Sorry this one's soooo late, I've got exams and oh my god I am dying :( but I finally made enough time to write this, hope you enjoy it!

Murdoc breathed in the scent of butterscotch, and felt a warm, slender body leaning against his. Funny, he didn't remember having a bird last night.. He stiffened when he realized who else smelt like butterscotch. His eyes flew open and his vision was blurred by locks of blue hair. He quickly sat up.

Why the fuck was he lying in 2D's bed? Why did he have his arm around him.. Relief washed over him as he remembered the nights events. He chuckled bitterly at himself for jumping to conclusions. 2D groaned and twitched in his sleep.

Murdoc untangled his legs from the singers, and jumped out of the bed.

Even if nothing had happened, it was still too close for comfort.

He went to the kitchen and wondered what he'd have for breakfast.

He pulled open the cupboards and cursed. All he could see were three molding slices of bread.

Growling, he opened the fridge. Six packs of beer, milk and for some strange reason, pudding. He shrugged and pulled the pudding out of the fridge.

He'd have to tell Cyborg to go shopping later. He grabbed a spoon and started eating the caramel pudding.

He remembered he'd have to leave some for 2D. Sighing, he threw his spoon in the sink and pushed his makeshift breakfast away from him.

He lit a cigarette and leaned back, putting his feet on the table.

A sudden crash made him fall backwards on his head.

He yelled and before he had a chance to get back up, a groaning 2D stumbled into the kitchen. He was rubbing his head.

The singer looked around, and to his surprise saw Murdoc lying on the ground in front of him, glaring up at him.

"Muds?" 2D said sheepishly.

Murdoc growled and rolled sideways onto the floor.

"What the fuck was that noise?" he snarled as he picked himself off of the ground.

"I fell out of bed.." 2D yawned.

"Bloody hell," Murdoc cursed. "You made me fall backwards."

2D grinned. "Sorry, Muds!"

Murdoc rolled his eyes. "There's your breakfast. It's not much, but-"

"Ooh! Pudding!" 2D said delighted, and grabbed a spoon and started eating.

Murdoc looked at him, not knowing whether to be angry or amused.

He decided on amused.

2D stuck the spoon in his mouth. "So what are we going to do today, Muds?" he asked.

Murdoc leaned against the door frame. "We'll practice for a while and then we'll see," he replied vaguely.

2D nodded.

They stayed silent for a while, 2D eating his pudding and Murdoc smoking his cig.

"D..?" Murdoc suddenly said.

2D looked up. "Yeah?"

Murdoc hesitated. "What did Cyborg Noodle do to the mechanic?"

2D down again at his pudding. "She took him back to land, I think," he said quietly.

Murdoc shut his mouth, not wanting to upset 2D. He'd ask her himself later.

"Right. Well, meet me in the studio in an hour," he said briskly, and marched out of the kitchen.

He mentally punched himself while walking to the stairs. It wasn't that he thought it wasn't important enough to talk about, he just wasn't sure how he'd cope with discussing the topic. He might lose control and do something he'd regret. Or worse, he'd have some kind of breakdown.. He shuddered. He didn't like the thought of people seeing his emotions one bit.

He'd learned to mask them because of his father. His father, who constantly beat him and humiliated him. He had made the hard shell around Murdoc's heart develop. He learned the hard way that the best way to cope with things, was by putting on an emotionless mask and act like he didn't give a shit.

When his father kicked him for getting him the wrong beer, he put on his mask.

When his father made him sell his clothes for money for alcohol, he put on his mask.

When his father got drunk and threw bottles so hard at him that they broke, he put on his fucking mask.

Because the only thing Murdoc had left was his pride. So there was no way in hell he was going to let this man see he was hurt in any way. He could beat him, punch him, kick him, scream at him, do whatever he could, but Murdoc would not give the slightest frown.

And it had left its scar on Murdoc. Now he felt he was incapable of taking off his mask, and when he did, he felt incredibly vulnerable.

"Muds?"

He turned around, shocked. He realized he had been standing still. 2D was standing in the doorway, looking wary.

Murdoc blinked, getting himself out of his ocean of thoughts.

"Muds, are you okay?" 2D asked.

"Yeah, dentface, I'm fine," Murdoc quickly recovered. "Was just thinking."

"What about?" 2D asked curiously.

"Nothing," Murdoc said, and quickly went to the stairs.

He had forgotten that 2D had to follow him to get to his own room. Awkwardly, he tried not to look back and to get to his room as quickly as possible.

He glanced backward, and saw to his relief that 2D wasn't even looking at him. He was climbing the stairs slowly, lost in his own thoughts.

With a last glance, Murdoc reached his floor and closed the master bedroom door behind him.

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"Just looking out on the day when you're close to me

When you're close to me

When you're close to me." 2D finished the last verse of the song.

They were both silent for a moment.

"Wow, Muds. I didn't know you had it in you to write songs like that," 2D said then.

Murdoc didn't reply. He just put down his bass carefully, and lit a cigarette.

Then 2D asked the question Murdoc had been fearing.

"Who's it about?"

Murdoc looked at 2D with the strangest expression.

Then: "No-one."

