A/N Obviously I don't own Gorillaz. Anyways, I absolutely LOVE this pairing, but I don't know too much about the characters, I should probably ACTUALLY READ the books and learn some more, but w/e here goes :P

I sighed and scratched the back of my neck, and shot up out of bed. The first thing my hand shot for was a bottle of delicious beer. I grinned maniacally and shot out my long, snake like tongue out while taking a lengthy swig o' heaven, staring at the roof of my near destroyed Winnebago.

"Wha' the 'ell 'appened 'ere?" my thick, British voice croaked as I moaned, still rubbing at my sore neck. I couldn't for the life of me think of what happened last night, and my head pounded like mad. Panties lay about though... it couldn't have been that bad. Suddenly, the whole 'bago shook as someone pounded heavily on the door. Russell.

"Murdoc, get up dammit!" his voice boomed as he continued rocking my room.

"Alrigh,' alrigh,' I'm comin' ya lard arse!" I shouted angrily, and nearly fell flat on my face as I tried to roll over. My head thrummed like a drum in agony, but I shook it off. Can't be weak in front of the band, now can we? Sighing gruffly, I slipped on a pair of pants and whipped open the door.

"Wha'?" I grunted, rubbing my blinded eyes. Russel's white eyes and small, brown ears seemed to steam with eternal rage as he glared at me, and he lifted his thick finger and sharply jabbed me in the chest.

"Your damn partyin' woke me up over and over, even 2D when he was fucked u on drugs, and I swear to god, if Noodle was disturbed by your... your..." he stopped at loss of words, his finger not moving. Suddenly, my face heated up as I threw Russell's finger away.

"Listen lard arse, I was drunk as all 'ell! Wha' eve' 'appened wasn' my faul', alrigh? Now back the fuck off 'fore I kick your arse to fuckin' shit!"

I heard footsteps. Gentle. Worried. Terrified. I growled as face-ache came around the corner, almost hiding behind Russell.

"2D, get outta 'ere 'fore I punch your face in!" I, the damn band leader, roared, peering around Russell's big form.

"S-sorry Muds, j-just wanted to see wha's goin on," and with that, he slumped off with his shoulders hunched and his hands deep in his pocket. Russell sighed and lowered his hand.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" he said, his hand gesturing in Stuart's direction, "you treat him... US like crap! I'm damn surprised that this band has held together after all the shit you put us through! And Noodle, dammit Muds! She ran away crying yesterday 'cause you yelled at her for huggin' your cruel arse!"

Suddenly, a pain shot through my chest. I remembered everything now.

A little girl, about 18 now, just escaped from fucking hell, walked up to me with a wide grin on her face. Her perfect, emerald green eyes looked to my mix matched eyes, and they lit up like a fire.

"Murdoc!" she shouted, and suddenly leaped into my arms. Warmth shot through my body as I held her close, feeling the fear and relief and happiness all at once.

"It's all right love," I grinned, when I suddenly heard the lift start up. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that she was hugging me! She snuggled my chest and I panicked.

"NO!" I shouted, and flicked her off gruffly. "Don't hug me dammit! I'm no' a fuckin' pussy!" With that, her face suddenly showed extreme pain that made me flinch at the realization what she did, she turned and stormed into the lift with tears pouring out of her...perfect... eyes.

"Wha' the 'ell!" face-ache shouted, "you made 'er cry Muds!" I growled and screamed at him to shut up or something. I don't remember, I just sat back into my Winnebago and sighed, and started drinking my arse off.

"Oh... shit!" I shouted, and slammed the door in Russell's face. He could go die right now, I could care less. I... felt horrible as absolute guilt washed over my entire body, and the anger flowed out of me. I didn't care if I made 2D cry. He was a face-ache dumb arse anyway. But innocent... little... Noodle...

I grumbled and slammed my head against the wall. I did that to her, didn't I? I made her cry, made her feel unloved. And I knew that's all she ever wanted. SHIT.

I peered out the door, and looked around for Noodle. Or anyone. I didn't want to be seen while going out to do this... girly thing. For Noodle... I guess I practically had to. I needed to fix it before it was too late.

A/N I know it's not any good, but I'm just thinking, alright? Reviews please, if you care enough :P