So this is the first chapter where Paula Cracker appears. Let me say a few things:

I don't know anything about her except from her brief backstory and pictures of her. And to me, she looked a little stoic. I have this headcanon that she and Murdoc despise each other just for fame reasons and such, so they get FURIOUS just thinking about each other.

I know a lot of people like Paula and "forgive" her for what she did to 2D, but I'm kind of against her, I'm sorry.

Wait, this is a MurdocX2D fic. Paula's not really liked here anyways.

So please, if you like her, don't hate me for this. No one knows much about her, I'm doing this based off what I saw and think.

Murdoc slowly walked through the hallways of Kong and made his way over to the kitchen. Russel was sitting on one of the chairs, reading a newspaper boredly. He looked up at the bassist.

"Wow, you're up early," he said in a sarcastic tone. Murdoc was far too tired to hear the sarcasm and his head perked up.

"Really? It's still early?" He looked over at the time and he frowned angrily. 2 P.M already. Sheesh, it was already afternoon!

"That's late to wake up, even for you, Muds," said the drummer.

"I was up watching a movie last night," shrugged Murdoc as he scratched his chest. "Couldn't sleep anyways, so it aint my fault, eh?"

"Whatever, man..." It was quiet for a moment. Russel kept reading the paper and Murdoc was trying to wake himself up.

"Where's 2D?" he asked the drummer.

"Upstairs...I think? I don't remember, he went off a while ago."

"Right then..." the bassist rolled his eyes and headed off out of the kitchen and back into the lobby. There, he heard a loud, impatient knock at the door. He stared down at his bare chest for a moment, but shrugged it off and went to answer the door anyways. The knocking only got louder and louder as he approached the door. He growled.

When he opened the door, he nearly snapped and told the person to shut up, but stopped in his tracks. Paula was standing in front of him, her arms crossed and her expression bored as ever. "Hello Murdoc," she said in a monotone voice. He could feel her glare pierce through him even though her eyes were covered by her sunglasses. Despite his brain telling him not to, he returned the glare.

"What the hell do you wa-" His voice was interupted by a shrill yelp of glee from behind him.

"Hey Paula!" 2D ran over to the front door, nearly knocking Murdoc out of the way accidently. The woman in the doorway smirked a bit and returned the hello half-heartedly. Grinning, 2D planted a kiss on her lips. "I thought you said you couldn't come over today!"

"My plans changed..." She said as she walked into the studios with 2D.

Murdoc simply stood there, jaw open, almost confused at what had just happened.

"Oh great, so you can't come over whenever I call in a band practice, but you can come over to be with that dullard?" He growled. She turned around quickly to face him.

"That was one time I missed practice! How are you holding that against me?"

"It was our first practice though!"

"And only practice! If you're so high-strung about it, call in another!"

2D shifted his weight from one leg to another, watching them uncomfortably. "H-Hey, guys let's not yell. Paula let's...just.." His voice trailed off as he wrapped an arm around his girlfriend and walked off into the other room. Murdoc's fists clentched so tightly, and he almost screamed out in frustration.

"I should follow them and give that broad a piece of my mind!" He thought angrily. But then, after giving some time for the idea to sink in, he brushed it off his mind and walked away.

Back in the other room, Paula was mumbling curses to herself as she and 2D sat down together. "Don't mind him, alright? He's not in a good mood. Happens something, y'know?" said 2D slowly. Paula scoffed.

"You can say that again. He's an emotional trainwreck, isn't he? He's got it out for me."

"Don't say that!" said 2D quickly. "I mean it, Paula, he's really not all that bad. He has his ups and downs. Believe me, he isn't all bad."

"Then he should really try to show it once and a while." Said Paula matter-of-factly. "Tough isn't a good look for him.."

2D's head lolled back, facing his glance to the ceiling. He didn't want to be hearing his girlfriend talk about Murdoc like this. So what if Murdoc had been an ass before? He was acting differently now, that's all that mattered in 2D's eyes. The sweeter Murdoc that didn't thrash his skull in for making a drunken mistake, the one who'd sit with him through a zombie flick without a single objection.

"2D, I can tell you anything, can't I?" said Paula. Something about her tone made the blue haired man uneasy. He gulped slightly and turned his gaze back at her.

"Well...yeah, I suppose. I am your boyfriend, aren't I?"

Paula grinned, but it wasn't anything sincere. It was more fiendish than anything. "I really hate that man." She said quietly, a near whisper. 2D frowned and his eyes went a bit wide.

"Now why on Earth would you say something like that? You don't hate him, right? It's just anger or something!"

"No," she shook her head and looked down at the floor. Pushing her sunglasses back upwards, towards her eyes, she continued. "I really do hate him. The way he treats everyone like rubbish, and the way he thinks he's just the best, but that's just the beginning of it all, 'D."

