Hey everybody!

I know some of you have read my former fics, and I've gotten reviews and such. But most of those are brother/sister 2Nu fluff.

So, you ready for some romantic fluff?

Sweet! Let's go! R&R! First Chapter!
~Bru

I've been home for over two years now. We don't live in a nice house. It's not even a house; we live in a flat on Wobble Street, which is possibly the dumpiest street in London. It's always cold in here. Murdoc doesn't let us turn up the heat.

But it's home, and I love it. I have a soft, warm bed and al the clothes I want. I hae hot water, locks on my doors, and a giant on my roof.

But before that...

I fell into the soft sand, running my fingers across the surface. The plastic island is sinking in the ocean, surrounded by falling helicopters and the sinking boats of the zombie pirates.

"We're alive!" I smile gleefully. It's the first smile I've cracked in years. Russel's head rises out of the polluted water. He returns my smile with his own.

"Sure are, baby girl." He rises out all the way. Russel now stands over twenty feet. He used to be only 5'10". Funny what polluted ocean water can do to ya. "That damn Murdoc. Flew off in his heli. Left us here." I roll over, facing 2D, who is staring wide eyed into the horizon and rocking back and forth, whimpering softly. Russel nudged me gently with a large finger. "Noodle doll, I'm gonna go find the closest city. Find a hotel. Y'all can get cleaned up, and we'll find that green bastard later." I bob my head up and down.

"Hai, Russel. I'll take care of D."

"Atta girl." Russel stomps away. When I can no longer see or hear him, I turn back to the singer. I sit up and touch his cheek lightly.

"2D? Please, pay attentio to me." He turns his black gaze on me. 2D is still. He stops rocking and whining. Instead, he reaches out with a large hand and touches my cheek gently.

"Is it really yew?" he asks, running his fingers across my skin and across my lips. I lift my mask from my face, revealing my scarred and bruised eye.

"Yeah. It really is." 2D winces and touches my eye gently. Just a brush of his long fingers.

Then he throws himself at me, his long, lanky arms wrapping around my tiny body. A soft cry escapes my lips at the sudden impact. But it's a cry of joy. 2D, my 2D. I'm finally back with my best friend, and one of the men who raised me. His arms are so familiar and friendly. Butterscotch and cigarette smoke. He smells the same as he always has.

I wrap my arms around his thin torso and cling on to him. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck.

"I can't believe it. Yew're really 'ere. It's really yew!" He holds me out and arms length and a wide smile crosses his face. A hand cups the side of my face, and then runs through my choppy, messy hair. I have't showered since the cruise ship was destroyed. My hair is matted and dirty, especially from the salt water.

2D tugs me back to him, one hand holding my head to his neck. "I missed you so much," I whisper I hold onto him tightly. A lump forms in my throat. I know I'm going to burst into tears. "Don't let me go. Hold me." My voice cracks a bit. Hot tears start to flow from my eyes. I'm so tired. I want to fal asleep in 2D's arms. His hold on me tightens. He doesn't speak, but he presses his lips against my left temple. 2D let's me sit and cry quietly, rocking me gently and resting his chin on the top of my head. It's relaxing. Peaceful. I could sit like this for hours.

But a few minutes later, I hear Russel's familiar footsteps. I lift my head.

"Found y'all a place ya can stay. Not far from here, but far enough." Russel smiles down at us. "D, man, great to see ya alive." Russel rests one of his large hands next to us. 2D picks me up and carries me bridal style into Russel's hand.

"Drop Noods off so she can clean up. I can pick 'er up some new clothes," 2D insists, then he gives Russel one of his goofy smiles. "Can yew 'andle dat?" Russel snorts and sets us on his head.

"I've swam hundreds of miles, D. I can handle droppin' y'all off." I cover my mouth and giggle. Russel takes off, away from the beach, to a new, but temporary, home.

Well, was it okay? It's short, I know, I'm sorry. Please R&R! Thank you~!