Murdoc woke up on his stomach; he could feel warm breath against the side of his neck and fingers trailing along the cut on his back. He turned his head facing the blue haired man whose dark eyes were focused on his back; the bassist ran his fingers along the singer's cheek gaining his attention. He looked at the cut on the younger man's forehead noticing it didn't look as bad as it had yesterday. He traced his index finger along it; the blue haired man closed his eyes and smiled.

"How's yer head?"

"Not too bad, yer back looks better t'an it did…Does it still hurt?"

"Not'ing I can't live with" The older man replied smirking.

He turned his face away from the vocalist and closed his eyes. He sighed when he felt lips press against his shoulder blade, fingers brushed along his back then down along his side.

"Ya t'ink t'ey left or do yew t'ink t'is is the only part of this shit hole left?" Murdoc asked as he thought over what had happened.

He hoped that the robot was still shut down in the living room; he would be screwed if she rebooted and wandered off. Especially if she was still in her randomly homicidal mode; he'd give it a few days before he would take her back down to her cupboard and repair her. He couldn't really handle looking at her after she nearly shot 2D and it didn't help having to see the hole in her head. He felt chills go down his spine as he thought back to how she'd looked at him when he shot her. She had looked shocked more than anything almost like the man he had shot in the head before then.

He felt lips press against the side of his neck pulling him from his depressive thoughts.

"Stop doin' t'at" 2D mumbled before nipping at his neck.

Murdoc pulled himself into a sitting position groaning at the dull pain that shot up through his back.

"Sorry, I just keep t'inkin' about yesterday."

"It's a'right…Yew fink we should go upstairs and see wot damage t'ey did?" 2D asked changing the subject.

"Probably a good idea, be nice to know if we're completely fucked or not." Murdoc said as he pulled himself up off of the bed making his way towards the door with 2D right behind him.

Everything in the lower level seemed alright, vacant like it usually did. They got into the elevator and Murdoc pressed the button for the living room. He leaned back against the wall and ran his hand up the back of his shirt touching along the cut. It went from between his shoulder blades almost completely down his back. He hadn't really paid too much attention to his wounds and the way that they looked, he'd been too worried about 2D, but now he was finally noticing them some. He still didn't really care, he did have quite a few scars from childhood traumas and bar fights, and these would just go along with that collection. He already had a few from Plastic Beach; he ran his index finger over the top of his ear. He could still remember how horribly it had hurt when the top of his ear had been clipped.

The doors opened and Murdoc slowly made his way into the hallway. He stopped and turned around facing the younger man who stood there staring at him in confusion.

"Stay behind me a'right, if anybody is here just run down back to yer room. Got t'at?" Murdoc asked sternly.

2D nodded in agreement, he could tell that the taller man wanted to fight him on it though. The bassist turned around and made his way to the living room, he looked into the room noticing two of the windows were busted out, a few bullet holes in the couch and in a wall. Cyborg was still laying face down on the floor in a puddle of black and silver liquids, he couldn't hear, or see anybody else. He wondered for a moment what had caused them to leave when they had the upper hand for once.

"A'right I'm pretty sure t'e bastards aren't hiding anywhere." The Satanist mumbled as he continued glancing around the wrecked room.

He'd have to hire another repairman so that they could replace the windows and fix up a few other things.

2D walked into the room looking around his mouth open slightly as he studied the bullet holes and the various other types of damage done. His eyes landed on the robot on the floor and he backed a few steps until he was standing behind the bassist. Murdoc looked back at him raising an eyebrow questioningly; the pianist was still staring at the Cyborg.

"She won't attack yew mate I made sure I shut her down before I took yew downstairs." The older man reassured his voice gentle.

"It still spooks me…Why's it gotta look like Noodle?"

Murdoc sighed heavily and moved away from the singer. He didn't feel like explaining it again, 2D knew why the robot resembled their missing guitarist, but he always brought the question up. The Satanist knew what he meant by it though; he asked the same thing himself from time to time especially when the damned thing got injured. He kneeled next to the crumpled up machine, there were a few frayed wires hanging out of the back of its head, hair charred, he rolled it over onto its back and looked over it. The eyes on it were closed; black oil stained her cheeks, more wires poked out of the front of her head. He ran his fingers along her cheek flinching at the coldness of her skin.

It was just a stupid machine he'd made, it was nothing more than that, and it never would be. He let it drop back to the floor and climbed to his feet walking away from it before he drove himself crazier.

"Stay here, I'll be back" He called back as he left the room.

He doubted that anybody was there other than the two of them and the robot, but he still wanted to make sure. He hated that he didn't have his gun on him, if he did run into anybody or anything unwelcome he'd be rather fucked unless he could just stab their eyes out with his fingernails. He smirked and held up a hand looking at the gnarled and sharp nails, he always made sure he had some kind of a weapon on him.

He walked room to room looking for damages and anything else. The living room and the outside had taken most of the damage, nothing he couldn't fix in a week or so. He thought about doing a more thorough check, but he knew that if anybody was waiting to ambush him they would have done it minutes ago. Murdoc turned and went back to the living room when he entered the room 2D was sitting on the floor with the robot in his arms, his fingers combing through its dark blue hair.

"Great" The Satanist mumbled to himself as he walked over to the blue haired man.

He sat down across from him expecting 2D to snap out of whatever state he was in and look at him. He didn't, he just continued to look down at the robot. His black eyes were wet and bloody looking like he was crying or on the verge of it, the look on his face was rather gone like he used to get in the cemetery back at Kong. He just stared at the robot's dead face, his fingers occasionally brushing against her forehead careful to avoid the wires poking out of the bullet hole.

"Stuart" Murdoc whispered trying to get his attention.

2D ignored him like he was off in his own little world.

The older man grabbed his wrist tightly finally causing him to look up a few tears falling from his eyes.

"It isn't her, just like yew said."

The singer glanced back down and nodded slowly. He rubbed at his eyes before looking back at the green skinned man.

"I know….Yew fink t'at…"

"She isn't dead pet, I promised yew didn' I?" Murdoc asked as he placed his hand on the side of the younger man's face holding his gaze.

"Wot are yew gonna do wit' t'e robot?"

"I'm not worrying about it for now, probably be awhile until another attack…C'mon luv let's go into the kitchen and get yew somet'in to eat."

Murdoc rose to his feet, he reached his hand out for the younger man to take. 2D stared at it for a few seconds that blank look on his face; he looked at the older man's face before taking his hand letting Murdoc pull him to his feet. The Satanist leaned in kissing him softly; he reached a hand up brushing the tears from 2D's cheek.

"It'll be fine, I promise yew."

"I believe yew"

"Good, now c'mon" The older man whispered as he took the younger man's hand leading him out of the room.