Disclamer: I do not own the song, or the characters, they belong to Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett....

Where's the love song? To set us free...

2D stared blankly at his cielling, the usual migranes put at bay by the medicine that made him seem a mindless zombie to the rest of his housemates. He wasn't though, when he was on meds is when he thought clearest...he just wasn't able to communicate his thoughts well while under their influence. He wished he could though...If I could get my thoughts outta my head, maybe I could fix things with the band...with Murdoc.

At that last thought he heard the winnebago door slam in the carpark, and someone angrily stomp part his door on the way out. I wonder where he's goin', 2D thought, finally ran out of alcohal I 'spose. Ever since Noodle had dissapeared he'd been distant, even when he wasn't locked in his room, he felt locked up alone. It wasn't just him though, everyone had been distant...espeacially Murdoc. Murdoc hadn't left the winne in three days, he hadn't talked to anyone in three weeks. 2D felt a pang in his heart at remembering what had been said when he last did talk...

2D was sitting at the kitchen table, not really doing much of anything, just sitting. Then Murdoc walked in, sat down, taking out a ciggarette and lighting it before saying, "Oi! Faceache, whatcha starin' at?"

"Wot?" was all 2D replied.

"I said, whatcha starin' at? And don't make me repeat myself again."Murdoc grumbled back.

"Not starin' at nuthin'...jus' thinkin'..."

"'Bout what?" Murdoc boredly asked taking a drag of his ciggarette.

"Jus' a new song idea-" 2D was cut off.

"Whatcha mean 'new song'? The Gorillaz are over." Murdoc said bitterly.

"Wot?, "2D dumbly asked again, " I though' soon as Noodle comes ba-"

"She's not coming back! It's all fuckin' over..." With that Murdoc's ciggarette went out, and he muttered something along the lines of, 'damn cheap things..' , and proceeded to stare down at the table after flicking it away.

2D reached across the table and touched Murdoc's hand, and said, "Maybe not..." for a moment Murdoc looked up at 2D with emotion 2D wasn't sure if he'd ever recognized him showing before. But as soon as it was there it was gone, replaced by his usual scowl. He yanked his hand away and said, "It is...and so is this, " he motioned between himself and 2D, " whatever the hell we were...No more music, no more us...got that through your thick skull, you dullard?"

2D just sat there, staring at where Murdoc's hand had been that he had been covering. Murdoc grumbled "Whatever.." , and stood up from the table and walked off to another part of the studios. 2D just sat there for a few more minutes before saying, "Maybe not..."

But it was over...just like Murdoc had said, 2D thought, feeling another pang at thinking this. The music was gone, he hadn't touched a keyboard, or written a lyric, or even hummed a tune since then...the music seemed to have drifted off to happier times...times when Murdoc and him were still 'whatever the hell they were'. 2D sighed and turned over, hearing the the shuffling of feet and the slamming of the door outside his room. The slam echoed in his mind as a sleeping pill he took kicked in, and he drifted off to a dreamless sleep, away from his problems.

A/N: Well, I got sudden inspiration from a Blur song to write a Gorillaz fic finally...had been wanting to for awhile...Well review, I'd like some input... I shall try and update soon, if I don't start then finish another chapter just after this... ^_^