Title: I'm Stew-D, Won't You Eat Me?

A Gorillaz fanfiction by: Cassie J. Bryant

Summary: When Noodle grows sick, the three male band members have to deal with their greatest fear on this planet: preparing hot soup.

Genres: Humor, General, Action/Adventure (in a really pathetic sort of way), and Drama.

Rating: Teen (Ages 13 and up) - for mature language (I bleeped out all the "F" words in this fan fiction for those who are uncomfortable with this type of profanity), a minor pinch of violence, drug relation andnon-graphic sexual discussion. Rating will neither rise nor fall. If you are uncomfortable with any of the following, discontinue reading and find another fan fiction that you find suitable for your viewing. Thank You.

Disclaimer: Gorillaz is copyright to Zombie Flesh Eaters, Jamie Hewlett, Damon Albarn, and "The Gorillaz partnership". I do not own any of the following situations in this fan fiction, and never will I unless I become a billionare within the next five years. And I have a feeling that's never going to happen.

Begin Author Note (you do not need to read this. You may calm down now, heh): Hello everyone. Wow, I haven't been on fanfiction for a while now. I've really missed all the kind and constructive feedback I recieved from reviewers. It aided me so much along my way of improvement, and I'm gladly appreciated! It's beenextremely busy here around home. I've been working a lot on High School and the tension is high for me. Fortunately, I'm not a Freshman anymore, so I feel much more free than I normally did in the past year. For those who have beengraceously watching me,I worked on an Invader Zim fanfiction a while back here on fanfiction, and unfortunately I came across a massive writer's block and a passion that slowly faded away as the days passed on by. I do feel terrible for deleting my fanfiction; I really put a lot of effort into it. But, now, let us get back on the important topic: Gorillaz.

Gorillaz have probably been my mostfavorable band ever since the famous "Clint Eastwood" came about on the television. Instantly, Ithrew myself into anaddiction, and started listening to their amazing and unique musicever since! When Demon Days came out, I was entirely blown away by the new amazing album.Entirely different from their first album, but original as always. Best track on there, I believe, is Dirty Harry. A nicely well-done track, and I'm glad it is going to becometheir third single. I grant them luck!I also enjoy Kids With Guns, November Has Come, and, of course, Feel Good Inc. That title still gives me icy chills up and down my spine!

Anyway, this is not, exactly, a type of story to take too seriously. I did put all my heart into this, I do that with all of my writings, but this was a just-for-fun story. Not as well-written as normal, but still an effort to keep you intrigued. I have the plot line all completed and spread out for this fanfiction, so the next update will not take a long period of time. Possibly tomorrow, or October 20th (my birthday!). My typing is swift, so I've been told, so I can build a chapter in about fourty-five minutes or so. The proofreading is what takes mea while. I do hope you enjoy this, and have a laugh or two. I'm sure you will in the future chapters.I amalso not sure how many "chapters" there will be in this fanfiction, but as soon as I am finished with it, I amgoing to start drafting on another Gorillaz fanfiction I have in mind, and trust me, it is something for the type of people who find pleasure in dramatic writings... so please do stay tuned.

Please, be kind enough to review when you're finished reading. CC is appreciated immensely. Whenever you tell me your opinion about the story, the more it helps me out withcreating the next chapter for you and make it even better. I do not accept flamers. It is, indeed, a childish and immaturedoing to make suchcruel comments that will not aid me in my writing technique or my character buildup in anyway possible. So please, if you are wishing to flame, flame somewhere else. Or even better, do not flame at all.

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This is my first Gorillaz fanfiction, so if it appears that I have made any errors on one or more the characters personality, please doinform me in the review so I can be much more careful. Thank you so much, and enjoy!

With a large amount of love,

Cassie Jennifer Bryant

Prologue

Her whole body swelled up with chills, and yet a blazing feeling made her skin perspire. Out of all days, it had to have been today. A hand, her hand, allowed it to feel her warm forehead, and the results were not what she wished for.

Of course, she knew what to do when feeling so dreadful like this occurred, but she did not want to give a setback for her band mates. She pulled herself out of her bed, nearly painfully tumbling as she did. No visible wounds thank God. A few dustings here and there, but that was nothing to become a deal. With all the strength she possessed, which was not much at the time, she grabbed her stranded guitar, only for it to meet up once again with its rightful owner. Her trail began. Nothing but careless staggering at first, but then it led to a wobbling swagger. Finally, when her body adhered to her still-sleeping muscles, she began to walk in her somewhat normal position.

She approached the door of the recording studio. The walk wasn't long, but she dearly wished for it to be quite shorter. She tried to make herself look normal, but not a soul could hide the expression of illness. However, she knew she had to at least put an effort into it. Taking a hesitant breath, she stepped in.

"You're late." The gruff voice sneered. Noodle didn't want to speak out, for her nose felt like a clogged toilet, but her manners forced her kind words out on instinct.

