expensive looking hotel.

He pushed the covers off himself and revealed his clothing from yesterday. He stepped out of the bedroom and into the main room of the hotel suit. Sitting at a lengthy table with his back turned to Stu, was a familiar man, wearing a long sleeved black sweater, he had black hair that was formed in a bit of a bowl cut. 2D gasped, it felt to good to be true.

As the tears of joy begin to form

And you feel your heart become warm

Be free to embrace your savior

And forget about your past traitor.

Stuart ran to the tall older man, and threw his arms around his neck without thinking. "Muds!" He shouted in joy, forgetting completely who he was dealing with. Surprisingly, Murdoc Niccals, the man normally so abusive, merely chuckled at the younger man, and grazed his arm with his own hand. The closest Murdoc would get to actually hugging him.

"Ey, Face ache, Finally 'wake?" Murdoc chuckled a bit more and saw the bluenette blush. They were silent for a moment just staring at each other with smiles. Than Murdoc's face fell serious and he narrowed his eyes at his once singer. "Wot teh hell was yew doin' sleepin' in an alley?" He didn't shout but you could hear anger in his voice. 'D's face fell.

Despite how haunting the past may be

Keep eyes open and you will see

That the future can be just a bright

When your savior shows you the light.

"I don' care if teh broad broke ya legs. Yew could'a called meh." He said it as a demand, but it came out as an offer. "I fought yew was still at that broken piece 'a plastic." He confessed with a sheepish smile. They talked for a bit longer, reminiscing about Demon days and the good times at Plastic beach. What they'd both been up to during the split.

Within half on hour of conversation, 2D's intrigued stare, turned to an adoring gaze. And secretly Murdoc could see it, and for a moment, wanted to pounce the younger man. Finally the Topic of Murdoc's return came up, and the truth started to spill. "I wan'ed to bring yew back mate, get teh band goin' one more time." 2D's face lit up, pure joy ran across his face.

Intimacy is a gift that you must choose to give

Once given it can open a life you'll want to live.

But once down the road you can not turn back

So choose wisely when to enter the sac.

Murdoc told him to take a shower and they'd discuss it over lunch, his treat of course, Murdoc was 'classy' like that. 2D nodded and practically skipped to the bathroom that was back through the bedroom. From the main room Murdoc could hear the shower turn on and run. He heard a yelp, and shot towards the door, wondering what could be wrong with his singer.

"Ey, Yew alrigh' in 'ere 'D?" there was a hesistant pause and the shower dimmed a little, "Yeah, the woters jus' a little hot, 'at's all." he replied before stepping into the shower, Murdoc chuckled a little at the foolish singer, and how simple he could be. He idled him really, for being able to take any bad situation and make it disappear.

Keep the prize close to you

Let it go, when another is untrue

No matter the worsen past of your Cherub

Forget what it once was, look forward, and let up

For those 2 years or so, Murdoc hadn't been dry, but he rarely got to the drunk blackout stage he had in the past. He hadn't had one of the disgusting whores in bed unless he was absolutely desperate, and he rarely enjoyed it. Murdoc had changed drastically, all because he was sick of being alone on the plastic beach without his best mate.

He'd long since gotten rid of the whale, and even worked on getting some people to fix it up a bit. No one dared step foot on the rotting chunk of garbage, so he and cyborg started on the repairs. Through the silence of Murdoc's thoughts and the shower, a voice rang out. "Murdoc, I can' reach a spot on me back, can yew help?" A smile found it's way to Murdoc's lip, he'd changed for a reason, that reason was 2D.

You've grown tired of my childish rhymes

So enjoy my tale of passionate crimes

I'm keeping it T rated for now

But I'll soon change it, and take my bow.

Murdoc stepped through the frame of the bathroom door, and set eyes upon a blushing 2D holding a wash rag. Water was running down his thin frame across every inch of his body, as he gave little effort to cover himself. Murdoc took a sly almost glide like movement forward, and took the rag in his hand, he rolled up his sleeves and reached over, pulling 2D back a little.

He held him steady with one hand, laying it gently on the flat of his back, in-between his shoulder blades. With the other hand, he ran the rag slowly down the singers back, and up again. He could feel the vocalist shiver, and whether it be from the exposure to the cold air, or the way Murdoc was caressing his back, he didn't care. He felt comfortable, and safe, he felt happy.

The satanic older man leaned forward and placed his lips directly next to 2D's ear. "Wot would yew 'ave done, if I hadn' found yew?" The whisper was seductive and he didn't even mind that being pressed to the singer like this was getting him soaking wet. Another chill ran up 'D's spine, and Murdoc felt it, pressing tighter to him in the process.

"W-wot'r yew doing Murdoc?" he asked as he pretended not to enjoy every touch. Murdoc smiled and ran his hand up the singers arm and down his back, slowly and gently. The younger man turned his head to face him, getting ready to lean over. The phone from the bedroom being to ring, and they stopped for a moment, opening their eyes and wondering if they should even bother to answer it.

Murdoc pulled back with sorry eyes, and stepped out of the shower, and toward the phone, the rag still in his hand. "Wot?" He answered slightly upset but still in a calm manner. The voice on the other end sounded a little shaky, obvious he'd just pissed off one of his guests. The shower shut off in the background, and 2D stepped out with a towel around his waist, hair dripping on the carpet.

"Yea, I made teh bloody reservation, wot teh hell do yew mean, of course it was me!" By now Murdoc was getting pissed, the man at the front desk was asking about the dinner reservations he'd made, and Murdoc was willing to bet anything that the bloke was suspecting identity theft or something. Honestly couldn't a man walk into a hotel and get a very nice room, than carry in a sleeping man half his age?

He slammed the phone down, and spun around to face the slightly frightened keyboardist standing by the door in a towel. The older mans face lightened slightly as he noticed the fear in the other. "Sorry, didn't mean to frighten you." he said it gently and sweetly, which only had 2D taken back. Murdoc was never this sweet, never this caring, and certainly never apologized.

He didn't say anything, just stared with his mouth slightly a gap, eyes wide with confusion. Murdoc stared back for a moment, holding the sympathetic smile and gently glance. He switched his view to the clock on the bed side table. It was nearly 4 in the afternoon. "Get dressed 'D, we've got some things to do." 2D felt a little nervous but walked into the bathroom to get his clothes.

He didn't bother to close the door, Murdoc had already been in the shower with him, And it was the weirdest shower he'd ever taken. Was Muds trying to be seductive? Was he enjoying Muds possibly trying to be seductive? Did he really almost kiss him. Forget almost, because at that moment, Murdoc wrapped an arm around his waist, pulled his over, and kissed his cheek. And without a word walked out closing the bathroom door behind him. 2D stared back in confusion, this wasn't the Murdoc Niccals he remembered, it's been a long two years.

So scoop up my broken heart,

And mend my ruined love

Loving you is on my part

But my trust we won't speak of.