Jumping into the future again. Claude/Clydell is 36 and already married to Melody, Frederic is 33, Darlie is 30(who is engaged to Rocco), and Hawke is 25(already in the military)years old. And I've been watching Supernatural lately...Sam and Dean remind me a lot of Claude and Frederic. Also, someone from the actual band Gorillaz is in this mini story

Feel Good

Inspired by: Filling in the missing pieces of the puzzle

Claude woke up, his head pounding.

"Ugh...what happened?"

He said, his hand on his head. Claude looked around. Where was he? It looked like he was in an alleyway. The sunrise was hurting his eyes. Claude looked around some more and saw…

"FREDERIC! WAKE UP!"

Frederic's eyes slowly opened as he looked at his worried brother.

"Claude...it's 4 am. Wake me up later."

"But we're in an alleyway. Why aren't we waking up in our beds?!"

Frederic slowly got up and looked around for himself.

"Ah. Last night was fun, Clydell."

"What did you two do?!"

"Um...funny story. Frederic wanted to get drunk and...I did too. I'M SORRY! I just wanted to have fun!"

Claude sighed and tried to think of what to do.

"So...we're stuck in a city we don't know probably. This is like the time Darlie, Hawke-"

But Claude couldn't continue. His little sister, helpful friend, and wife were all at home...wondering where the two of them are.

"It's okay, brother. I've done this before. Come on, let's find a telephone. We can call home." Frederic scratched his dirty blonde hair, gave a big yawn, and then escorted his brother out of the alleway. They were on a sidewalk now. The sunrise was still hurting Claude's eyes and from Claude's point of view, it was hurting Frederic too. Just the two brothers were on the sidewalk, it was too early for anyone to be up and walking. Though, Claude saw two people inside a building with dough. They run a bakery, noticing the sign.

"Um, do you know where you're going?"

Claude asked suddenly.

"...The sun is blinding me...but there has to be a phone here somewhere."

"I can lead if the sun is blinding you."

Claude went in front of Frederic and lead the way. Phone...phone...a city phone on a sidewalk.

"Maybe we could ask for help?" Frederic asked, now used to the sunlight(with the side of his hand on his forehead). Claude looked around, but again no people-

"Hey. There's someone over there."

Claude noticed a lean shadow. It was followed by a black car. Claude and Frederic crossed the street(too early for traffic)to the mysterious person.

"Um, excuse me?"

The shadow moved and soon the two saw a person. He had short black hair, a cigarette in his mouth, death in his eyes, and...green skin(must be the sunlight, thought Claude).

"Uh...hi. We're lost. Do you know where a phone could be?"

The man gave a frown and turned away from Claude and Frederic.

"I got this. Ello." Frederic cracked his knuckles,

"Can I have a cigarette?" The man glanced at Frederic and pulled out a box of cigarettes, handing one to Frederic. He offered one to Claude, but he declined.

"Anyway, my brother and I are lost. You happen to know where a phone is?" The man turned back to the brothers. Death was replaced with sorrow in his eyes. He gave a little nod and said

"You're Tom's sons, aren't you?" The brothers were bewildered to hear a strange man say their father's name.

"H-How did you know father?"

Claude asked suddenly, his voice shaking a little. The man took a deep breath, breathing smoke out, and said

"He's...a friend of mine. You both look a little like him and Harriet." Claude jumped again, now hearing his mother's name.

"Who are you?"

"The name's Murdoc."

'How was father friends with...someone like...him?'

Claude asked himself.

"Well, now that we're all best buddies, can you show us to a phone?" Frederic asked, changing the subject.

"I can give you my cell. But…" It looked like Murdoc was trying to find the right words.

"What is it?"

"...Your father is alive." The words echoed in Claude's head. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Frederic chuckled and said

"Ah. What beer and smoking can do to you."

"I'm serious. This is his address." Murdoc gave the boys a small slip of paper with an address on it. Claude could feel his face flush…

"You...you're lying. He was murdered. I saw him."

Murdoc shook his head,

"No, mate. He's alive. He abandoned you." Claude could feel his hands shake.

"Okay, stop with the lies and give us your phone!" Frederic cried. The sorrow was still in Murdoc's eyes as he said

"I will if you promise to keep the address. Visit him…." Frederic picked up the small paper and snatched Murdoc's cell.

"The nerve of some people." Frederic mumbled as he called home. Frederic started talking into the phone, Claude still staring at Murdoc.

"...How did you know my father?"

Claude asked again, more bravely. Murdoc looked like he was about to cry

"I...raised him. He was like a brother to me...please, if you visit him...try and knock some sense into him." Frederic turned Claude away from Murdoc, gave the phone back, and gave a cold glare at Murdoc.

"Melody picked up the phone. She said we're not that far from home. We're just a few miles away." So, the brothers walked home, leaving Murdoc. When the brothers were farther away from Murdoc, Frederic threw the slip of paper….but Claude caught. He stared at the address the whole trip back.

"Seriously, Claude, he was lying…" But Frederic looked unsure,

"You know, he reminded me of Moe...I miss that little devil…"

Soon, the boys were home. Some tears were running down Darlie's face when they got home. She was worried sick. Claude went to his wife and hugged her

"Sorry. Clydell got drunk…"

"It's okay. Now that I've lived with Frederic for a few years, I'm used to it." Claude was still holding the slip of paper…he turned to Frederic and said

"Frederic, we need to see."

"No! He was lying! That's probably some old place where he'll knock us out and steal our money."

"But what if he was telling the truth?!"

"About what?" Darlie asked, confused.

"...Father might still be alive."