"Sorry…" She said. Everyone took their notice, 2D it took a little longer, and Noodle lowered her head. The teenager did not even think to dare herself to see their expressions.

"Are you feeling okay there?" Asked the rotund one. He stranded his drumsticks onto the drum set and stood up from the puny round seat.

"I'm fine, really." Noodle answered in a fib. Instantly, she felt a buff yet gentle hand on her forehead, only to once again have the results she despised.

"You don't seem to be 'fine'. You've got a fever, love, a high one." Russel answered.

"Really. I'm alright, Russel-san." She felt the drummer was making a big deal out of this dilemma.

"Then let's start playing and stop tossing off about this shit." Murdoc butted in. Right as his callused hands were about to pluck the thick strings, Russel forced a pause in him.

"No way in hell, Muds. She's got a fever and she's all clogged up. You hear her, man. She's sick." The drummer responded in disgust.

"She'll deal with it. I'm sick all the time, and you don't see me pissing around like a pansy!" Sneered back the Satanist.

Russel created an anger into his eyes to throw at the bassist. Even though his eyes were discarded of pupils and were replaced with a lonely emptiness, he could still hold a glare that could stab right through your thin layer of flesh. "That's because you're fourty-something. You ain't fourteen."

"Thirty-nine, Russ! Thirty-nine! There's a difference, y'know!" Vied Murdoc.

The nearly blind vocalist watched the scene, humming a little tune he made up along the way to mute the wretched voices of theirs. He was always considered the quiet one in the group. Heck, even when the present-teenager had only spoke the foreign language of Japanese at her childish years, she still had a mouth full of comments that could keep your interest for hours upon hours. Sometimes, it seemed he only let his vocal chords stretch while he was using that cherubic singing voice of all his own. Then again, every time he did say something, a certain force would make a rude comeback of some sort.

An ending felt suitable, Noodle believed. This complaining had to end, even though Russel and Murdoc were always going at it about anything random to nag and hiss about. She moved herself into the altercation as softly as she could. "Stop… both of you." Noodle placed her own hand onto both of Russel and Murdoc's shoulders. "Russel is right. I need some rest. It is best for me."

Murdoc cussed under his breath, while Russel felt satisfactory. Russel patted the teenager on her scrawny arm. "You made the right choice. Now, do you need help getting to your room? It's a pretty long trip back."

"I'll go with you!" Finally, the cheerfully British voice spoke up. Noodle looked over at 2D with his one hand moving up in the air, and she had to show some teeth.

"Thank you, 2D-san." The singer pounced up from his cushioned stool, beginning to lead the trail. Hestepped out ofthe doorway and took a sharp left. After a moments silence, Noodle spoke. "Um… you're going the wrong way. You go right…"

"Oh. I knew that." The body of a singer ran past the doorway in the right direction, this time. Noodle had to laugh, but it was unfortunately replaced with a wheezing and hacking cough. Russel patted her on the back, giving any assistance he could offer for the poor young one. Of course, she was no longer labeled as a "foolish youngin", but a young and curious adult, willing to take in this massive world of maturity. Russel had to remember that little known fact, now and then.

2D accompanied Noodle to her room, Noodle helped the singer's befuddling directions along the way, and Russel followed the Japanese guitarist to make sure she would not have any sudden falls. Murdoc was left in the recording studio stranded, until finally, "F-ck…!" he slammed his bass roughly onto the floor and headed for the sick one's room as well.

Noodle was once again in her shelter, sheets caressing up against her clothed skin to give her all the comfort she could ever ask for. The drummer watched her for a while, 2D was in his own abnormal world, looking at absolutely nothing of the sort, and Murdoc had his eyes in one area, and his thoughts somewhere else.

"Thank you for helping me. It really means a lot..." Noodle's uneven voice led to another one of her unhealthy hacks. Of course, the drummer was concerned as any fatherly figure would be.

"Don't talk, love." He tugged her into her sheets for the fourth time. "Just get some rest. Do you need anything?"

"Well… no… never mind. I couldn't ask for anything more." The ill teen answered.

"Go on." Russel said.

"Um, do you have any soup?"

There was a period of awkward silence. Finally, Russel let out his big mouth, "…Yea. We do. We'll get you some, princess. Just stay in bed and we'll bring it right to you."

A nod was seen from a sick Noodle, and one more tugging-Noodle-into-her-bed-session from Russel was seen. The drummer stood up. "Come on, guys."

Russel walked out in silence, and Murdoc gave 2D a slap on the back of the head. The real world came into 2D's hollow head, and he followed the two to the exit of Noodle's bedroom.

When they left, they all looked at each other. Without any clue where to begin, they spoke in unison.

"Shit…"

To Be Continued.

End Author Note: Nothing... I'm done yapping for today, haha.