Oh Child of Mine

By: keep.your.groove.on.baby

Disclaimer: No

A/N: Just to let all of you know…I even cried after I wrote the prologue. Just the thought…twenty years in the future will we still adore the cartoon band that we try our hardest to make lifelike? Sorry it was depressing…I don't know if the stories going to become happier but it might due to, uh, I don't know…the title?

Meet Noodle Nicalls, 41 year old Japanese woman whom looks like she's still twenty-one. Multi-color eyes due to the fact that Lucifer had an opinion and thought the look suited her so he kept her eyes that way. Married to a Satanist and celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary. Very modest and quiet due to the deaths of her former loved ones: Mike, Russel and Stuart Tusspot a.k.a. 2D. Currently she's pondering the sheer thought of: children, and the effect that would have on her ever-loving "immortal" life and marriage. As for her place in Kong Studios: the maid.

Meet Murdoc Nicalls, 64 year old Satanist with the body of about a thirty year old. To those of you who know or knew him…he's been humbled by twenty years of marriage, love, a healthier lifestyle, and heartbreak. Trying not to think about children at the moment due to the fact that he hasn't had a childhood since he was five. Currently the former bassist is living in the "almost" clean Kong Studios with his loving wife and trying his hardest to adapt to futuristic, oh how do I put this, bullshit.

Murdoc Nicalls stood in the car park of Kong Studios on a dim afternoon during one of the colder days of September. He stood there, rather perturbed, shaking his head and his nose tingling from distant tears that were somewhat begging to fall. His hands rested on his hips, his weight positioned on one leg more so than the other and Cortez perched on his shoulder with a non-caring, blank expression that only a bird can posses. He was staring at the one downfall of being immortal and living in the "future." His cars.

The Geep, which was older than Noodle, was at the point now where no amount of insurance would make the satanic man drive it anywhere except around the car park, which was pointless anyway. Noodle's 24 year old Mustang that he had bought for her after burning her former car was next to the Geep. Both of these were: classics. Too valuable to drive, classics. His eyes painfully scanned down a long row of cars they'd purchased back in their band years for no reason at all. All old classics now that either didn't run or were uninsured or were too valuable. There was at least a hundred. The value of the car ranged from billions at this point to absolutely nothing, from Ferrari to 2D's beat up old Camry which Murdoc and Noodle had unanimously agreed was not getting thrown away due to sentimental value even though 2D's will had said nothing about the car. Murdoc shook his head in disbelief at the beautiful yet painful sight before him. He couldn't sell the lot…it represented the pointless expenditures of their band years and each and every car had a story, a laugh and a fond memory.

With a hateful glare, Murdoc glanced over at the "2030" cars that they had to purchase due to the fact that the couple actually received a notice about the fact that they were still driving "gasoline" cars and, um, sorry about your luck, but nobody else nowadays is. Sure, back in the day there were hybrids and ethanol and hydrogen and all that jazz…but people still used gasoline back then. Well…

Now the only gas station in Essex was the one right down the street from Kong for the simple reason that Murdoc and Noodle were the only ones using it…everyone else abandoned the concept of gasoline and went to electric, hydrogen or hybrid…and even those didn't use gasoline but some hydrogen composite. The world shut down its gas stations and welcomed with open arms the new, cleaner, healthier way to drive. Now…not that the Nicalls weren't for that…but to eliminate gasoline altogether? Heartbreaking. It cost a fortune to have an older model car converted so it didn't rely on gasoline. Everything would have to be rebuilt with the engine, transmission, exhaust, etc. So, altogether, people just trashed them, sold them to museums or kept them in storage for "just in case."

Murdoc stared hatefully at the miniature SUV wannabes that had replaced his classic muscle cars. Screw the environment, it's not like he was going to die from it. Soon after Murdoc and his wife stopped buying gasoline from the local gas station…it shut down almost immediately and was converted into a station for the hybrids or electric cars. Murdoc had made sure to buy every last ounce of gasoline the station had so he could put it in storage, "just in case." The "older man" sighed in despair, hating the fact that the economy had to progress and not just settle for a little bit. Couldn't the bastards just be happy with one way of living?

