I'm back baby! And this time with a new story! This one begins immediately after the "On Melancholy Hill" video.

I believe that one should see rather quickly that this has nothing to do with "Sunshine," but let me say it anyway. This story has nothing to do with "Sunshine"

As per usual, this is a 2-DXNoodle pairing (if it ain't broke, right?)

It is rated "T" for...everyone, actually. Everyone will get a potty mouth before this is all over.

Thanks go to Shade's Crusnik for reading over this chapter and critiquing it. You rock, Shade's.

Most especial and eternal thanks go to my BFF Mandi'sMuse who deserves equal credit for writing this story. She's my GoJo!

I'm a timid tuna, so I need reviews to continue writing. THIS IS NOT A ONESHOT!

Ready? Hands and feet inside the car at all times. Here we go!

The title of the story comes from the song "Make This Go On Forever" by Snow Patrol.

Please don't let this turn into something it's not
I can only give you everything I've got
I can't be as sorry as you think I should
But I still love you more than anyone else could

All that I keep thinking throughout this whole flight
Is it could take my whole damn life to make this right
This splintered mast I'm holding on won't save me long
Because I know fine well that what I did was wrong

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could
First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything
The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned
The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love

We have got through so much worse than this before
What's so different this time that you can't ignore
You say it is much more than just my last mistake
And we should spend some time apart for both our sakes

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could
First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything
The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned
The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love

The last girl and the last reason to make this last for as long as I could
First kiss and the first time that I felt connected to anything
The weight of water, the way you told me to look past everything I had ever learned
The final word in the final sentence you ever uttered to me was love

And I don't know where to look
My words just break and melt
Please just save me from this darkness


She giggled as he crept toward her, wiggling his fingers and looking for the world like that skeleton man in the Christmas movie that she and 2-D had been watching. It seemed he was the only man in the world who could actually get his knees above his head when he walked, and the sight of it gave her endless enjoyment. Her hands flew to her face and she peered at him through her fingers as he reached the edge of the bed. Finally, he dove on top of her and attacked her, his long fingers always finding the most ticklish parts of her twelve year old body. She squealed in delight, but soon found herself lost in a fit of coughing.

"Aw, Li'l Love. I sorry. I din't mean ta make ya cough," 2-D frowned as he untangled himself from Noodle's short limbs and the blankets that covered her.

"It's okay, 2-D san," she beamed up at him. And it was. A week ago, she'd come down with a nasty cold and had had great difficulty overcoming it. Since then, Russel had put her on bed rest, not allowing her out of her room even to eat. He had taken to fixing for her a series of broths and light soups "specially formulated ta get my Baby Girl better" that he brought to her on a tray. 2-D was now her only respite from the boredom that she was sure was keeping her sick.

"I heard that!"

Speak of the Devil. Russel tossed the door open and swelled his already formidable frame to make himself look more menacing, "D, she never gonna get better if you keep sneaking in here and making her cough her lungs out. Now get out."

"No," Noodle squeaked as she wrapped her arms around the lanky singer's waist, causing him to beam and Russel to fold his arms around his chest. "2-D san will sleep here tonight."

"Baby Girl," Russel began, warning.

"Oo!, a sleep ova!" 2-D clapped his hands together, oblivious to the stand-off occurring between the other two people in the room.

"No," Russel barked, scowling.

Noodle repeated herself slowly, returning the older man's scowl, "2-D san-will-sleep- here-tonight."

"I said 'No,''' Russel also reiterated.

"Aw, come on, Russ," begged 2-D, who had finally noticed the tension. "I promise I won' make her cough again. Please?"

Russel's face softened slightly as 2-D wrapped his arms around the tiny girl's head, drawing a giggle from her as she fought futilely to push them away.

He pressed his lips together, considering the consequences. Finally, he determined that a little bit of fun might help her to get better quicker.

"Alright," he gave in finally.

"YAY!" 2-D shouted, diving under the covers and sending Noodle into another fit of chuckles.

Behind Russel, a loud bang was heard as the elevator doors opened. As usual, where there was fun, Murdoc Niccals was not far behind to end it. The large drummer rolled his eyes as the bassist stumbled out of the lift and over to stand in Noodle's door. Noodle giggled again and threw the blanket over their heads.

"Wot's all tha fookin noise. How's a guy ta get any fookin sleep aroun' here with all this shite?" He glared into the room and saw the two sheet ghosts snickering to themselves and an amused Russel leaning on the door frame watching the scene unfold.