Then Paula went on calling Murdoc every horrible word and name she could imagine. Pointing out his bad hygiene, his gruff voice, how his eyes are different colored. Most importantly how he's an alcoholic, smoking, womanizing satanist. Everything about Murdoc that 2D had grown so used to. The conversation made his stomach churn wildly.

As weird as it may sound, 2D loved most things about Murdoc. His voice was gruff, so what? What does that matter? His voice sounded unique and 2D thought that was pretty good. And he found it very unfair how she mentioned his eyes being different colored, as if that was something he could control? It was genetics, right? But then the other topics came up, such as his smoking and drinking. Of course, 2D did those things too, just not as often and as much. 2D never minded Murdoc's drinking or smoking, unless it turned out bad for himself.

Eventually, Paula ran out of things to say. Which was good, because 2D was nearly about to scream from being so conflicted in his head. There's not much you can say when your girlfriend detests a person you hold dear.

"2D, I had this brilliant idea!" She said. Her voice, for once, actually sounded a bit excited.

"Oh yeah?" gulped 2D, who was still trying to recover from the other conversation.

"I say when our band finally kicks off, we toss Murdoc out!"

The blue haired man nearly froze in place. He kept repeating to himself over and over again in his head "Please just let this conversation be over, please!"

"We c-can't do that..." He said.

"Sure we can! We only need him now for the studio, but we'll have enough money by then to keep going. And it'll be all the more enjoyable with him gone!"

"But Murdoc started our band!" objected 2D. "He's the reason we're all here! It'd be wrong to kick him out, Paula, he belongs here just as much as we do. And he'd tell you the same!"
"Oh please!" she exclaimed. "Do you think he honestly cares about you? The bloke is in this for the fame! He doesn't give a shit if we were in it or not, it's your voice he wants, not you!"

Murdoc was walking by the doorway as Paula kept going. He placed his back against the wall and listened in.

"He's an ass, do you hear me? We don't need that freak to get in our way! With all the shit he's doing, he'd get our band a bad reputation anyways!"

The bassist grit his teeth roughly as he listened to her go on and on like that. Finally, regaining his sense, he stormed off upstairs into the recording studio.

But 2D was still placed in front of Paula, still forced to listen to every single word. Until finally, he felt like he couldn't take it. "P-Please stop!" He said in a louder tone. Paula raised an eyebrow at him.
"Why are you siding with him, 'D?" She asked after a pause. 2D's chest was heaving up and down, he shook his head rapidly.

"Because you're making him sound like an absolute monster, which he's not. And I'm sorry, Paula, but I don't want you talking about my friend like that."

"Friend?" Paula muttered to herself. Then, she stood up and took one last look at him. "Right, I gotta go...I'll talk to you later."

2D didn't even object as she walked out the door. In fact, he was fairly relieved to have that stress off of his shoulders. But he still felt bad. Very guilty, to say the least, that he had basically just talked about Murdoc behind his back.

He brought himself up and walked out of the room, then attempted to find Murdoc. Since there were so many rooms at Kong, it was near impossible to find just one he'd be in. It was only until he kept searching upstairs that he heard music blasting from the recording studio. Carefully, 2D knocked on the door. No answer. "Of course," said 2D to himself. "Can't hear me over the music."

He opened up the door to find Murdoc, still shirtless, laying in the chair by all of the technology. Drinking rum, staring blankly at the floor. The older man looked up at 2D and held back the urge to scowl.
"What?" He asked quickly.

2D honestly couldn't find any words to say at the moment.

"...Paula left," he finally whispered. Murdoc gave a stressed-out groan as he slammed his fist onto one of the buttons. The volume of the music went down quickly.

"Come again?" he said.

"P-Paula left." repeated 2D. Murdoc nodded.

"Good. Why are you telling me this?"

2D rubbed his arm and stared down at his shoes. "Well..I guess, I um-"

"Sit down if you're gonna talk to me," Murdoc interuppted and motioned towards the chair across from him. The singer nodded and sat down in the chair, wiping it off first, of course.
He sat there for a minute, not wanting to say anything. Not wanting to bring up Paula at the moment, not wanting to remember the awful things she said. He just focused on the music coming from the speakers.

"Who's that playing?" he asked.

"Durango 95," answered Murdoc. "An old bad I had."

"You've been in other bands?" asked 2D with a small grin.

"Of course!" Murdoc reached over and grabbed a bottle of rum, then handed it to 2D, who accepted it gratefully. "Many,many bands. Wildly unpopular, believe it or not. This one split up after some time because we weren't getting anywhere."

"Who's that singing?" asked the blue haired man as he took a swig of rum. Murdoc raised an eyebrow.

"That's me, mate."

"No kidding?" 2D closed his eyes and tried listening closely. He just hadn't been really listening to it before. Now that he paid more attention, it was obviously Murdoc. Murdoc. Singing! In all honesty, 2D never thought about Murdoc as a singer much, but he did picture it would sound all sorts of awful. But the voice in this track didn't sound too bad. It wasn't the best, but it wasn't as horrible as 2D had figured it would be.

