It took Murdoc about three weeks to finally find a translator for Noodle, he'd nearly forgotten all about it until Russel started yelling at him for never doing anything. In that time 2D had managed to teach the girl about eight different words, the bassist still couldn't really figure out how.

Murdoc hired a guy named Alan, he sort of knew him, but just barely. He would come in for a few hours to help the girl with studies and some lessons on the English language. During her time living there she'd picked up some slang terms that Alan hadn't been too happy about her knowing, but she was in a band so she was going to hear way worse. He liked the thought that in a way Alan could watch after the girl while the rest of the band would be busy with fans. Which to Murdoc meant a few autographs, some shots of whiskey, and a few lucky groupies back at the hotel. They hadn't started touring yet; there was a label interested in them though. Russel had told him about them, but they were still on the fence about their style and the way that 2D looked. Murdoc had sent them a little message or two to help them along the process and to get over the singer's looks; so far they had been playing along just fine.

Currently though the bassist was sitting in the rec room with a nearly full bottle of whiskey and a cigarette between his lips. He noticed he drank more, he also noticed that 2D smoked more and seemed to take more of his pills along with a few other kinds of drugs. Sometimes he wanted to punch the singer for the things he was doing, but why bother? He'd done most of everything and still did a good bit himself; he didn't have complaining rights that was for damned sure.

He liked how things were becoming more relaxed between the two of them. Yeah he would still get pissed off and beat the singer up, but the taller man never really seemed to mind it. He'd flinch or make sounds like a hurt puppy, but never really said anything or showed any real fear towards the older man. He would still stay up with him, take chances to talk to him when they were there, and have sex with him every chance they were given. Murdoc liked whatever the hell they had going on, he had the benefits of both worlds. He did miss women a lot, but that would happen once they got signed and started going places.

"Hey Murdoc have you see D lately?" Russel yelled as he walked into the room.

Noodle clung onto his back and kept tapping her fist on the back of his head.

"No, why, ya lose 'im or somethin?" The bassist asked not really caring.

He cared about the singer, but the boy still could get on his nerves. Up until now he had been enjoying the silence he'd been given.

"He's a grown man, I'll admit he does sort of have the mind of a child, but I'm still not in charge of him. I have this one to look after; she isn't scared of Del anymore so she keeps knocking my head trying to get him to come out. It's really starting to give me a headache." He said as he glanced back at the small girl who just continued smiling and knocking on the larger man's head repeatedly.

Murdoc smirked.

He didn't like the idea of having a little kid, a little girl especially in their band. There were a lot of things wrong with it for him or things that could go wrong with it, but she was insanely talented, and he had to admit that she kept him entertained with her extreme moods, and her boyish ways. He still wondered where she came from though and why sometimes she would wake up the whole house late at night with her nightmare fueled screams and panic attacks. He hoped she'd tell Alan, but by that time she generally couldn't remember them anymore.

"So do you know where he's at?" Russel asked again.

Murdoc sat his bottle down on the floor and stood up from the chair.

"Hell if I know, probably out in t'e fuckin' graveyard. Idiot keeps goin' out t'ere and getting chased by t'e god damn zombies."

"So you're going to go get him, right?"

"O' course I'm gonna get 'im you fuckin' idiot. I don't need ta lose my damn singer to some fuckin' dead heads, but if he ain't out t'ere I'm gonna skin 'im alive." He said angrily before storming out the front door.

As usual it was raining outside, raining was really an under statement. The weather at Kong usually consisted of hauntingly dark or constantly storming to the point you waited for the Earth shattering tornado to hit. He did like some features the house held, he was pretty sure the portal to Hell was somewhere in the labyrinth of the home. He wasn't going to tell his band mates about that though, the idiots would probably want to close it up, especially knowing about the bassist obsession with the underworld. He respected Hell more than he respected himself or those around him. He couldn't say that he respected the things climbing out of the hole and clambering around Kong studios though.

He grabbed the axe they kept near the entrance to the cemetery before going inside. He'd only been there a few times before; the first had been when he was looking over the property, the second had been to see if zombies really did exist, and the third was because he had been so pissed off to the point of homicide and that was the closest he could come without it really being illegal. He had hoped the hour long massacre would have cut down the zombie population, but with every one that he decapitated another ten seemed to take its place.

He knew 2D liked going there. Sometimes he would go there after watching one too many of his damn zombie flicks. Other times he would go out there when he was in one of his rather rare depressive moods where he really didn't care what happened to him. It was like he wanted to be a zombie sometimes; those were usually the times he would ramble on about life and death. It was scary some of the intelligent things that he could say, but the moment the words would leave his mouth he'd forget about them completely. Murdoc was hoping he was just out there in one of his Dawn of the Dead fan boy fits; the depressive fits scared the shit out of him. He never wanted to leave him alone, but taking the risk of being bitten by a zombie seemed too great to make sure the kid didn't get torn to shreds.

Murdoc made his way through the fog as he looked around his surroundings. He could hear moaning in the distance, it was sad, hollow. It was nothing compared to the sounds he had heard in Hell the times he had been there, this was what it sounded like when you escaped without your soul, but with the pain and memories….It kind of sounded like the noises Noodle made when she had her nightmares, not as intense, but close enough to shake the older man.

"Faceache w'ere t'e hell are yew at?" he said loud enough the singer should hear, but not loud enough the zombies on the other side of the yard would hear.

He heard crunching near by and tightened his grip on the axe that he held at the ready. Unlike most people he would kill something or somebody if he really had to. Sometimes that worried him, but it was another thing he managed to bury beneath alcohol.

