Sleep Well (or The Five Times 2-D Fell Asleep On Murdoc and The One Time It Was The Other Way Around)

It was late when they finally finished the concert, Murdoc having his fill of bragging to the surprised fans. By the time Russel pulled him away, gesturing angrily to the sleeping girl and the singer who was swaying on his feet, he had collected more than a few numbers.

They waded through the sea off insane fans to there trailer. Murdoc hissing and curseing at anyone who got to close to the exhausted singer he had in his grip. Russel having a similar problem as he held the already sleeping noodle above the crowd. Once they closed the door to the metal box behind them they were bombarded by a reporter pushing them to the couch and setting up a camera. Ignoring any and all complaints by Russel who said that they were all exhausted and needed some sleep.

"Hello. My name is Camron Walaby, a reporter for the Wired Magazen." The reporter introduced, holding out a hand to awards the green man who had situated himself on the couch next to 2-D.

"Gonna go put Noodle to bed." Russel interupted, pushing past the young reporter, as he walked into the other room carrying the sleeping 10 year old in one arm.

"But I need all the band members for the interview." The reporter called out, a bit rudely.

"I'm sure Murdoc will answer any questions you got." Russel snapped at the trespassing reporter.

"Why the fuck do you have to video this for a magazine?" Murdoc growled, ignoring the offered hand and splaying his arms out along the back of the couch. 2-D jumped a little at Murdoc's yell before situating himself agian, the two men's knees and thighs pressed together. The reporters sharp eyes looked between the two of them but said nothing.

"That's quite a big crowd for just your first concert. Having so much success early on must be so exhausting." He said, ignoring Murdoc's displeasure. Leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs.

Murdoc snorted, nudging his singer as the blue haired head began to nod and eye lids began to droop. "Yeah, you could say that." He mumbled distractedly shaking the other awake. 2-D whined, forcing his eyes open and shaking his head to wake himself up.

"2-D this is your first time in a band and your first time on stage, correct?"
This singer nodded, resting his head on the green mans shoulder. Murdoc sighed, choosing to ignore how the other snuggled closer and the eyes of the reporter watching them closely. "Well no' really, I mean, I was in a talan' show once back in school." He mumbled. "Played keyboard. Go' 2nd place to this arsehole named Kenny Wal'ers, who sang some American song."

The reporter looked uninterested. "Hmm.. and how did you come about being in this one?"

Stuart smiled in his exhasted state. "Muds 'it me with 'is car." He answer slightly slurred half-consciously. Murdoc rolled his eyes at the reporters look of shock, bringing his arm around 2-D's waist territorially.

"It's not what you think, I hadn't done it in purpose. The dullard didn't move out of me fuckin' way." He though he heard a hint of guilt in the others voice. "He drove his car into my.. Place of work." Stu said with a yawn. "Ran me over a and fractured me left eye. I was in a comatose state for a while. Murdoc took care of me."

"God bless the British justice system. They put me in charge of yew."

"It was either that or jail. So I obviously chose 30,000 hours of community service, plus 10 hours every week of caring for the vegetabilized Stu-Pot" Murdoc griminced. "It was bloody awful had to do everything for this git, only 19, he was with his one blue eye and a bandage covering the left one. Starring at me all the time with a stupid grin on his face."

Stuart smiled.

"See that one, that one right there." Murdoc said, a wide grin on his face, pointing to the smile on 2-D's content face. Stu giggled, hiding his face in Murdoc's shoulder. " I don't remember most of it. All I remember is I saw this shitty car come at me face and then I'm waking up in a parkin' lot, bleeding real heavy. Turnin aroud and seein Murdic starring at me weird."

Murdoc chuckled, beginning to tell the story. "We were in this car park in Nottingham and I had just finished pulling off some very snazzy 3-hundred-and-60-degree donuts. I had a proper burn on, getting some real good smoke off the tires. The girls were standing around and the were rrrealy impressed, so I thought i'd take it up a notch, yeh. Took my foot off the break and went in for a grand finale. I was probably hitting about 90 when 2-D got catapulted through the windscreen. He probably slid about 500 yards before he landed face first on a curb. Um.. Whoops."

"Really?" 2-D huffed. "Yeh, that's when your second eye went." He answered, favoring the nearly asleep singer. "You flew through the windscreen about 70 miles in hour , landing on yer head once more, then you skidded on your face for about half a mile." he retold. He grinned animatedly, looking down at the blue haired mans face.

"But my God." He started. "He stood up really slowly." he said now facing the reporter. "His back was still towards me, really slowly he turned around like one of those zombies in those films he watches. And there were... No eyes. A vacant stare. Oh, it looked great! A blue haired, black eyed god! I knew it make the girls go wild, I knew I had it. Tho he was sort of mental, I had my frontman."

The reporter looked horrified.

Murdoc continued his story. An d as he talked animatedly, an arm still around the singers waste he closed his eyes for the last time and drifted off to the sound of Murdoc's gravely voice, re telling the story of how the band came to be.

BONUS:
Murdoc woke the next day on the couch with Noodle poking insestantly at his crooked nose, spewing out words in Japanese. He groaned, rolling over to face her.

"What is it!" He snapped, shielding his eyes from view.

A brightly colored magazine was thrust in his face. He groaned and sat up, briefly wondering were his shirt had gone before taking the magazine the girl had been so insistent about. He looked at the page thoughtfully for a second, before realizing what it had said.

He shot up from his place on the couch and gripped the article in his hands. "2-D! You fuckin dullard!" He shouted beginning to march off into 2-D's room.

On the article was a picture of the bassist and the singer. His arm wrapped around 2-D and the blue head asleep on his shoulder, a stupid little smile in his face. The satanist in the middle talking animatedly about something, little hearts surronded the picture and big bold letters it read "A Couple?"

wow look a chapter thing what ? so anyway this one is stupid it will get better maybe ? I'm not very good at plot so I mean not to use you guys but the fic is mostly practise :( anyway I would very much like some reviews and constructive criticism. oh and merry christmas guys !