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Unfortunately this story's gonna be a little longer than expected, purely due to the fact that the next chapter was too long to write out as just one chapter so there's going to have to be at least another one of these before it's finished, enjoy!


Murdoc stepped out of the lift and quickly paced over to 2D who was currently thrashing against his restraints.

"Hey there mate", Murdoc called, moving to the side of 2D's bed in an attempt to calm him, "It's alright, how'd you feel?".

Noticing the proximity of the bassist, 2D stopped struggling and just looked away, refusing to answer.

Murdoc sighed sadly, hoping that this wasn't going to be another one of those silent days, 2D talked more than he used to but there were still days when he'd respond negatively to physical contact and refuse to communicate.

Kneeling down at the stubborn pianist's side, Murdoc grabbed at one of the leather straps and started to undo it, accidentally brushing his hand against 2D's upper arm in the process. 2D whined at the physical contact, retracting his arm back as far as he could and tried to wriggle and shift away from Murdoc.

"Shush", Murdoc's gravelly voice gently spoke, "I'm just undoing your-", (Murdoc couldn't take using the word 'restraints' and started again), "I'm just helping you up".

2D made another whimpering noise, staring at Murdoc as if he was a stranger. Murdoc tried to ignore the expression, he knew 2D didn't recognise him. 2D had amnesia, whether due to mental trauma or head injury from incidents at the pirate ship, Murdoc didn't know. From what 2D had said he couldn't remember anything from before the pirates 'rescued' him from his raft.

2D now calm, Murdoc continued to unbuckle the straps, not bothering to look up as he heard Cyborg enter the room with food for 2D.

Finished undoing the final strap, Murdoc took a bowl of thick vegetable soup from Cyborg and turned to 2D, giving a forced smile to the catatonic singer, "Look what I got for you 2D, warm veggie soup, you love this stuff!".

Not even bothering to look towards Murdoc, 2D continued to lie there silently, Murdoc sighed and smiled sadly, "Come on mate, yer food'll get cold".

Murdoc put the soup down and gently pushed the unresponsive 2D into a sitting position so that his back leant against the wall. Silently Murdoc picked the bowl of soup back up, trying it himself first to make sure it wasn't too hot before he scooped some up in a spoon and put it to 2D's lips, basically baby feeding him until 2D finally shifted and robotically took the bowl and spoon from Murdoc, feeding himself.

2D continued to look away but Murdoc just smiled, seeing the singer act less catatonic than he had done during other days.

Wake 2D up, go with whatever kind of mood he might be in and convince him to eat something, it had been the same way since 2D had been brought back.

After the soup, Murdoc handed him a small sandwich and a drink, watching to make sure he ate everything, it was rare he'd accept more than this one meal a day.

Finished, Murdoc sat closer, looking into 2D's slightly less disorientated orbs and asked the same questions he always asked, "Alright mate, do you know where we are?".

"Plastic Beach".

"Who am I?".

"Murdoc Niccals".

"What's your name?".

"Stuart Pot or 2D".

"Did we used to be in a band?".

"Yeah, Gorillaz, there was two others Russel and Noodle… I was a singer".

"Do want to go outside today?".

"Yeah".


The same routine as always (2D didn't react well to change), they first went to the lounge, Murdoc would put on the same thirty minute long video he always put on, it was a home movie from phase 2.

Murdoc sat next to 2D and checked, cleaned and re-bandaged his wounds (taking special attention to the mutilated wrists from 2D's most recent suicide attempt) whilst also narrating through the video, telling 2D who the two others in the video were, explaining the various songs and goings on.

2D would occasionally smile lightly at some of the funnier goings on but Murdoc was always disappointed by 2D's answers at the end, he didn't remember being in a band- He didn't remember anything from before the pirate ship and he still didn't trust Murdoc.


After that, he'd take 2D to the studio room and let him play with the instruments, he'd never force 2D to try and play to record, any kind of aggressive or forceful behaviour just instantly made 2D fall to the floor and curl into a ball, frantically shaking and loudly begging not to be hurt, it was horrible watching him like that.

Murdoc sat down on a piano stool and silently watched as 2D fiddled with the instruments, flicking some strings on an old bass guitar and tapping a few drums. It was like watching a child play and it just made Murdoc realise more and more how the person that Cyborg had brought back wasn't quite 2D anymore, sure he had always been a bit slow and irresponsible, but he'd always been an adult, now he was nothing but a rough blueprint of the original.

Watching 2D mess around with the drums, Murdoc thought back to the day that he'd got 2D back.

Cyborg had brought the unconscious singer to Murdoc's room and laid him out on the floor, 2D'd been covered (basically swaddled) in a long, thin ragged blanket.

Murdoc had cried in relief, kneeling down and hugging 2D, just holding the unconscious lad for a few minutes before he realised that 2D wasn't wearing anything under the blanket.

Murdoc had glanced to look at 2D's apparently conscious form, taking in his dull eyes and bruised face, he tried to talk to the singer but his only response was a quiet gasp when Murdoc tried to touch a still bleeding cut to the side of his head.

Standing up, Murdoc had Cyborg carry 2D to a large bathroom where a shallow empty hot tub was waiting. Cyborg gently unwrapped the blanket and placed 2D in the tub, holding him up by his shoulders.

Murdoc had grimaced when he saw the rest of 2D's body, blood, grime, infected cuts and bite marks adorned his upper body, his hips and waist were littered with finger shaped bruises and his lower half was- bloody.

"Summer don't know me… Know me…".

Murdoc blinked coming back to the present and staring at 2D who stood at an old piano playing a few simple keys to El Manana and trying to remember the song lyrics.

Sudden hope flooded Murdoc, he hadn't let 2D hear that song (it had too many negative emotions tied to it), but this had to mean he could remember something right?

"Summer don't know me…", 2D's brow furrowed as he struggled to remember the lyrics, "Don't know me…", 2D made an irritated sound and purposefully hit a few wrong piano notes.

Worried he would give up trying, Murdoc quickly interjected, "…Don't know me at all, eager man that's all". 2D paused before nodding slightly and repeating the prompted lyrics.

It carried on like that for a while, 2D would remember some of the lyrics and Murdoc would only prompt when needed, even getting up at one point to play along with 2D in a simple piano duet.

When it was over Murdoc smiled but 2D just looked thoughtful, "Noodle's dead isn't she?". Murdoc's face fell slightly, trying to come up with an easy answer, he eventually settled for, "It's complicated".

2D just nodded in response, still looking thoughtful. Murdoc shrugged his shoulders, not liking the way this conversation was going, "How bout we go fer that walk now?"

"Okay".


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