Disclaimer: I do not own the Gorillaz or any of Damon and Jamie's fantastical characters, nor do I make any profit from any of my stories involving them.

This story is... well I can't tell much of the plot, cuz that would ruin the story. The beginning time setting is... around right after the release of Plastic Beach.

The first chapter is the prologue and what the three men (2D, Muds, and Russ) feel about Noodle's disappearance, and the 2nd chapter will be about when the foursome met -or when Noodle came into the trio's live's anyways, and after the basic beginning, the story will unfold.

Stuart Pot*

Four years. 'as ih really been four years? I can't believe ih... me 'ead mus' be playin' a dirty trick again… Buh… why can't I wake up? Why won' everyfink go back ta normal? Frustrated by another overwhelming migraine, 2D groaned and grabbed his head with both hands, trying to push out the pain. He reached over to his table and grabbed his pill bottle, swallowing his usual overdose to try and ease the pain. It didn't help much that whenever he felt brave enough to open his curtains his cetaphobia kicked in at the site of that damned whale. Noodle had taught him that word –cetaphobia- but the moment he thought about her, his entire being longed for her presence, and the place where his heart should be pumping the blood throughout his body felt hollow.

His life was empty without his little Noodle. He missed her sweet laugh, and innocent smile. He missed watching her face filled with faux terror as they would both laugh at the nonsense of the zombie horror films they watched in his room. He even missed when she would kick his arse at any video game she attempted. He missed the days when he would try and teach her English, and she in return would try to understand, as well as teach him a thing or two, but she always became more frustrated when she was the one doing the teaching.

It took her a short amount of time to realize that 2D was a considerably slow learner compared to most children, let alone an adult… but once she'd realised this, she found it endearing. Of course, unlike most people who realised this, she had treated him the exact way she had before she knew, but she did tend to go at a slightly slower pace and repeat herself if he asked her to. He loved her for that. She was so kind to him, and stood up for him when Murdoc would take whatever frustration he had out on 2D.

It was quite often though, that Noodle wasn't around when 2D was beat on, but she would always take him up to her room and clean up his wounds. She would tell him to talk it out so he could let out all of his anger without getting violent, or into more trouble. The last time he punched Murdoc in the face, he woke up from a concussion and three broken ribs –but it was worth it to see Murdoc with that black eye for two weeks, as well as a broken nose, courtesy of Noodle.

But what he missed the most was when she would come to him, teary-eyed after a nightmare, thunder, or even annoying zombies, and she'd ask to stay in his room with him. She'd bring along her stuffed monkey and cuddle up next to him, and he'd wrap his arms protectively around her. He would never allow anyone or anything to hurt a child, especially one that was his closest friend. He'd enjoyed helping to raise her and watch her blossom into a young teen. Since she'd been gone, 2D spent the time he usually had spent with Noodle either sulking, avoiding Murdoc and his fits, or working out. It was hard, considering he still smoked, but it had made him healthier, and he didn't feel like crap after he'd finished a fag or two anymore. He rarely smoked much now, unless he was feeling particularly stressed.

A tear escaped 2D's eye duct and crawled across his cheek, leaving it cold and wet. He sniffed as it trailed down his neck and was absorbed by his sleeveless shirt. He rolled over so that he was facing the wall and held his knees to his chest to try and ease the stabbing sensation that coursed throughout his head and chest. How can I go on livin' like this? S'not fair. He held himself tighter. Why'd it have to be her ? She was only fifteen. I didn' even get to finish seein 'er grow up… My closest friend… she's gone…

Murdoc Niccals*

Murdoc had gone to search for Noodle a couple of months, or was it a year, before his newest album's release. He literally went to Hell and back, but his searching had been anything but fruitful. His searched had supposed that she was not there in Hell when he couldn't find her, and he certainly hoped that to be true. Noodle was like his niece. She was so delicate and –even he had to admit –the world seemed a darker place without her in his life.

He remembered the Fed-Ex box 2D had found on the front porch. When he realized there was nothing more than a little girl who spoke nothing more than gibberish and had attacked him the moment he yelled at 2D so boldly, he would've thrown her out, had they not been in desperate need of a guitarist, and the fact that she had mad guitar skills. He would've smacked her, or something, but 2D openly and proudly defended the child, claiming Murdoc had just spooked her. Of course, Noodle had easily proved that she could hold her own, and gained Murdoc's respect. She was the only female he had ever really respected in his entire lifetime.

True, he had found some of Noodle's DNA after the El Mañana incident, and he had made a cyborg to replace Noodle and her mad guitar skills, as well as her appearance, but it wasn't the same. He had to admit though, he enjoyed this Noodle much more than the original. It didn't object to his music, came to the island willingly, it was a Satanist –at least he gave it the appearance that it was –and it didn't attack him if he hurt 2D, but he could never get the damned thing to do his dirty work when it involved hurting the dullard. He was always forced to do it himself. The thought made him scratch his head in both confusion and curiosity.

The cyborg he had created was Noodle in a sense, but only a small part of her. Being that she was made from the DNA of Noodle from when the girl was around fifteen, she almost had the appearance of the young teen at that age, but Murdod had made the robot look older, and more mature, giving he a more womanly look, as if that was a surprise. Of course, the cyborg was also about the same size, being that Noodle had stopped growing aroung the age of fourteen, but everybody already knew that.

Now smoking a fag, Murdoc arched his eyebrow as he laid out his tools to work on the damn cyborg again -damn thing would never fix properly. As he looked down at the lifeless robot, he couldn't help but to miss his guitarist, and wondered if maybe he had quit looking for her all too soon. What had become of the lively young girl?

Russel Hobbs*

He had come all the way to this godforsaken place for nothing but a pile of hopeless memories, and an anger that Murdoc could believe he could replace the drummer's skills with a simple beat machine. Russel scoffed as he sewed two random body parts together. He had missed his family in the years that had gone by, and he shouldn't have left without a word when he did, but how dare Murdoc not at least attempt to look for him when he wanted to make another album. Sure, he had come to the island with a mind to put Murdoc in his place, but also in hopes of finding that maybe Noodle had found her way home as well, but he had been mistaken, and it had been a long while he had begun waiting for her again.

He missed his daughter so much more than any father would miss their child, but like most parents, he knew Noodle was out there –somewhere. At first, he hadn't spoken once since he'd arrived at Plastic Beach. He helped with the album and did what he was asked, but never spoke, so everyone resorted to asking him questions he could simply answer to by nodding or shaking his rather large head. Of course, lately, he would voice a thought or two. He was beginning to recover now that he was with his family... or what was left of it.

Russel, since the release of the album, spent his time in his room reading his innumerable pile of books, or his favorite hobby of thinking up the oddest combination of animal body parts. He smirked at remembering Noodle's dumbfounded and upset expression when she saw him at his work for the first time, and yet she still loved and accepted him as a father. She didn't like his little experiments, but she would never object to something that made him happy.

It was odd to think that though he had only known her since she was around ten, he felt like he had known her all of her life. And just as soon as he had gotten her, she was gone, lost in time, and the rubble of her childhood. There was nothing left but that forsaken space covered in the ruin of the windmill, and that damn cyborg Murdoc had created. He knew about the robot before he'd come to Plastic Beach, but still the first time he'd seen it, he desperately wanted it to be the real deal. But, like every time before, it was only a lie.

He would wait for his daughter until the end of time. There was no time to mourn, for in mourning, one only became filled with despair and guiltiness, whether it was of their own fault or not –though he did feel it was his fault for not being there, but he knew nothing could have prevented that outcome and her disappearance.