I realized you never got to see the Gray family back when they were whole and happy. So, this will be in Tom's pov and British accents all around(I mean, Frederic, Darlie, and Hawke doesn't have one. Claude did for awhile, but the more time he lived without his parents and in New York, the more he lost his accent)

Happiness

Inspired by: Idk*shrugs*42,029...SERIOUSLY?!

I had a happy life. Four beautiful, wonderful children, one loving, beautiful wife...why can't I deserve a happy life? I'll tell back when it was all wonderful. My oldest son, Claude, was in highschool, just started his second year. He has As in all his classes so far and he was ready for college, ready for life. Harriet and I were so proud of him. My second son, Floyd, was 12, in 6th grade, last year of elementary school. He's has Bs and Cs, not as good as Claude, but Harriet and I still love him and try to get him ready for life. My oldest daughter, Dawn, is only nine, started 4th grade. She's very optimistic kid...and then my youngest daughter, Harriet Jr., or I call her Junior, is only four, in her second year of preschool. Very bright, she is. She gets along with the other toddlers...anyway, I had a job as a regular businessman. My wife, Harriet, is thinking of getting a job when Junior starts Kindergarten. It's hard raising four kids, but somehow, we're able to do it. Well...one day, I was at work, typing up an email for an employee, when the one next to my cubicle came up to me.

"Eh, Tom, I didn't know you were part of a band!" I immediately stopped typing. I didn't look at him, but said

"Yes, and we broke up. End of story."

"...You know, I used to be a bassist back in the day." I never wanted to hear the word 'bassist' ever again, but here we are.

"Yeah, Paul, you think you could shut up about the past and let me work."

"Well, geez, if you're gonna have that attitude, it's just that…*sigh*Mark and I miss the past...we really loved music back then and we still do...perhaps we could…" Mark is Paul's husband, he's all Paul talks about, really.

"No, Paul...I'd rather not go back in the music business…" I turned my swivel chair around, facing Paul. His grey hair wasn't thick, yet nice and smooth, and he was starting to grow a beard. Hope was in his eyes, but slowly dying away.

"What about Harriet? She was in the band too, wasn't she?" Flashbacks of all the happy moments of the Gorillaz crowded my mind and then I thought that it was over. It was all over.

"Yes, she was-"

"You think you could ask her if she could come and play with us?" I've never seen so much plead in someone's eyes before...well, maybe I have in my children's eyes for candy or toys.

"...I-I don't know with four kids and all...but, I'll ask her." Paul gave a small, hopefully smile, and said

"Thanks mate. I'll stop bothering you now." Paul left my cubicle as I went back to work. It wasn't long before my office phone ran. Better not be my boss…

"'Ello?"

"Tom, honey-"

"Harriet! What's up?"

"Um, I need to go to the store, grab some quick groceries, but Claude gets out of school soon...you think you could….?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure!"

"Okay, thanks. Love you!" I was about to tell my wife about Paul and Mark wanting to play music, but she hung up quickly. She must really be in a hurry. So, I finished up my email and then left my cubicle, Paul calling out

"See you tomorrow, Tom!"

"See ya, Paul!" I went to my black chevy impala((because Supernatural xD)). I drove to my son's high school, which actually wasn't far from work. By the time I parked in the parking lot, there was five minutes until his bell rang. So, I was sitting by myself. I had an urge to call my wife and just chat with her for five minutes, but I knew she was busy...what was she buying at the store? Did Frederic or Junior leave a list of cookies or whatever? Was it an emergency? What if-

"Hi, father!" My oldest son, Claude was standing there, happily smiling at me. He had to crouch down to see me face to face. That boy is as tall as me and the doctors say he's still growing. He'll be a giant when he's my age…((both the real and this 2D is 6'2" and Claude is 6'4", same height as Jared Padalecki~))

"How come mother's not picking me up?"

"Uh, errands. Emergency errands."

"Fair enough." Claude said as he walked to the right side of the car, to the passenger's seat. Back in England, the wheel is on the right side of the car, not the left. I'm used to it by now, after 15 years, yet it still bothers me sometimes.

"So, how was work?" Claude asked sophisticatedly as I drove out of the parking lot, heading home.

"Good...good...how about you and school?" I wasn't listening to Claude, I was thinking about Paul wanting to play with Harriet which lead to the Gorillaz which lead to horrible flashbacks-

"Father, are you okay?" My son asked, a little worried,

"You look nervous."

"I'm fine, it's okay. Just...flashbacks…"

"Mother's told me you had a hard time back then...I'm sorry, father, I shouldn't even be bringing this up." Claude is so loyal and polite, I had to say

"No, really, it's alright. I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Claude. Worry about your future, not my past. You'll be graduating in two years! Maybe even sooner, seeing how your grades and GPA are!" My son's face lit up as I parked my car in front of our house. We certainly own a big house...it's not considered a mansion, but it's good enough for two adults, one young adult, and three children to live in. I mean, it's bigger than Murdoc's...apartment…*sigh*my son got out of my black chevy impala car, got his backpack over his shoulder, and rushed inside the house. I slowly followed him...god, Murdoc, why?! As I walked inside the giant house, I went to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and drank to refresh myself. Trying to think of something else...anything…

"So, Claude, Floyd and Dawn walk home together, right?"

