It was late and Murdoc was out wondering the streets. He held half a cigarette in one hand, and a cheep beer in the other. It had been a relatively uneventful day and Murdoc was in a somewhat depressed state of mind at the moment. Seating himself on a closed dumpster he tested the air. "To misery." he said drearily before taking a drink.

Just as he was about to doze off, someone came stumbling and crashing down the formerly quiet street. "Who the bloody hell," he mumbled to himself as he peered down the road. Expecting some old drunk, Murdoc stood up ready to chase the brute off. Instead, Murdoc found himself suddenly supporting a young girl, probably around Noodle's age. The girl was obviously drunk, no, wasted.

She had short, uneven brown hair and soft skin. Her eyes were squinted so the color wasn't clear, especially in the dim light of a nearby street lamp. She only stood as high as Murdoc's chin, but her legs were a bit longer. The girl was almost unbelievably shapely and Murdoc was feeling lucky. Just when he was about to say something, the girl passed out in his arms. Murdoc could now see a series of cuts and bruises on her back (she was wearing an open-back tank top. Either she got roughed up, or she just fell down a lot from being drunk. Either way, Murdoc was now carrying her back to "his place", he was hoping the rest of the band wouldn't notice.

. . .

Murdoc entered the room, to his great disappointment the whole band was sitting around watching television. As soon as they saw him come in carrying the girl, they knew what he had in mind. Murdoc jumped when Noodle stood and started protesting. 2D just curled up in fear and Russel, who was now back to normal size, just shook his head.

"You can't just take advantage of girls all the time." Noodle yelled.

"Actually luv, I can," Murdoc hissed. "and since when did you start caring anyways." At this, the Japanese guitarist scowled at Murdoc and sat down.

"You know, uh, she's kinda, um, right?" 2D said without looking up.

"Oh, shut up." Murdoc responded. 2D was the last person he was going to listen to.

The band members argued for a while, though it was mostly just Noodle yelling at Murdoc. The girl only woke up once, but only for a minute and she did not say anything. After what seemed like hours of arguing, Murdoc finally gave in when Russel decided to "intervene". It was decided that the girl would sleep on the couch for the night.

. . .

2D was watching the television with the sound low, everyone else had turned in for the night. He was sitting on the floor because the couch was already taken. He thought it best to stay here. Mostly to keep Murdoc from trying anything, but partly because he had noticed an instrument strapped to her back and he wanted to ask her about it. 2D looked back at the girl, she was curled up with her knees to her chest and looked surprisingly well for how much she had been drinking. 2D stared for a while, almost not noticing when the girl's eyes opened.

"Oh, ello dear, er uh, miss." 2D said, blushing. The girl looked at him before finally understanding.

"He la. Je suis ou?" The girl responded. After a minute she said. "Guten tag?" She waited again. "Ni hao?" She once again waited. "Kon ni chi wa?"

"Noodle!" 2D called. Noodle came into the room rubbing her eyes.

"What is it, 2D?" She asked tiredly.

"Our guest is awake and I think she speaks Japanese." 2D said excitedly.

Noodle walked over and asked, "Eigo ga hanasemasuka?"

"Iie." the girl replied. 2D watched as the two had a conversation in a language he didn't understand.

After a bit, Noodle remembered to translate for 2D. "She says she doesn't speak English."

"Go on." 2D said anxiously.

"Nan desuka?" The girl asked Noodle. The two got back to talking. The conversation dragged on forever for 2D, maybe he'd learn Japanese someday.

"She says she's probably from Mexico, accidentally went to France and grew up there, she has no given name, and she can play basically any instrument with strings." Noodle said shortly.

"Probably from Mexico?" 2D asked.

"Yeah, that's where she first remembers being." Noodle responded.

"And she doesn't have a name?" 2D was a bit disappointed that the girl didn't speak English. He was really looking forward to talking to the girl himself, he never really considered that she wouldn't speak English. Why did she know Japanese , but not English? Then, a thought came to his head. "Ask her if she wants to join the band."

"What?" Noodle exclaimed.

"Yeah, ask her if she wants to join the band. We could use some new talent and we already know she can play an instrument. Ask her." 2D said confidently.

"Are you sure? I mean, she's just some girl Murdoc was going to, um, 'court'." Noodle

said uneasily. Though the truth was, she wanted this girl in the band.

"Noodle," 2D started. "I'm sure."

"Okay, but you're responsible for her. Remember that when Murdoc finds out." Noodle said smiling.

. . .

"Breakfast,"

"Breakfast."

"Good. Spoon."

"Spoon."

"Bloody Hell, 2D. She's French, not disabled. Stop with the child stuff. Aye, dollface," Murdoc said addressing the nameless girl. "Say Hail Satan."

The girl giggled and looked at 2D in confusion. "He is," she twirled her finger beside her head, signing crazy. "no?"

2D smiled in delightedness at how quick she was learning. Murdoc, on the other hand, was glaring at the two. "That's it, I'm taking dollface here under my wing for the day."

"Oh, but you can't." Noodle said. "You see, she's still nursing a dreadful hangover, Murdoc." The girl made a point of holding her head dramatically. "See."

