"SHUT IT UP, WOULD YOU!" cried Murdoc. He staggered into the kitchen, a grotesquely stained pillow covered his ears and his face was painted with a Picasso expression of anger, exhaustion and pure malice.

"We have been...for three hours...errh." Russel slurred, his eyes hooded with deep purple-blue bags. Cradled in his meaty arm was the wailing babe, crying in all hysterity. They were seated a the table, with Russel looking as if he hadn't slept in days. 2D was on the floor, slumped over with a cigarette hanging out from his bottom lip, moaning.

"Yeah, Murdoc, it ain't easy yer know?" 2D supplied, receiving only a swift kick in the stomach for his contributions. He fell to the floor, moaning, clutching his wounded stomach.

"Shut it, face-ache! How do we get this thing to shut up!" Murdoc hissed, pacing the kitchen, stroking his stubbled chin.

"Well when I was a kid, I used to have a mug of warm cocoa and-"

"Shut up, Russ. No one cares about your sentimentality. Now when I was a boy, the only thing that lulled me to sleep was the sound of my brother Hannibal's record player...Yeah! That it! I got it! We get the kid to sleep by playing some music! Brilliant!" Murdoc laughed, rushing out of the room to collect CDs. Russ sighed loudly, hoping that Murdocs 'lullaby' selection was tasteful. Murdoc kicked the kitchen door open a few minutes later, both arms filled with stacks of CDs and held a tiny, multifunction music player in his sharp, green jaws.

"Yo', these better be good otherwise I'mma kick yo' puny ass back to hell." Russ threatened half-heartedly, his eyes shutting involuntarily, still cradling baby Adren.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, it's brilliant." Murdoc waved the larger man off, sorting CDs and placing them into the player.

"No these will play in order, yeah? So it's all organised and smooth," Murdoc explained, his hands flitting through CDs, "I'm thinking a little Sabbath, a little AC/DC and then topped off with a little KISS...a nice compilation. What do ya think, Russ?...Russ?"

But Russ didn't answer, his face fell to the table, the cap on his bald head floating high above his head eerily. This only meant one thing; Del had risen.

The kitchen was set alight with neon blue, the colour staining every corner of the filthy kitchen. 2D sat up, his black eyes filled with awe.

"Rrrrrright! What the hell is that noise!" Del shouted as he materialized.

"Me kid, Del. It won't shut up...the little face ache. I'm going to play some...heh, soothing music to lull it to sleep." Murdoc explained, not paying any attention to the flickering blue apparition. Del swooped over Murdocs shoulder, viewing his collection, tsking his tongue.

"WHAT!"

"It stuff won't even send King Kong to sleep, you dig?"

"SHE'S MY KID! OF COURSE SHE'LL FALL ASLEEP TO IT!" Murdoc screamed in Dels ear, spittle flying through him.

Ignoring the angry Satanist, Del walked (well sort of 'moved') out of the room and came back with a larger pile of disks and a grin on his live-wire face.

"This stuff is the shiz, you dig?" he said, laying down the millions of disks.

Murdoc shook his head and pressed play on the loaded CD player, it erupting with heavy metal sound. The little baby, still nestled in Russel's big arms stopped for a few seconds, her new brain processing the noise and started bawling again. Murdoc looked aghast. How could any child of his not like any of his music! The music that made him the man he was today! He scowled, pressing stop and shoving the player to Del.

"'Ere, you have a turn. I'm out of here, man." He stormed out...probably to have a smoke...or a have piss, you choose.

Del smiled and opened the player. Hmmm, what to choose? Maybe a little funk...or some hip-hop? It was hard to think with the kid wailing in the background. He took a look at the mini-Murdoc and laughed. The girl was hungry!

"Yo' D! Run down to the corner store and get some of dat formula milk stuff...the baby crap. Here's some money." he pulled out one hundred quid and chucked it at 2Ds head. He got up, glad to have a task and left the ghost to his musings.

"Hey there, tiny girl...s'alright, yo' uncle Del is here. I'mma set yo' straight, ya' dig?" he cooed to the baby. To his surprise, she stopped her crying and stared at Del, not quite sure of what to think. Or how to react. Del smiled and chose the first CD, a funk track. Baby Adren seemed to like it, in fact she stop crying and listened with great interest. However, the CD lost her attention and the wailing started off again.

"Oh crap...um, um, here!" Del flicked anxiously through disks, placing an ancient Disco disk in. Adren, once again, listened with great intent but showed her appreciation by bawling. Del tried several other genres, finally trying an old House music disk, thinking 'Hey, might as well try it!'.

A miracle happened, Adren stopped her ever-present cries and started moving along to the beat. Del grinned, his mission complete.

"Oi, Del! I got the stuff! 'ere! Whotchu' fink? Good enuff'?" 2D stumbled in, setting out the huge tin of power atop the mess of disks.

"That'll do, 'D, that'll do."


WHOO! I finished! Wholey Cow Abortions, that was incredible! Fun fact: The first time I typed this up, my computer shut down...and I forgot to save my work...

Yeeeah! I incorperated Delly into this, so it's obvious that this takes place 'round Phase 1. May go into Phase 2 as well..dunno yet. I think, I think I'll make Baby Adren some house music freak and yeah...agaisnt Heavy Metal like her dad? I dunno yet :)

R&R, if you please...

EDIT: I just finished editing my work. YAY FOR BAD SPELLING! :) Hopefully it's easier to read now...oh and I am a Del-fan, just incase you didn't notice xD