"Yes, father. Their elementary school isn't far from here." Claude called from his room, probably studying.

"And then Junior…"

"You'll have to pick her up if mother isn't home yet. The toddlers get out at 3:30, about an hour from now." An hour of flashbacks...no, there must be something I can do to distract myself...work, perhaps? I thought if I had anything to finish...no, nothing until get an email back...I then had a flashback of not to long ago when I got a phone call from an insane asylum, telling me that my ex-girlfriend, Paula Cracker, was insane. I felt sorry for her, she was amazing...no, no, I don't want to relive those horrible moments! I marched upstairs to my son's room. He was lying on his bed with a book...but not just any book, Harriet and my spell book.

"Son...how'd you get that book?" Claude looked up at me happily and said

"Mother gave it to me. She wanted me to learn them, your spells." I then had a flashback of Harriet kissing my old friend Claude because he sung a spell((SO THAT MEANS CLAUDE REALLY WENT BACK IN TIME SO WHERE'D 2D GET THE MAGIC NOTEBOOK?!))...that was the day we found out songs can be spells. I shook my head and put my hand to my forehead, rubbing it.

"...Father, do you need to lie down?" I look at my worried son and said

"No...no, I just need to stop thinking...I'm gonna go pick Junior up, even if it's early."

"What if mother comes back in the next hour?" I paused.

"Your mother wouldn't mind if I picked her daughter up. One less thing to worry about...and I need to do something…"

"...Alright. See you later, father!" My son called out as he continued reading the spell book, mumbling to himself. I guess it is good for Claude to know music...Harriet and my music. It wouldn't hurt...would it? What if Claude has a life like mine…? No...that wouldn't happen...I won't make it happen.

I'm parked out in front of Junior's preschool, waiting for an army of toddlers to come out. At least...that's how preschoolers are released, right? I've never been to preschool so...flashbacks of living my childhood with a drunk idiot crowded my head. They didn't vanish until there a knock on the door. I looked out the car window, but didn't see anybody until I looked down. Little Junior with her tiny backpack and hopefully brown eyes was standing there, giving me a warm smile((just...let this sink in...this is the nine year old who's addicted to guns and kills more than 150 people in her lifetime...man, this is like an anime!)). I smiled back and opened the door.

"Hey, Junior!"

"Daddy, where's mommy?"

"She had to run some errands. Come on, let's go home. Your siblings are waiting for you." Junior climbed over my lap to the back seat. I closed the car door, buckled up, and Junior's little four-year-old voice said

"But, daddy, Floyd will pull my hair. It hurts when he does that!"

"Well, Claude and Dawn are waiting for you."

"...Okay! Claude always gives me piggyback rides and Dawn plays tea parties with me!" I could see Junior's smiling face in my mirror. I had to smile back. Soon, the two of us were at home...but Harriet's car wasn't there. Junior got of the car and rushed inside, just like Claude, but this time I rushed inside as well. I rushed to our home phone and I just got a glance of Floyd pulling Dawn's hair.

"FLOYD! Stop hurting your sisters!" I cried as I picked up the phone and called Harriet's cell.

"Who you callin', dad?" Floyd asked with a hurt Dawn next to him. I didn't answer, I just wanted to hear Harriet's voice...and she didn't pick up. I started getting worried. Harriet should be back by now, it's been an hour!

"Floyd, Dawn, do either of you know where your mother is?!" I asked, terrified. They both answered no...I wanted to run around town and try and find her...but then I saw my children's worried faces for how terrified I probably looked. I tried calming down...my job was to take care of my children, it's what Harriet wanted...and I'm not doing a very good job.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm fine, really….Dawn, Junior, go play...Floyd...do anything but hurt your sisters. Please." The three left, following my orders.

It was midnight. Midnight. All four of my children were fast asleep, but I was sitting on the couch, still in my work suit. Harriet was still not back yet. I had to call the police, or-wait!...Is that the front door? I rushed to the front door and there stood my wife wearing her purple coat and groceries in her hands.

"WHERE THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU BEEN((actual Murdoc line xD))?!"

"Ssh! Sshh! Our children are sleeping, don't yell! I went grocery shopping!"

"For half of the day?!" I asked, furious, not yelling as loud as before.

"I...I meet an old friend. Went to her house until I realized it was midnight…" Harriet went to the kitchen to put the groceries away. I rushed up to her and kissed her, even if she was surprised.

"I missed you. Don't be late ever again, you hear me?" I said in a soft tone. My wife gave a small smile, kissed me on the cheek and said

"I won't."