"I didn't know you sang," 2D said.

"Right. After singing in all those bands, I figured it was just my voice holding me back. That's when I found you." Murdoc saw 2D had finished the rum already and was a little surprised. But 2D wasn't about to admit he was drinking to calm his nerves from before. The bassist cracked a sly grin and handed him another bottle as an idea began to form in his head. "And you'd better not screw this up for us, eh, faceache? I'm countin' on your voice for this."

"I won't let you down, I hope," chuckled 2D as he took the next bottle. To him, it didn't seem so odd Murdoc was giving him so much alcohol. It was Murdoc, right? It's not weird for him.
But halfway through the second bottle, 2D was already feeling slightly tipsy. He didn't handle alcohol as well as Russel or Murdoc, so he could get very light-headed very fast. He was still very aware of what was happening around him though. He and Murdoc were just sitting there listening to some of Murdoc's old music.

"Don't be shy, finish that up!" Murdoc motioned towards the rum bottle. "There's plenty more where that came from!"

"W-Why are you rushing me on this?" 2D asked. His hands shook a little bit as he set the bottle down.

"We seem to get along better over a drink, don't we?" Murdoc smirked and set down his bottle too. The singed began to move back in his chair, giving the other man a weird look.

"Now what do you m-mean by that?" He could hear his own voice was becomming a bit high-pitched, and thought perhaps the rum was working quicker than he expected.

Murdoc stood up from his seat and approached 2D slowly, his devil-like grin spreading across his lips.

"W-What're you doin?" 2D trembled a bit at the very sight of Murdoc.

"You sure you had enough to drink?" the older man chuckled quietly to himself.
2D's entire body completely tensed up as Murdoc pinned him to his chair. "Murdoc, t-this isn't funny at all, just stop it! You're scaring me!" He said.

Murdoc ignored the singer's protests and quickly forced his lips upon the others to shut him up. 2D's eyes went very wide. He couldn't fight back, though, he was trembling far to much and the alcohol was fighting against the fact he was so shocked. He merely shrieked against Murdoc's lips.

The older man pressed his hands to 2D's wrists and kept him seated as he deepened the kiss. He forced his tongue into the other's mouth regardless or not if he had permission. Murdoc held back a chuckle as he could nearly feel 2D's heart pounding heavily against his chest. He brought his hands off the other's wrists and placed them on his hips, then gently ran them up and down his sides.

2D let out a tiny noise of pleasure. He felt his body relax slightly under Murdoc's grip, shaking less and less. Even his eyes began to shut gradually as they kissed. As if nothing else mattered. 2D was grateful for Murdoc's stability or else he would've still been frightened. All other thoughts he could've possibly had were slipping away, and Murdoc knew it too. He smirked against 2D's lips as all of the other's attempts to flee stopped.

It was right when Murdoc put his hand's under 2D's shirt that he remembered what was going on. And he felt Murdoc's tongue against his own, and couldn't even believe that he wasn't fighting back. His eyes snapped open when he finally realized it.

Rum!

That's why Murdoc was trying to get him wasted, wasn't it? As quickly as he could, 2D bit down on the satanist's tongue. Murdoc jerked back and yelled out in pain. The singer jumped up off the chair, his weak legs shaking as he coughed and sputtered.

"The hell?!" shouted Murdoc.

"You bastard!" 2D exclaimed as he wiped his mouth. "You tricked me!"

Murdoc went to aruge, but knew he was right. No denying it. But he stayed silent and stared at the singer. 2D was trying so hard to look strong and stable despite the fact he was shaking like a leaf.

Murdoc felt like an idiot for trying this. He could've sworn this plan would've worked. And he didn't want to try and explain this to 2D at all. It's been obvious, at least in his head. Ever since that one night, he knew he was acting strange. And it was all because of 2D. So he thought..just maybe if he'd finish what he started, all of it would be over.

"I-I'm leaving!" he said quickly.

"Stu, just wait a minute!" Murdoc reached out for 2D, who had started to walk out. Stu. Murdoc had stopped calling him that a while ago, he must've meant business now. But 2D didn't want to hear it.

"I'm not safe here, am I?" he said quietly to the bassist. "No. I'm going to stay the night with Paula."

Without waiting for the other's response, 2D walked out.

His mind was completely fogged as he stormed down the halls. He knew Murdoc wouldn't attempt to run after him, he was "too good" for that. Many things were going through his head. How mad Paula would be if she EVER found out this happened twice. Why Murdoc was trying these things in the first place. But one thing stood above all others that bugged the hell out of him.

2D wasn't even drunk then.

See? That wasn't SO bad. Forgive me, Lovelies, for my Paula Cracker headcanon. And please review. You came for 2DXMurdoc, right? Heheh, I tried and therefore I should not be judged XD