"Hey sweetie?" he heard his wife call from outside, interrupting his depressing memories. "Yes, dear." He mumbled, slightly annoyed. He glanced over to the open bay of the car park that led to the outside to see Noodle wrapped in a large coat with a fur hood over her head and fuzzy boots wrapped over her feet. She had an excited grin on her face which slightly lifted his spirits. She waved her arm as an indicator for him to come over to her. "Come look at this!" He took one last painful glance at his collection of classical love before lifting the collar of his leather jacket and walking over to her, Cortez flying off his shoulder to the shoulder of his other favorite person. Noodle smiled and rubbed her finger up and down the bird's chest affectionately. She smiled at her husband again and wrapped one arm around his middle and turned around at the same time to look outside.

"Isn't it gorgeous? Over thirty years here and we never knew this place had this kind of potential." Murdoc stared wide eyed at the landscape before him. Oh yes, the land surrounding their home now was worthy enough to be called a landscape. The last of the trucks filled with trash filed out of the gate with large semi trucks carrying the bulldozers that had cleared the land. His eyes scanned over the large mass of greenery that had been hidden under the mounds and mounds of trash. Directly in front of their house stood the electric fence that protected the graves of their loved ones. To their left directly behind where their back porch would be stood the red and white stripe windmill from the Feel Good Inc. and El Mañana videos, repaired and functional upon Noodle's request. Murdoc smiled slightly with pride, his home wasn't a garbage heap anymore…it was something he could be proud of and live with…with his family. He wrapped both of his arms around Noodle affectionately, one arm automatically snaking up her side and finding its way in between her hood and her neck to scratch at the still vibrant scar from…so long ago. Noodle wrapped her other arm around him with a smile and sighed, a quiet purr escaping from her throat due to the attention to her neck.

"I's lovely, dear. S'worth a million bucks already." He heard her sniff as her head buried against his chest, Cortez, who'd been in between their heads on Noodle's shoulder, flying off and situating on Murdoc's other shoulder. The Satanist mentally swore, already knowing what she was about to say, he'd been thinking the same thing, too. "I bet they would have loved to see this…they'd be so proud of us…" Murdoc felt her body begin to tremor slightly and pulled her closer into him in a warm, loving embrace, his cheek resting on her head and his eyes scanning over the new eye candy that was Kong Studios. His heartstrings started to tug obnoxiously and he was beginning to feel guilty, they should have made an effort to clean the place up before but he'd always been cheap with money even though they had plenty of it. His mates would have liked a clean place. Staring out at the property, Murdoc scowled when he noticed something missing.

"'ere's the graves?" He asked suspiciously. He then heard her make that noise that was patented for being her "annoyed/angry" growl. A combination of a growl and a snort which indicated clearly that she had something to do with the missing graves that had been here before Gorillaz were. "I got rid of them." She said evenly, anger apparent in her voice. Ok, he thought, he didn't really care too much considering how much better the lawn of Kong looked. Suddenly another realization hit him that made him a little nervous. "Zombies?" He asked cautiously. That's one thorn in the ass they never bothered to permanently remove. Phase One appeared, to the public, to be a total overhaul of zombie takeout. Well, in a sense yes, but that's only because there was a massive influx of them taking over their home and something had to be done…they didn't completely eliminate them…just minimized them.

Noodle straightened her spine, and inhaled sharply, her gaze fixed upon the newly enhanced landscape before focusing her blue and green eyes on her husband with every amount of serious air she could muster. "I got rid of those, too, Murdoc." He nodded before she could continue and placed a random but sweet kiss upon her lips. "Ok...but wot fo'?" He asked.

Noodle swallowed nervously and lowered her head, biting her bottom lip to continue considering what she was about to say. "'cause I don't want my children to live in an unsafe home." She mumbled with her lip in her mouth.