One Year Later

Turns out Harriet was lying all this time. Just yesterday, I found out Harriet was having an affair with some guy. She continued coming back super late, giving a different excuse every time, when really she was at some guy's house, making out. You didn't know how furious I was. We yelled at each other so the whole neighborhood could hear. Our children just gave worried looks, not interfering. Today, Saturday, I didn't have work, so I didn't have an excuse to get out of the same as Harriet. Or maybe I could lie, JUST LIKE HARRIET!

"Father! Mother! Before you ignore each other anymore, I have something to say to both of you." Harriet had a laundry basket on her hips and I was sitting on the couch, probably looking furious.

"Today, November 1st, is your 16th anniversary. You need to celebrate!"

"By divorcing!" I cried, standing up.

"FATHER! PLEASE, DON'T FIGHT ANYMORE!" Claude cried, actual tears starting to run down his face,

"Don't fight...we can't watch anymore…" Floyd, Dawn, and Junior peaked their heads in, all looking sorrow. Harriet kissed Claude on the cheek and said

"Okay...we won't fight if you won't cry…" I could see her blush a little bit and I knew she was thinking of our crybaby friend. That made me even angrier, but I didn't want my oldest son to cry anymore…

"*takes deep breath*I want you both to go out on a date or something. I'll watch Floyd, Dawn, and Harriet." Harriet and I glanced at each others and then looked back at our four children. What would they do if we got divorced? Would their lives be worse with one parent taken away from them?

"...Fine. I'll get reservations." I mumbled as I walked to the home phone.

That night, I wore a regular suit and Harriet was in a short, purple dress with matching purple earrings, her short dark brown hair looking the same as always...though, she was taller than I remembered her...oh, she has matching purple high heels on.

"Have a fun date!"

"See ya, wouldn't want to be ya!"

"Bye dad~! Bye mom~!"

"Come back soon, mommy and daddy!"((Can you guess who's saying what?)) I heard my children call out. We walked to my black chevy impala and drove to the restaurant. Neither of us talked the whole car trip. I just kept thinking of Harriet making out with another man when she already has a husband and four children! Anyway, we got ourselves a table and looked at our menus. We still didn't say anything...yet, I thought of Claude.

"I can't believe we're doing this for our son."

"Our loyal, kind, sensitive son that we'd do anything for because we love him. At least, I love him."

"You only love him because he reminds you of our old friend Claude." I said with clutch teeth.

"Oh really?! Then why do I love Floyd, Dawn, and Junior?! Because they're also my children!" The waiter then came and handed us our food awkwardly. We ate silently and left to my black chevy impala as I asked silently

"Harriet...I was having such a great life...why'd you take it away from me?" I was near tears, but wasn't sobbing. Harriet didn't look at me as she said

"I...you...I guess we kind of drifted apart...music and kindness were the things bringing us together, but now with children…" Harriet couldn't continue as if she was looking for the right words.

"Harriet...back at work...you know Paul? Paul Simonon?"

"Yeah...what about 'im?"

"...He and his husband, Mark, wanted to be musicians again, just for the fun of it. They asked if you wanted to play with them...I guess I forgot to ask...yet, they forgot too...but do you know how I remembered? Just last month, Mark died...I don't know how, Paul won't tell...he hasn't talked since then...today, I asked if he wanted to play his bass as I sung after work...did you know what he said to me?" I paused, tears still running down my face. Harriet glanced at me, with some worry in her eyes.

"'Leave me to die.' That's what he said. And then I thought of my whole life. Abandoned as a baby, a drunk guardian, didn't graduate high school, the Paula incident, and now this...maybe I agree with Paul."

"Tom...please, don't say thing like that! I don't want you hurt!" And the best literally bloody idea came to my mind. I pulled over on abandoned property. I heard rumors this property once belonged to an amusement park, but I guess it got torn down. Anyway, I got out of the car, Harriet following me going

"Tom, what…? Why are we here?"

"Harriet...I'd like to meet your new love. Call him and ask him to come here." I knew Harriet was going to ask why here and why so late and she was about to...yet she didn't. She followed my orders as if I was her general. About 25 minutes after she called him, he was there. I didn't care who he was, I just wanted him dead. I've kept a gun in my car since I've moved to New York and it came in handy. I got the gun out and aimed it at the man and my ex-wife. Both were pale.

"Tom...Tom, please don't! Think of Claude, Floyd, Dawn, and Junior! What would they think of you!?"

"Harriet, you must understand...I DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM, I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU, I DON'T CARE ABOUT ANYBODY SINCE THEY'VE ALL RUINED MY LIFE! I WANT TO START OVER, ALL OVER...from the very beginning of happiness." And just like that, I shot her, my wife. The man she had an affair with started freaking out until I shot him too...and then I saw someone I least expected. Claude with fear in his eyes was there. I dropped my gun and ran like the coward I am. It's just the life I was given, I know I deserve better. Once Claude leaves, I can start my new, happy life.

So yeah, Tom kind of just broke after a bunch of harsh, depressing events that happened to him