"You, Dullard! SHUT THA FOOK UP!" he snarled. Murdoc knew better than to tell Noodle to shut up. The two best reasons for that were the violently protective, very large black man to his right and the tiny Japanese super soldier giggling her sodding lungs out in the bed.

Noodle answered for her friend, her voice muffled slightly through the bedcovers, "Tachisaru!"

"Wot she said," 2-D responded, not knowing what she meant, but knowing that whatever it did, Murdoc wouldn't like it. It was only in Noodle's presence that he felt comfortable enough to defy the overly violent bassist.

With a deep snarl, Murdoc began to cross the room toward him, fully intending to yank the singer out of the bed by his nose hairs when a heavy hand on his shoulder halted him.

"Come on, man. You can get him tomorrow. Noodle needs her rest," it was not a request.

White eyes met mismatched ones in a show of force before the black-haired man spat out a curse and spun on his heels, followed by Russel who turned to shut the door before he left.

"Lights out, you two."

"Yes, sir," 2-D tossed the blanket off of them as the door snapped closed and turned the movie back on before climbing back under the covers. "Night, Li'l Love."

She snuggled up to him as he wound his long arms around her tiny frame, "Good Night, 2-D san," she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before turning off the lamp and resting against his chest. Once she was sure he was focused on the movie, she looked up at him listening to his even breathing before a thought crossed her mind.

"2-D san? Will I always be your Little Love?" she asked, smiling up at the eternal object of her affections.

He grinned broadly and lovingly kissed the top of her head, "O' course you will, Li'l Love. Foreva and eva."

Seven years later

The sounds of a shotgun firing shattered the twilight silence that had settled with the fog that surrounded Point Nemo. Through the haze, a dark blot began to grow, nearing the large plastic island and bringing with it its only inhabitants. As the shadow drew closer to the island, anyone standing on the shore could see that it was a mako-shaped submarine with three figures perched atop it. The first was a grumpy-looking man with greenish skin and sporting a white captain's hat, a white sweater, and blue jeans rolled up to reveal dark brown boots. Second was a young woman wearing what appeared to be a black military getup with matching black beret, shorts, and boots, a bullet hole in her head, and the recently fired shotgun in her hands. Next to her stood a skinny, nervous blue-haired man in a red t-shirt and blue jeans with a white mask perched atop his head. His jeans were rolled up, too, exposing his lighter brown boots.

The trio stood motionless as the submarine, on autopilot, traversed the smaller islets of trash that littered the ocean around Plastic Beach and edged closer to the dock. Once it had stopped moving, Murdoc jumped off the ship, landing with a grunt, followed closely by his creation, still clutching the shotgun at her side. 2-D, however, remained standing atop the submarine, eyeing the water suspiciously as though that damn whale was going to leap out at any moment and make a light snack of him.

Murdoc turned and scanned the wooden structure, as though searching for something. His eyes finally climbed the submarine and landed on the singer, and they rolled back into his head.

"Ah, fer fook's sake, Faceache. Get tha fook offa that thing fer I send her ta come get ya," he hitched his thumb at Cyborg Noodle who simply grinned and cocked her gun.

2-D chewed his lip for a second before deciding that she could do a lot more damage to him before he died than that whale could and complied, jumping ungracefully from the submarine and landing in a crumpled heap at the Cyborg's feet.

When he finally untangled himself from himself, he stood and glanced at her. She grinned evilly and turned to walk behind Murdoc, who had begun to stride toward the large white structure in the center of the island: His home. 2-D scowled as he fell into line. He never thought he could hate a place more than he hated Feel Good, Inc., but apparently life delighted in proving him wrong. He loathed this place and his tiny room under the sea; the only space his deranged captor and his effing robot girlfriend allowed him, especially since 2-D was so determined to escape go back to forgetting the Gorillaz, Murdoc, Russel, and... well, forgetting everything.

"Hurry up, Dullard, I ain't got all fookin day," the devil barked over his shoulder. In spite of his feelings toward the "leader of the band," 2-D, immediately snapped into action and had taken a step to follow when the sound of a gunshot again sliced through the air. Murdoc threw his hands up, rounding on Cyborg Noodle, "Ah, fer Fook's sake, Number Johnny Five, you think those bullets grow on fookin tree...," his voice trailed off when he saw her face. Her eyes were wide as she scanned the area around her frantically, holding her gun at the ready. He visibly paled and took no time to survey his surroundings, "Ah, shit. RUN!"