2D turned away, disappointed. "Okay."

An awkward silence fell between them.

"Do you want to play video games?" Murdoc then blurted out.

2D turned back with a delighted expression. "You've got video games here?"

Murdoc took an amused step back at his enthusiasm. "Yeah, I've got a couple. Want to go check 'em out?"

"Yes!" 2D exclaimed happily, and starting hopping to the stairs.

Chuckling, Murdoc followed him down the stairs. 2D suddenly stopped, making Murdoc bump into him.

"Wait.. where are we going?" 2D asked sheepishly.

Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Living room."

"Okay!" 2D said cheerfully, and continued his trip down the stairs.

When they got to the living room, 2D waited impatiently for Murdoc to get the games from the drawer. He set the games on the table for 2D to choose, and started hooking up the television.

When he'd finished, he turned back to 2D who was holding up some kind of zombie shooting game with a big grin.

Murdoc rolled his eyes again and snatched the game from his hand. He gave 2D a controller, and after he inserted the game, took one himself and plopped down on the couch.

The game started. 2D gave an excited squeal and started pressing random buttons.

The point of the game was to kill as many zombies as you could before they ate you. The two players made one team, and together you had protect yourself and each other.

"Cover my back, dullard, I'm going to kill Axehead over there!" Murdoc ordered.

His character shot down the zombie with the axe in his head, while 2D's character shot down any other zombies.

"Muds, get that one! Quick!" 2D shouted, while he was fighting the zombie in front of him and another was coming at him from the side.

Murdoc's character, however, was leisurely strolling around, in the area without any zombies, picking up health potions and refilling his ammo.

"Muds!" 2D repeated, annoyed, while Murdoc ignored him.

The zombie bit off 2D's character's head, and it was game over.

2D cursed and clumped Murdoc on the shoulder with the controller.

2D's eyes grew wide, and he let out a horrified whimper. Then he shot up and scrambled out of the room.

Murdoc was still trying to process what had happened. He rubbed his shoulder a bit where 2D had hit him.

He realized he wasn't at all angry that 2D had hit him, he was just very amused. He had no idea 2D could be so passionate about video games.. He'd have to remember that.

He chuckled.

"2D, come here!" he said loudly.

No reaction. He rolled his eyes and stood up lazily. He went into the kitchen.

"2D?" he called.

It stayed silent.

He went into every room in the building, looking for him and calling him. He checked outside.

An hour and a half later, there was still no sight of him.

Murdoc was starting to get a little bit worried. What if he'd tried to swim away and Rudy had got him?

He decided to check the singers room again.

He opened the door. "2D?" he called.

"Stuart?" he tried again.

"Fine, I'll just leave.." Murdoc said loudly, and shut the door behind him, holding his ear against it.

He heard a loud sigh. He burst open the door. "Ha!"

He could hear some shuffling coming from the bed. He grinned, and stood in front of the bed.

"Where on earth could 2D be?" he said innocently.

He heard soft whimpering from under the bed, and the evil side of him wanted to suddenly drop on his knees and scream in 2D's ear.

But he thought 2D would probably wet himself then, seeing as he was already terrified, so he decided to be nice for once.

He slowly crouched down, trying to hide the amused look on his face.

2D was hunched up at the back of the wall under the bed, trying to make himself as small as possible. He whimpered when he saw Murdoc's face appear.

"Faceache, come out from under the bed," Murdoc said with a little grin that he couldn't hide.

2D shook his head quickly. "No. You're going to hit me."

Murdoc bit the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from laughing. "I ain't going to hit you, love," he reassured him.

2D started a little at the word 'love'. He recovered quickly, though. "Yeah, right. That's what you say now, but as soon as I come out from under the bed you're going to punch me."

"I'm not, Stuart. Really. Honestly," Murdoc grinned.

2D shifted a little. "Promise?"

Murdoc nodded. "Promise."

"What do I get if you break that promise?" 2D asked warily.

Murdoc glared at him. "Nothing, you bloody little-" he stopped himself.

"I'm not going to break that promise, so don't worry," he said through gritted teeth.

2D paused, then hesitantly crawled out from under the bed. Murdoc pulled him up by his arms, and brushed the dust off of him. 2D flinched back a little, then looked at his feet.

"Sorry for hitting you with the controller," he said guiltily, like a small child.

Murdoc couldn't stop himself from laughing. 2D looked up.

"Why aren't you mad?" he asked curiously.

Murdoc rubbed the tears away from his eyes. "To be honest, faceache, I don't even know. I suppose you didn't even hurt me that much, and you deserved that one hit compared to every time I've hurt you."

2D still seemed a little uncertain, so Murdoc took his hand and lead him back down the stairs.

"Here. Let's play again," Murdoc said, offering him the controller.

2D shook his head. "No, I might end up hitting you again," he said fearfully.

"No, you won't, D, I'll make sure of that," Murdoc said darkly to tease the singer.

2D looked really scared, though, so Murdoc let his heart rule his head instead of his brain and pulled 2D down a little, giving him a kiss on the nose.

The singer stumbled backwards onto the couch, looking dazed.

Murdoc quickly shoved the controller into his hands, and started the game again.

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