She didn't see the questioning stare that was leveled at her head until Murdoc lifted her chin with his hand and pulled her lip out of her mouth with his thumb. He stared into her eyes with the same confused look that was aimed at her head earlier. "Say wot, love?" Noodle sighed and slouched slightly. "Murdoc, we have to talk about this eventually. If either of us wish to stay immortal than we have to have children. Those were the rules." She said with a slight pout of her lips.

His brow scrunched up even more. "Are yeh…pregnant?" Noodle glared at him, shaking her head slowly, and then made her angry noise when she saw the look of relief go across the Satanists face. She sighed, tilting her head back and shutting her eyes to calm herself. They'd talk about this later when the time was right and something could actually be done. Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt butterfly kisses placed across her neck and throat and an elongated tongue travel around her throat to her left side to play with the clutter of nerves beneath the black scar. Noodle grinned upon hearing an angry squawk and a sudden flap of wings symbolizing Cortez taking his leave. With her arms wrapped around his body she pulled herself closer to him, her head still leaning back to allow access to the exposed flesh of her throat. Murdoc pulled his tongue back and began to suckle at the spot right beneath her jaw bone, causing his wife's eyes to flutter open with a small gasp.

Noodle licked her lips; this couldn't go too far otherwise they'd never finish the house. "We still have some things to do…" She whispered, stopping his assault on her neck and earning an angry growl from her husband. He pulled away from her neck with an angry scowl on his face and glared at her. "Wot else do we 'ave to do?" He growled out. Noodle smiled and stood on her tip toes to give him a very generous kiss, both parting their lips for each other and tongues delving into each others mouths in a quick caress. She pulled her lips away from his with another heart warming smile and settled back down on her feet. "Well…everything is done except for the first floor. The only thing that has to be cleaned is the kitchen and the lobby." Before Murdoc could open his mouth to claim the easier job Noodle quickly said, "I'll do the kitchen," Murdoc swore and glared at her, Noodle walking away from him into the car park towards the lift with a sultry strut that had his eyes focusing on her rear.

"Damn woman…" he muttered.

"After all," she said loudly, snapping him out of his trance and causing him to glance up at her face. She smirked at him, "isn't that my place? The woman belongs in the kitchen?" And with that she strutted off again to the lift, bending over unnecessarily to push the button to call the lift. The Satanist smirked, quickly walking over to where she stood waiting. Once behind her he grabbed her rear with one hand sharply and the other found its way under her zipped up jacket, causing her to gasp. "Twenty years an' yo' still teasin' me woman?" He growled into her ear. He saw her smirk from the side and she turned her head to gaze heatedly at him. "Remember the incentive here," she reminded him, Murdoc dropping his head with an aggravated sigh. She leaned in close to his head so that her lips were barely touching his ear, "No sex until the house is clean." She whispered before leaving him to get onto the lift. Murdoc scowled angrily at the ground before glaring up at her and walking onto the lift as well.


Noodle sat in the kitchen with her feet propped up on another chair, a hot cup of tea warming her fingers as she watched the gray clouds move lazily across a fading September sky. It had taken her probably twenty minutes tops to clean the kitchen immaculately while she heard her husband down the hall still cursing thirty years of filth and garbage. A cold breeze filtered through the kitchen, causing Noodle to shiver slightly. She turned her head around as much as she could so she could glare at the door across the hall from the kitchen that used to be her room. The door just led to the gaping hole that was her room, all the hot or cold air from the outside seeping through the seams of the doorframe.

Noodle was thinking of how they could seal the door shut so no air would come inside, especially since they never open that door anyway, when Murdoc came bursting through the door, disheveled and of course scowling. Noodle smiled sweetly at him from where she sat relaxing, "So how does the lobby look dear?" He frowned at her and moved to the chair where her feet were resting, lifting her fluffy boots and sitting himself down slowly with a groan, placing her feet in his lap and resting his hands on her shins. He sighed, "The paint's done…stains from tha' fuckin' animal are gone, the fake blood stains are gone, trash is gone. Personally I think it's clean but I know it might not pass yo' inspections, princess," he said with a wicked grin and a condescending pat on her legs. Noodle giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.