2-D had barely enough time to react before a hail of bullets rained past him. He yelped as he ducked and ran, his eyes catching the sight of a submarine full of pirates pouring onto the small island before he squeezed them shut and ran after the other two figures, joining them as they huddled behind a large pile of trash, "There's too many of 'em," Murdoc shouted to the Cyborg, who had just reloaded and fired her gun into the growing crowd on the edge of the beach. "We need ta get ta the war room!" He peeked his head around the edge and immediately jerked it back as another volley of bullets tore into the side of the trash heap. 2-D buried his own head in his knees as Murdoc barked orders, "Cybertron, cover me. Dullard, keep up!"

Immediately obedient to her master, Cyborg Noodle rolled past him and began returning fire. Without another word to 2-D, Murdoc jumped up and ran behind her, aiming for the stairs leading to the entrance of Plastic Beach as he covered his head. Still firing her gun and occasionally taking a hit or two from a bullet, the Cyborg followed him. 2-D was left to his own devices as he scrambled from behind the trash pile.

He couldn't help but glance behind him to the advancing pirates as he ran, watching in horror as a large brown...something began to rise out of the ocean past them. Not wanting to see what that something was, he ducked back down as he heard screams from the unfortunate pirates still near the shoreline and felt the ground give a sickening lurch underneath his feet. He had just reached the handrail when he felt something strike him in the arm, sending him stumbling backward.

"Muds!"

Up the stairs, Murdoc hesitated for a second, looking back at him, but another spray of bullets and a violent shudder from the ground sent him diving into the hatch, sealing Plastic Beach shut and leaving 2-D alone with the pirates.

Gasping, he reached up and touched his arm and pulled his fingers back to see that they were covered in blood. He had been shot. However, he was not allowed to ruminate on this fact as he heard the sound of laughter from behind him. He craned his neck to see a pirate striding toward him.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, "Look-ee-here. If it ain't the songbird. Howdy-do, Li'l songbird? We been looking fer you fer a long time now, birdy," he peered down the barrel of his gun toward the frightened man cowering at his feet. "I hate ya got caught up in that asshole's squabble with my boss, but them's tha breaks, kid."

2-D squeezed his eyes shut at the click of the gun cocking and braced himself for the inevitable. The sound of the gunshot was quieter than he thought it would be. He could feel blood splatter against his face, but he was surprised that there was no pain like the last one. Suddenly, however, he felt something heavy fall on his foot, and he jumped, jerking his leg back from the offending object as his eyes flew open. He was stunned to see the pirate lying on the ground, glazed eyes and a gaping hole in the side of his face glaring back at him. He was dead.

Tentatively, 2-D reached forward and began to attempt to free his other leg when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. His head snapped in the direction of the movement and time stopped.

There she was, her choppy purple hair jutting in all directions from behind the kitty mask that was pulled to just below her nose. She was pressed against a large rock, motioning for him to hide, to run, but he was dumbfounded.

Finally, peering around the rock, Noodle fired her machine gun in the direction of the pirates as the island rocked again and the bodies of several pirates shot past her, tossed like ragdolls by some terrifying force that 2-D could not see form his position on the ground; and darted toward him, quickly yanking the pirate's body off his leg and jerking him to his feet. She pulled him toward the lea of the island where the pirates had yet to infiltrate and pressed him back to the large supporting column that held Plastic Beach aloft, examining his arm, brow furrowed. The island shook and lurched dangerously again. A small grin turned the edges of her lips.

"Wait here," she ordered and moved to edge around the other side of the edifice. 2-D watched her in stunned silence, unsure of what to say or do to the woman who had disappeared from his life three years ago. When she turned back, she had a pleased look on her face as she pulled the mask to rest atop her head. She had become a truly stunning woman. Her only flaw, if one could call it that, being the dark bruise under one of her eyes. The dress and stockings she was wearing showed off her womanly curves beautifully, but 2-D was too stunned to notice any of that. He could only fixate on her presence.

She smiled and stood before him, gently running her long fingers through his azure hair and tangling her free hand in his shirt before covering his mouth with hers in a passionate kiss.

"I missed you," she sighed, ignoring the fact that her kiss had not been returned, before grabbing one of his hands to pull him the rest of the way around the edifice-right where the pirates had been before.

2-D gasped at what he saw upon laying eyes on the beach. The dead bodies of the vast majority of the pirates littered the rotting plastic coastline now, and those that had survived were picked off by Noodle and her machine gun as she and the stunned singer ran past, but it was what he was seeing in the ocean that was too much for him. He could accept the lifeless corpses surrounding his feet and the smell of fresh blood that hung in the air like a vapor. He could accept the burning sensation of the bullet hole in his arm. He could even accept the ethereal beauty of the woman who had left him alone years ago leading him through the carnage. But his eyes refused to accept the massive brown monster wearing a white and green t-shirt with a yellow life raft balanced atop its head holding a struggling pirate in one hand and leaning on the edge of the island as though it was a bar and the monster was waiting for a fresh drink from the bartender. He refused to believe what his brain was telling him until it spoke.