"To bad, I found her first. Besides, as the leader of this band I decide what my band member do. Now that dollface is apparently part of this band, I officially declare custody over her for the day." Murdoc declared. "Come on, dollface."

The French girl got up and started following Murdoc. "Do not worry, 2D, Noodle, Russel. I will be fine, no?" She smiled before walking out the door with Murdoc.

"Poor girl don't know who she's deal'n with." Russel said after they were gone.

"What do you want to name her?" Noodle chimed in.

2D looked down. "We could do what we did for you and name her the only English word she knew."

"And what would that be?" Noodle asked.

"Seven." 2D chuckled. "Yeah, maybe not."

"Well, it's not the worst name ever. We'll think about it." Noodle said, grinning widely.

. . .

"So, I hear you don't have a name, dollface." Murdoc said, breaking the silence.

"Yes." The girl answered.

"Well today's your lucky day. I have decided to name you myself. Now, let's see." Murdoc tapped his chin and looked at the girl before him, there was definitely something about her. "I'm naming you Lilith." Murdoc said with a wicked grin. "Now, let's get you some new gear, Lilith."

. . .

After a bit of shopping, Murdoc and Lilith stopped for a smoke. Lilith looked uneasy, she had never smoked before.

"Don't tell me you lived in Mexico multiple times without smoking something." Murdoc said in amazement.

Lilith shook her head. "Yesterday was even just my first time drinking. Never done anything else."

"You're sure handling that hangover of yours well then." Murdoc got closer to Lilith. "'Ere, luv. Let me get that for you." Murdoc lit the girl's cigarette. "So, how'd you end up getting so wasted last night?"

"I went to a bar so to get help. No one knew what it was I was saying. Men wouldn't stop buying drinks for me and I drank much." Lilith said, recalling what had happened. She fought back a cough from the smoke.

Murdoc looked over at her. For the first time she was looking directly at him. He could see the color of her almond-shaped eyes clearly now. They were an unnatural shade of magenta, almost hypnotic. He also noticed Lilith's top eyelashes were shorter than her bottom eyelashes. And her skin had a more than subtle grey tint.

The two stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Neither was quite sure what they thought of the other. Eventually, Lilith turned away and blushed. "Sorry, just I-"

"No worries, luv." Murdoc said, embarrassed. He put out his cigarette and grabbed some of the shopping bags. "C'mon Lil, let's get go home. Do you want to get anything from your place?"

"I have no place." Lilith said simply. "Not in Mexico, not in France, not here."

"You do now, luv." Murdoc said caringly. "Now let's go find the Geep."

. . .

"There's something up with that gal, D" Russel said quietly. "How'd she learn English so quick anyways?"

"Well, me and Noods were up all night teaching her." 2D said. Though he had been wondering the same thing.

"Still, D. It's weird. And have you seen that girl's eyes, freaky." Russel said as chills ran up his spine. "And not like my eyes, where they're all glow'n from be'n possessed. Her eye's are like, I don't know. Just gives me chills, D."

2D sighed and glanced over at a satchel the girl had brought with her. Russel noticed this and a mischievous smile spread across his face. "Do you think we should?" 2D asked.

"Well, it's none of our business." Russel said almost right as he started towards the satchel. The two men searched through the French girl's possessions, making up excuses every few seconds.

"Hmm, painkillers. Looks like Vicodin, I 'ought to 'borrow' some." 2D said as he picked up an orange container filled with white pills.

"Wonder why she's got that shit." Russel mumbled.

"Well, looks like just a bunch of cloths 'n stuff." 2D said walking away.

"D," Russel called.

"What?" 2D asked innocently.

"Put them pills back."

. . .

Lilith followed Murdoc through the door, she was carrying four large shopping bags. Murdoc was carrying a whole wardrobe with him.

"See you did a bit of shopping there." Noodle remarked.

"I got five new outfits." Lilith said happily. Her English had gotten even better over the course of the day.

Noodle blinked and turned expressionless to Murdoc. "I see you did a bit of shopping."

Murdoc grunted and went to his room (Probably to try on every new article of clothing he had bought) leaving Lilith standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. Russel and 2D couldn't help but exchange uneasy glances because of the conversation they had shared earlier.

"So, do you have a name you'd like us to start calling you?" Noodle asked Lilith.

"Well, Murdoc is calling me Lilith." The French girl replied. Even speaking questionably perfect English, it was still hard to understand her with her mixed half Mexican, half French accent. The other band members looked at each other in surprise.

"That's actually not bad." Noodle said.

2D shook his head. "And we were going to name her Seven."

"Well Lilith, you're welcome to stay in my room until we figure something out." Noodle said, realizing Lilith was still holding the bags in the middle of the room.

"Really?" Lilith squeaked. "'Oh, thank you!" Noodle and Lilith left the room, leaving 2D and Russel alone.

"I'm gonna turn in too. Hey D, could you, I don't know. Talk to Lilith about those meds. If she's gonna be around Baby Girl, I don't want her to be popping pills all the time." Russel looked sternly at 2D and without waiting for an answer left him to his zombie movie.

Gladly, 2D thought. Now that she speaks fluent English... 2D fell asleep mid-thought. Tomorrow, he'd get to know this Lilith girl better.