Had this idea for a story and decided to have it as a two shot, even if you absolutely hate it plz tell me what you think readers.

Murdoc sat at his desk, overlooking his CCTV cameras but mainly focusing on 2D's room. Observing the sleeping blue haired wonder who slept lying on his back, heavily sedated and bound to his bed by thick leather straps.

Muttering, to himself, 2D shifted in his sleep, his head tilting the side revealing a multitude of scratches and scars he'd inflicted on his own face and neck the last time Murdoc had tried to leave him alone unbound and unsedated. He'd only left the room for a couple of minutes to call upstairs and ask Cyborg to bring down 2D's melodica from the recording studio, when he'd come back 2D had his side against the wall, knees pulled up to his chest and rocking, one arm grabbing and tugging at his own hair whilst the other repeatedly ripped away at the side of his face.

Yelling for him to stop, Murdoc had quickly jumped on 2D, grabbing his thin wrists and holding them up in front of 2D, he'd stared at the younger, stared into the frantic dark eyes and tried to talk some sense into him.

2D had just struggled and whimpered, pulling at his wrists frantically. Whimpers quickly turning to sobs, Murdoc had pulled him close, uncharacteristically giving the singer a hug in hopes of calming him down. If nothing it had just wound the lad up more, sobs had quickly turned to heart-breaking pleas and screams.

His own resolve breaking down after an entire month of trying to help the younger, Murdoc had begun to scream and cry as well, holding the violently struggling weaker close to him and falling down heavily on the bed. Clutching the fighting, howling singer to himself in a forced hug, he stroked the azure hair and continued to sob, he didn't know whether 2D would ever come back or even recognise him.

Cyborg had brought back the body of 2D but the mind was nothing like it had been, this once happy go lucky guy was now just the fractured mind of a demented child. Clutching the suddenly silent almost catatonic 2D (catatonia 2D's main defence), Murdoc continued to stroke the unkempt and matted hair, he sniffled and gently rocked the still guy as he whispered, "Please Faceache come back, I don't know how to help you… I just don't know what do anymore".

Still watching the monitor, 2D began to shift and moan, Murdoc turned away from the camera, 2D was going to wake from the sedatives any minute and he had to make sure he was there when he did. Calling Cyborg, Murdoc headed down to 2D's room taking the lift, he closed his eyes as he readied himself for whatever state 2D might be in when he woke up.

It was the same every single day, Wait for 2D to wake up, care for him, feed him, keep him out as long as he stayed lucid and unaggressive then tie him up and sedate him again.

The routine was killing Murdoc, it was tiring, it was repetitive, it was depressing and it didn't show any chance of letting up any time soon. Still Murdoc would continue to do it, he'd looked after 2D in his coma and he'd look after him now. But that wasn't just it, he felt responsible, they'd had an argument, it had started over something stupid whilst getting drunk out on the beach part of the island and had evolved into 2D constructing a poorly made raft and telling Murdoc he was going to sail home.

Murdoc knew 2D had the mental capacity of a child, he should have stopped him, he should have at least taken one of his smaller boats and quietly followed 2D to make sure his raft didn't sink. But he did none of those things, instead he'd just stood at the edge of the island and watched the singer sail away, shouting and calling 2D every name possible before giving him a two finger salute and bidding 'good riddance'.

Of course he'd panicked the next day, he'd half expected 2D to have sunk part way off the island and to have just swam back. To find 2D holed up in his room, soaked through and in a bad mood. But that hadn't happened, 2D had disappeared from sight and Murdoc didn't even know which way he'd headed.

Taking a small boat, Murdoc ordered Cyborg to take the shark submarine, they'd both headed off in opposite directions to find the hapless singer, but nothing. After 2 weeks of constant searching, Murdoc had come to the very real conclusion that 2D was dead, either pulled too far out to sea when his raft sunk or eaten by hungry sea creatures.

Murdoc had started drinking more after that, convinced that he'd killed 2D, he spent most of his days drunk, giving Cyborg two orders; 1. attack and stop invading pirates at all costs and 2. (though only in his more drunken moments) find 2D.

And then one day it had happened Cyborg had been on a ship fighting pirates and had found him, she'd carried the unconscious 2D back and given him to Murdoc.

At first Murdoc had been happy, just so happy to know that 2D was alive and well, but that was when his face had fell. The singer wasn't well, he wasn't unconscious either, he was just un-responsive, whatever the pirates had done the singer whilst he'd been captured had seriously damaged both his body and mind, Murdoc didn't know if he'd ever be able to get 2D back to the way he once was.

The lift stopped and Murdoc stepped out, ready to start the same routine as yesterday, he'd get 2D better, he would, if he could fix a deal with the devil himself then he could fix 2D, he'd fix 2D, he would… He had to… The thought of 2D being himself again was the only thing that was keeping Murdoc going.

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