"So long as it doesn't smell I think we'll be ok," she said, shivering as another breeze came through the kitchen, "Honey, I think we need to seal the door to my old room. A lot of cold air is coming through and it's dropping the temperature in the house." He acknowledged her with a nod but he was looking off into space thinking. Noodle tilted her head to the side, frowning as she watched him scrunch his brow in contemplation.

"What're you thinking about?" she asked him quietly. He glanced at her from where he had been looking down at the floor, straightening his back with a relieved sigh, "Well, love, I was just thinking that maybe we could turn that lobby," he said, pointing down the hallway, "into our bedroom." Noodle frowned as the queer thought settled itself in her brain. She shook her head, thinking, "What about a nursery?" She said finally, watching him flinch at the subject that involved children.

Noodle growled quietly, "You are the one that wants immortality so bad! And maybe I really do want children regardless of whether I live forever or not!" She huffed, crossing her arms with a pout and turning away from him. Murdoc rolled his eyes in utter exasperation. Was he not once the famed bad ass that used to be in complete control? An abusive alcoholic that treated woman like a toy and nothing more…what the hell had happened to him!

Deciding to cut his losses and go into a full retreat, the Satanist stood, placing Noodle's feet back in the chair before picking her up bridal style, earning a squeak of shock from the Japanese woman. "Murdoc! What're you doing, put me down!" She shouted, smacking him on the chest until he smacked her on her bottom...just like over twenty years ago.

He smirked at her, "We are goin' to go make babies so you'll shut up, woman. Now stop squirmin'," he said smugly, walking towards the first floor lobby. Noodle pouted again and was about to retort until she realized that she couldn't (and didn't want to) argue with her husband. After all…they were technically finished with the house, inside and out, why not celebrate by making babies?

Noodle snorted with a shrug before wrapping her arms around Murdoc's neck and pulling his face to hers, kissing him lovingly as he reached the door. With awkward maneuvering and a few curses muffled by kisses, the door was opened and Murdoc carried Noodle across their threshold for the first time since they've been married. He brought her into the center of the empty, clean room and placed her down gently on the floor, breaking the kiss with a smile. Noodle smiled back at him and sighed while he fumbled with the zipper on her jacket, "So do you think we'll have a boy or a girl?" She asked dreamily. Murdoc didn't respond immediately, just shrugged as he succeeded with the zipper on Noodle's oversized jacket and pulled it off her, frowning when he saw several layers of shirts on her small frame. "'ow would I know, love?" He asked, pulling off a sweater, a long sleeve shirt, a t-shirt and an undershirt all at once, with a satisfied laugh.

Noodle laughed at him, "Because the man," she said pointing at his chest, "determines the sex of the baby," Murdoc's eyebrows went up at the word 'sex' but frowned again as he paused his task with her clothes to glance at her, "'ow?"

"Um, genetics?" Noodle said rolling her eyes. He shrugged as Noodle sat up with a sultry grin, wearing only a bra and her pants, her boots having been kicked off long before. She unzipped his leather jacket and slid it off his shoulders, capturing his lips with her own as she raised herself to her knees to pull his one shirt off over his head and then resuming the kiss as he fiddled with the snaps of her bra. "Well," he said in between kisses, "I was…the youngest…of…seven…boys."

Noodle's eyes popped open and her jaw dropped as she pulled away to stare at him in awe, "S-seven boys!" She exclaimed. Murdoc nodded, stretching to unhook her bra since she'd pulled away. Noodle grabbed his arms and raised them away from her back, earning a frown and a rare whine from her husband as she gawked back at him, stunned.

"You didn't tell me you had brothers! Especially six of them!" She exclaimed. Murdoc sighed in frustration from being denied what he's been aching for, for several months now. He licked his lips, his eyes heavenward, "My folks didn't believe in any type o' contraceptive. Now will yeh please stop stallin'?" He whined again, receiving a snort from his wife as she pressed her breasts against his bare chest.

"Fine you big baby but you owe me!" She said, jokingly. Murdoc chuckled, lowering her to the carpeted floor again, this time following her down, "Fo' all eternity love…fo' all eternity."