Quick Author's Note:

I freaked out when I watched the music video "Tomorrow Comes Today" for the hundredth time. Nearing the end of the song, you see pills floating toward the camera and they were green and white headache pills…

At the beginning of my story I had green and white pills. The colors were picked at random…

I just thought I'd like to say how cool it was that I picked the colors shown in one of their music videos…

Anyway… back to the story…!


(2D's POV)

The sun had sunken well below the horizon and the stars had begun to shine overhead, leaving Stuart Pot and Russel Hobbs basking in the light that shone from the moon.

"…and tha' wos when I woke up to find Noods there besi' mah bed, holdin' mah hand like she'd never left in the first place…and I… I dunno Russ… I's like she changed or somefink. I dun know how, but she's differen'."

Russel lifted a massive hand and laid it on his head, letting out a deep breath, "D', she's not a little girl anymore. She's still the same Noodle she was when she disappeared, but she's grown up, and too quickly for her own good, I might add. She's been through Hell more than a few times and I wouldn't question her ability to throw a few nasty hits at anyone who dare hurt her. But I'd be sure to crush their cracker-ass if they lay one hand on my Baby Girl."

I wouldn't doubt you either, Russ…

But, that's not entirely what I meant… She's matured…eye-catching.

Stuart shuddered and he regretted his thoughts about Noodle. Although she'd grown to be a beautiful young woman, it was wrong of him to think of her like that. He'd known her ever since she was a measly ten years old who had no idea to speak his language other than her own name. He considered her a little sister then-not someone who was sexually different than him who had feminine issues of her own.

She took me by surprise, actually, when I first saw her. She lacked the body figure of a woman years ago and when she turned up in my room today, I was completely thrown off. She looked nothing like herself, other than the fact that she had the same color of hair and eyes and same Asian characteristics. Her name no longer matched the way she looked: toned muscles, larger bust and hips, taller height and defined jaw line.

No longer was his little Noods a "pretty girl". She had the natural beauty of a woman and 2D began to feel something stir inside of himself. Horror struck him and his stomach began to churn violently, a sick flow of warmth spreading through his chest.

"Yo 'D… You feelin' okay? You're lookin' a little green."

This wasn't happening to him….

I left the band when I thought she died… I've dreamt only about her for the past five years every night I dared fall asleep. I longed to be out with her on that island, the day it plummeted down from the skies. I hoped that she'd still be alive and every morning I was left to myself, exhausted of the nightmares she visited me in… and this is what it was from? This is why I've done and felt all these things? What… I can't… I…

"Thanks Russel-kun. That really means a lot…," Noodle's voice rang out.

Flinching, 2D took his widened eyes to see the silhouette of Noodle standing over him in the darkness. The light of the moon shined on her silky hair and outlined her figure, making him shudder again. He swallowed and flashed his eyes back to the black water that pushed beneath his feet.

I can't look her in the face now… Great…

He sighed quietly and Noodle continued quietly, "um… Toochie… can I ask you a favor…?"

Her voice trembled and hesitated, and he could tell she was trying to control her voice for whatever reason, but he simply shrugged and looked back to the woman, avoiding her eyes and staring at her forehead. "What is it, Love?"

Noodle scratched the back of her head, shifting her feet until she stomped and crossed her arms over her chest and grumbled out, "since Murdoc didn't furnish the island enough to make everyone rooms, I have no place to sleep… and the last damn place I want to be is anywhere near Muds. So…I was wanting to know…"

She stopped mid-sentence and looked to Russel who was watching the couple intently before grumbling out, "if you could share your room with me."

2D choked on his saliva, and continued into a coughing spasm, covering his face and feeling his cheeks grow hot in embarrassment. He'd only been thinking about hormonal changes and how she matured seconds ago, and now she wanted to share his bed with him.

Good God!