"Yo, D. Been a while, man. How's it hangin'?" The massive brown monster was Russel. He extended his free hand for the fleeing couple as he tossed the pirate into the water behind him.

Noodle spun and grinned toothily at 2-D before pulling him toward their friend, when once again shots rang out into the now nighttime sky, sending them both diving to the ground.

"Not so fast," a low voice rumbled from somewhere behind them. The three escapees turned to see Murdoc standing a few yards behind them with a sniper rifle in his sickly green hands. Next to him, the Android was grinning mischievously, a rocket launcher aimed directly at Russel's massive head.

Murdoc sneered at his former bandmates and strode forward, swinging the rifle across his shoulder, "Like a fookin fam'ly reunion, isn' it?" When he got no response from them, he continued, "Noodle! All grown up, I see. And Lards...All grown up, I see," he chuckled at his own joke.

Noodle glared at the bassist, her arms folded angrily across her chest, "We're taking 2-D and leaving, Muds. Don't try to stop us."

"Sounds like fun, Love. Jes one problem with that: How d'you expect ta do that without tha Dullard. " Murdoc questioned, jerking his head toward the Cyborg who grabbed 2-D's arm and began to pull him toward Plastic Beach.

"D, no," she said, placing a gentle hand on the closest shoulder to her, which happened to be his injured one, "You don't have to listen to him. He won't kill us. You know that."

2-D hesitated momentarily, taking the opportunity to look from Russel, watching them all with great interest; to Noodle, a pleading look in her eyes; to Murdoc, grinning smugly; and back. He sucked in his bottom lip and furrowed his brows before looking away from Noodle's begging eyes and turning to walk toward Plastic Beach.

Noodle watched, stunned, after him as Cyborg Noodle shrugged her shoulders and crooned in pretend innocence, "Looks like he doesn't want to go with you. I wonder why?" Murdoc chuckled as his protoge strode after the singer, swinging her hips mockingly. Noodle gritted her teeth and rounded on the bassist who was eyeing his former drummer with great interest.

"Ya been eatin' tha seaweed? Couldn't fin' anythin' else ta eat, Lards?" he chuckled cruelly. "I thought a vegan diet was suppos' ta make ya skinnier." he said, leaning forward to examine the other man more closely. "Good rule of thumb, Fat Ass. If it glows, don't eat it," he slapped his leg as his eyes fell on Noodle who was sneering at him, teeth bared. "Aw, c'mon, Love. Not even a smile for yer ol' Uncle Mudsy?"

"Fuck you," she snarled.

He placed his hand over his heart, "Ouch, Love. Tha' hurt. After all I've done fer ya. Tha's all ya got? 'Fook you?'"

Noodle simply cocked an eyebrow, and Murdoc waved his hand in dismissal toward the Japanese beauty and began walking back to the plastic edifice.

"You broke your side of the bargain," she growled to his back. "The deal was that you would keep him safe, you asshole."

Murdoc stopped and turned slowly, "He's safe. He's below us right now, safe as ya please."

"HE'S NOT FUCKING SAFE!" she shrieked, causing Murdoc to flinch from the piercing noise.

"Alright, Baby Girl. That's three. Watch the language"

Noodle threw a sidelong glare Russel before raising her hand before her face to count off Murdoc's sins, "You let him leave Kong knowing the danger for him, you let him wander around Beiruit for God knows how long, you gassed him and had him shipped here in a fu...frigging suitcase, you let him escape, you drove him off the edge of freaking California in a car, you let him get shot, and leave him alone with the very group of men we've been hiding him from for three-FUCKING-YEARS! How is that safe?"

Murdoc, who had rolled his eyes and begun picking his teeth during Noodle's tirade, finally looked up, "Are you finished?"

Noodle growled dangerously, but said nothing.

"It does seem like you could have done a better job keeping him safe, man." Russel interjected, resting his head on one of his hands.

"Ya said 'safe.' If you had meant 'safe and uninjured,' then ya should have gotten yerself a betta nursemaid, now shouldn' ya?" He sneered at Noodle who narrowed her eyes behind her mask, "Or would ya rather I had jes fooked him and ran?"

