A/N - Hello friends. Recently I've had a major hard on for this band so I figured I'd give it a whirl and write a fan fic about them. Apologies to my South Park loving chums, but I thought while I figured how those fics will progress I'd give you something a little different. Hopefully you all know this band and enjoy my insane take on them. Anyway, enough of the blah, fucking blah. Time for the fic.


The revelations one comes across when they're not searching for anything can be the most damaging. Living in ignorance, and what you can't define as bliss but instead as close to bliss as a demon as old as time can come by or something along the lines of a somewhat distorted, fucked up sort of bliss; although his head would always deny such feelings; Murdoc Niccals could not argue with the hidden secrets of his black heart or continue to disguise them.

"Aye, faceache. Where the fuck are ya?! We got…." Murdoc snarled as he entered the blue haired singers unkempt room to find absolute nothingness as the silence and feelings of loneliness were all that surrounded him.

Mumbling to himself the now irritated bassist rampaged through the many rooms of Kong Studios searching for any signs of life.

Doors slamming and loud cussing, the only noises heard through the house as the search continued to no avail, that is until something caught the sinister beings wandering eyes.

A note, stuck to the fridge with fuck knows what; some disgusting substance which resembled a mixture of sticky bodily fluids.

Snatching up the note Mudoc gnashed his pointed teeth as his mismatched eyes scanned the page as his lips slowly mouthed the words on the note.

With a demonic, throaty growl he scrunched the note into a ball and angrily flung it across the kitchen before roaming through the studio house once more. As the bassist wildly made way back toward his room, he shoved the door open which caused a loud bang, along with an echo from the darkness of his sanctuary, his tomb; where no one usually had the balls to bother him, except now Murdoc seemed to be alone and the only person he had recently discovered he enjoyed bothering him was absent, only leaving a note scribbled with simple minded banter which Murdoc didn't care to even try and understand.

Yes, Murdoc Niccals have developed an attraction to his bandmate, lead singer 2D; but upon reading the note revelations had come into play. So what's a guy to do? Murdoc while grumbling to himself had decided with irrationality and without much thought into the matter, he'd hunt down 2D and there would be no argument to be entered into. Murdoc believed, 2D belonged to him; his property and over the years they'd known each other Murdoc Niccals had fallen into a deep, hate fuelled state for the singer whom he'd nursed back to health those many years back.

Murdoc could help but mumble and swear as he rummaged around for his car keys.

"Fucking 2 dents…."

"Leave without permission."

"Chasing after a fucking daydream."

"He'll soon find out, he'll know everything…. In time it'll all be in the open."


The sound of a cell going off in the wee hours as the sun just peeked through the drawn curtains of 2D's room woke him. The groggy singer looked at the flashing and vibrating noise making device through half lidded eyes before answering it.

" 'Ello." He answered slowly becoming more awake, thus more alert.

"2D-chan." The voice on the other end softly spoke.

The cold reality set in causing 2D to sit bolt upright, staring around the room through now widened eyes as a tight feeling which can only be described as a mix of dread and hope knotted his stomach.

" Who is dis?" The frantic 2D finally gulped out as the words hitched in his dry throat, he knew exactly who the person in the other end of the line was; or at least who they were claiming to be.

"You didn't forget me did you….. it's Noodle." The voice spoke nervously in a slight tone of confusion.

A wide smile broke across 2D's face as he fell silent. The thought of the band guitarist being safe and alive caused a fluttery feeling to form in his stomach replacing the knot which had been there seconds ago.

"2D…2D, you still there?" Noddle asked causing 2D to slightly jump at the break of silence.

"Yeah, I'm still 'ere Noodle." He explained which caused her to giggle.

"I miss you so much, 2D and I just called from an untraceable phone to hear your voice again. I will eventually return home to Kong Studios and take my place with the band again, but….. uh….. what's the word? Oh yes, there are other forces at work and I don't want you in danger, because I care about you. So, I have to go now. Stay safe" Noodle stated slowly with care in her voice.

"Wait, where are ya…. I want ta see ya." 2D announced quickly.

Noodle chuckled softly. "Forever the stubborn aren't you?"

2D nodded. "Yeah, so just meet me somewhere, please Noodz."

Noodle fell silent for a moment.

"Fine…." She answered before giving 2D some coordinates and hanging up the phone.

2D sprung out of bed with high spirits and quickly got dressed in black jeans and a novelty shirt with a crude slogan on it.

Slowly he made way around the home and checked on the others. Murdoc was asleep clutching a half empty bottle of bourbon and sucking his thumb and Cyborg Noodle was standing in one spot, her head hung and eyes blinking red like they did when she was in power saver mode.

Making his way to the kitchen area 2D scribbled a note and found some form of sticky substance on the kitchen bench, after smelling it he couldn't work out what it was but figured it could be used to hang the note from the fridge.

Slowly 2D made his way back to his room where he sloppily shoved some clothes in a small backpack, once pack he crept back through the house and toward the front door and left.

As 2D walked down the drive way toward his long journey of hitchhiking, buses and other other transport he could get on for the tenner in his pocket, he lost his mind in wonder as the words he'd written on the dirty page rolled through his brain over and over.

Murdoc,

It's crazy but Noodle is alive, ya know 'ow I feel about 'er right? Well, ya should if ya ever listen'd ta me, but I know where she is and she said she'll see me, so I'm goin' ta 'er and gonna tell 'er exactly 'ow I see 'er an' ow' I want it ta be.

See ya soon, Muds.

2D.


Noodle sat in her cabin on the boat which was traveling in the middle of the ocean. She had just made contact with the only member of her band who forever plagued her thoughts. Noodle had given 2D the coordinates of her ships next stop which she was sure she'd arrive at within the next hour, then she'd wait. Forever if she had to, just to see the blue haired music god once more.

The feelings Noodle had developed for 2D were overwhelming and she just needed to confess of the sensation of concealing the truth would eat her alive.

Lost in her train of thought Noodle sat sporting her mask, hiding from the outside world, avoiding danger to live, just live that extra time, long enough to be reunited with the man she loved.

A voice broke her train of thinking as someone slid the door to her private cabin.

"Excuse me Miss, the ship is under attack."

Understanding she'd been located by someone other than 2D caused Noodle to simply nod and stand, coldly walking toward a nearby bench and pulling out a case which hid a gun she'd been hauling around with her for such an occasion.

Noodle went to exit her cabin, clutching the only form of safety tightly.

She spared one last glance for the phone she'd just contacted 2D on. Apparently even the untraceable is locatable when someone is wanted dead.