"Sorry Noodle, I think something caught in my throat for a second. Yeh… I don't mind tha'…," Stuart's voice trailed off and he took his head out of his hands and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, pushing out the awkward thoughts that began to enter his brain.

"Sorry about how messy mah room is… I'll tidy ih' up for yew, yeah,"

2D managed to get onto his feet and walked off of the pier, waving goodbye to the unsightly large man in the water before stalking off to the elevator.

Cool off and stop botherin' yourself about ih. Don't think about the whole mess about your feelin's and do whatever you can to help Noodle. This ain't a dream, and this isn't a fairytale either. So don't treat it like one and move on.

Oh this is so wrong…

His stomach began to churn again as he tried to piece everything together. The feelings he might've had before El' Manana happened, the dreams he had all those years when he believed her to be dead, and now her return as a beautiful, full-grown woman who asked to sleep in his bed with him…

The irony of it all kept 2D in a trance as he headed down the elevator shaft and entered his room, blindly picking up items and sorting them into an orderly fashion in their appropriate spots, or stuffed under his bed. It took him a mere fifteen minutes to clean his cement floor and fix the sheets and comforter on his bed and he realized when he stopped in the center of his room, that Noodle hadn't followed him.

2D smoothed the covers of his bed, nervous of the idea that Noodle was going to sleep in his room again.

He took his eyes to the floor and lost himself in his thoughts; nostalgia flooded over him and brought him to his past.

When she was much younger, a newly made member of the band, she made 2D her refuge when nightmares or something scary had frightened her. She'd come running into his bedroom at night, shaking him awake and crying out what little English she could come up with to let him know she was afraid. As a protective "adoptive" brother, he let her crawl into his bed and fall asleep with her head on his chest.

But…that was years ago when she was a child; not a grown woman with bruises all over her body. But in the same light, that was when she was in need of comfort. She's in need of comfort now, as in a place to sleep.

Letting out a long, strangled sigh, he frowned and took his eyes to the alarm clock.

8:27 PM

I better go take a shower; I've been sweating all day and I know she doesn't want to sleep next to that smell…

2D begrudgingly opened his dresser drawers and his face went numb when all he could find was a pair of boxers and pajama pants. All of his shirts were thrown in a dirty laundry basket on the other side of the room.

"I usually sleep in mah underwear… But not tonight! Wish there wos ah shirt to pair this wif…," he whispered to himself.

Grabbing the clump of clothes, he took off, entering the elevator which took him to the hallway leading to Murdoc's bedroom. Off to the right, however, was a door that opened to a bathroom, complete with a shower, toilet, mirror and sink installed.

Grabbing a towel from the cabinet below the sink, he laid it on the rack and turned on the tower head, turning the knob to the highest heat setting before he stripped down to his underwear. He furrowed his eyebrows together, studying himself in the mirror.

His rib cage slightly poked out from his hips and his collarbone was hollow as his skin hugged tightly to his body. His arms and legs were lean and muscled and his stomach showed no signs of abdominal muscles- which was fine because he didn't really care all that much for self image. He let that go when his eyes had been pushed in and the dents in his head made him frightening to many at a first glance. He was used to publicity reacting to his image, but that was years ago; now he lived away from the paparazzi and city streets filled with people. Lonely silence on a rotting beach was all he had to live on now. So what did it matter what he looked like?

Looking away from the mirror, he shrugged off the last of his clothes before he stepped into the shower, letting the hot water crawl down his back and relax the nerves that buzzed beneath his skin and hoping for the steam to clear out the stress that clouded the feelings in his head.


(Author's Note)

2D, don't go thinking naughty thoughts now… We don't need that when Noodle's gonna spend the night in your room. Nope.

And aww. Noodle was so worried and nervous in asking him… But maybe that's cause she was angry at the idea that she wanted to stay far away from Muds. Not that she would ever sleep in his room anyway. He was frightening enough during the day- she didn't want to see that mess at night in his bedroom.

Shudders… MOVING ON!

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