Noodle took only a second to be shocked before narrowing her eyes and flaring her nostrils, "Kutabare!" she hissed and stormed past Murdoc heading toward the large white apartment, roughly ramming her shoulder into his as she passed.

Murdoc's grin never faded as he rubbed the injured area and turned, jumping to see Russel's massive face leaning in so close to his.

"Lucy," the drummer drawled, "you got some 'splaining to do."


Despite Noodle's best efforts and threats, she could not get the Cyborg to allow her into 2-D's room so she could tend his wounds. Finally Murdoc had to show up and order the robot to stand down. She complied to his demand, but not without a warning that should Noodle try anything that she would not hesitate to spray the walls with her brain matter. Without a word of response to the robot or a word of thanks to Murdoc, Noodle, medical kit in hand, pushed past them to open 2-D's door..

He sat shivering on his bed, clutching his shoulder and throwing anxious glances toward the open window, oblivious to Noodle's presence until she spoke his name.

His head snapped toward her, and he frowned deeply as she crossed the room, pulling the shade shut before smiling down at him. He stopped shivering then, but refused to look her in the eye. Instead, he chose to focus on the empty space beside her head.

"Still afraid of whales, I see," she chuckled. "You know, I've still never seen Free Willy." She giggled slightly, but got no response from the singer. Her smile faded, "I've come to patch up your shoulder."

Without a word, he dropped his hand and turned obediently so that she could examine him.

Chuckling again, she said, "It will be hard to do this with your shirt on." When he didn't move, she ordered, gently but firmly, "Take it off, shy boy."

Finally, he removed his shirt, revealing fully his blood-stained shoulder.

She frowned at his obvious attempts to avoid a conversation with her and bent down for her examination. She put on a pair of latex gloves and grabbed a syringe of anesthetic, tapping it and squirting a tiny portion of it into the air to ensure that no air bubbles remained in the liquid. Then, grabbing his arm, she injected the numbing solution into his shoulder. After she placed the syringe aside, she reached up and gingerly touched the wound, smiling to discover that the bullet had miraculously missed hitting any bone and had exited cleanly on the other side of his arm. The lack of copious amounts of blood also meant that it had also missed anything important. He was lucky this time. She grabbed some antiseptic and cleaned the wound before reaching back into her kit and producing a needle and thread with which she closed the the hole on both sides, taking care to sew him so that he would not have a scar. When she was done, she pulled her gloves off and tossed them in the trash, pleased with her work.

Her smile faded, however, when she looked at his face. He was still pointedly avoiding looking at her or talking to her.

"Muds said that he might be able to return Russel back to normal," she tried to pull a response out of him. He did not comply.

She chuckled, "He said that maybe not eating radioactive waste might do the trick." When 2-D gave her only a curt nod, she lowered her voice, almost pleading, "We're going to try to get you out of here as soon as we can, D. It's not safe for you here..." She felt herself becoming desperate when once again her attempts at conversation failed, and she reached forward, placing her hand on his uninjured shoulder. He shrugged her off and moved further away from her, leaning his side against the bulkhead with his back to her.

"Please talk to me, D," she whispered, biting her bottom lip so hard she thought it might bleed.

Suddenly, he stood and turned toward her, staring at the ground rather than her eyes. She could only look back at him in disbelief when he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper, "You left me."

Her breath betrayed her when she needed it the most, refusing to provide her lungs with the oxygen they were begging for. She opened her mouth and closed it several times, finding that her voice had also joined the mutiny.

His eyes flickered to hers for a split second, "You need ta go. Muds'll kill me 'f 'ee fin's out you wos in 'ere."

"'He let me down here to fix your arm..." she explained, hoping that he would let her stay. If he would only listen, she knew she could make him understand. She had to tell him why she had done what she had done.

Instead, he strode over to the door and held it open for her, "You need ta go," he repeated. She stood for a stunned minute before obeying, hanging her head as she walked slowly past him.

"Goodnight, Noodle," he whispered as he closed the door. She stifled the gasp educed by the singer's words as the Cyborg leered at her. Regathering herself, she waited until she was on the elevator and the door had closed before paling and leaning against the wall for support as her knees finally joined in the revolt her breath had started, sending her sliding down to the ground. He called her Noodle. Tears leapt into her eyes as she sank to the ground, the weight of that one word confirming for her the fear that had been hounding her for the last three years: She was not his Little Love anymore.


-Dances- Hope you enjoyed it. Read and review, okay. Translations below (if the subtle meanings are off, I'm sorry. Blame the translator!)

Tachisaru- "Leave"

Kutabare- "Drop dead" or "Go to Hell."