"C'mon ya fuckin' idiot ya know I hate t'is fuckin' place." He growled under his breath.

He heard a cry somewhere not too far off that sounded quite alive. He ran in the direction of the sound and heard another one followed afterwards, he came to a large leafless tree where three decayed zombies were huddled around something. He took the axe raising it above his head then slamming it down right into the top of the dead man's head causing him to drop to his knees then fall onto his side. He pulled it back out and was grateful to see the other two dead men hadn't noticed the re-death of their friend.

He saw 2D curled up on the ground shaking with his hands over his head and a tattered notebook at his feet. Murdoc went to work killing the other two zombies who fell to the cold Earth with heavy thuds. He dropped the axe and reached forward grabbing the sobbing boy by the front of his shirt and pulling him roughly up onto his feet and slamming him back against the tree. 2D let out a weak cry as more tears ran down his cheeks, his body was still shaking, but he looked slightly less terrified. Murdoc didn't really care though; he was too pissed off at the moment.

"Wot are ya fuckin' stupid, neva mind I already know t'e answer to t'at one. Yew fuckin' idiot, wot tryin' ta get yerself killed, eaten or some shit like t'at?" He yelled angrily

He could hear his voice echo through the graveyard. If more zombies came he would take care of them, but right now he didn't care. He could feel his own body shaking and his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't tell if the emotions were that of rage or something else that he didn't even want to acknowledge.

"I-I'm sor'y Mu'doc, really I am…I just…Ju-"

"Just wot yew fuckin' idiot. Ya keep comin' out 'ere wit yer fuckin' death obsession and ya almost get killed every fuckin' time."

2D hung his head and his body shook with another sob.

"I-I….Shit…I-I-I know, okay, I know, it's stupid, I'm sor'y Muds I really am."

He sounded frustrated; Murdoc noticed the stuttering and wondered if it was another migraine. He sighed heavily and let the taller man drop onto the ground. He kneeled down in front of him and placed his hand on top of his head running his fingers through the soaked mess of blue.

"Why ya out 'ere D?" He asked, calmer now.

Yelling wasn't doing anything; he noticed sometimes the singer seemed very off even for him. Murdoc tried to think over the things 2D's mom had told him about, his mental and medical conditions. She had told him at some point about some weird thing like memory loss. It wasn't long term, he would say things then forget them or forget things while he was talking, and generally end up depressed over it.

"I'm just….Just….I don' know, I'm sorry, I'm real sorry." He repeated as he shook his head.

Murdoc shivered as his wet clothes clung to his now cold skin, he pushed his fringe out of his face. He didn't mind trying to understand these things, but he didn't really like trying to understand them in this place.

"Stop sayin' t'at…Wot are ya sorry about?"

"I can't…Every time I try to…Try ta say somefink I forget it, I keep doin' it lately…Me headaches keep getting real bad too and just….Fuck" He muttered

2D reached up grabbing fistfuls of his hair and tugging at it roughly as he continued mumbling to himself. From what Murdoc could hear he was just calling himself stupid a lot and maybe a few other things.

He grabbed hold of the boy's wrists hard holding them until he finally let go of his hair.

"Stop it, ya ain't t'at Fuckin stupid."

The singer let his arms drop back down by his sides, he looked up at the singer through his blackened eyes.

"Ya always tellin' me I'm stupid, yew jus' said it not too long ago…Sayin' I'm…Eh fuck, I keep forgettin'." He said sounding sad then extremely frustrated.

"I'm real sorry about t'is….Yew, yew comin and getting' me over somefink t'is stupid and all…Real sorry about it."

He was about to scream at him for apologizing so much, but knew it wouldn't help anything. He took a deep breath then wrapped his arms around the other man pulling him against him. 2D leaned his head against Murdoc's chest and wrapped his arms around his midsection curling his fingers against his back.

"It's alright, it's alright…Yew just get frustrated, tat's all…Yer mum told me about yer memory stuff one of t'e times she came ta check on you. Not yer fault, me hitting ya all those times don't help much either I'm sure."

"I still….I still 'ate it, it scares me y'know…Like…Like I'll just fo'get everyfink, like yew, and me mum…I don't wanna forget all tat."

He sounded scared, Murdoc had wondered that a couple of times. 2D's mom was a nurse though, she would know best about these things especially the patient being her own son….Then again she could have also just made things less terrible than they really were to keep herself sane. That seemed unlikely though, he knew it was just from all the pills and head traumas.

"Yew won't forget nothin' so don't t'ink like t'at…Sadly yer always gonna remember me." Murdoc said laughing to himself.

2D pulled back and looked up at him smiling sadly. He placed his hand on the younger man's cheek then leaned down kissing him softly.

"I always wanna remember 'bout yew, even t'e times I don't like yew much….I don't mind t'e hittin too bad, used ta scare me….I fink I remember yew hittin me when I was outta it."

Murdoc felt himself tense; he took a deep breath, and let it out slowly.

"Yeah mate I used ta hurt ya when you was outta it…I'm real sorry about t'at t'ough…I was just all frustrated about havin' ta take care of yew."

2D nodded and smiled like it really didn't matter. Sometimes he wished he had the mentality of the younger man, yeah he'd be dumb, sore, and frustrated….he wouldn't be scared of losing his mind completely though.

"It's okay, I understand. Yew told me about it, I unde'stand some of it…I still don't remember everyfink t'ough…I'm real sorry how yer dad treated ya t'ough." 2D said looking down.

Murdoc kissed him on the top of the head.

"It's al'ight mate, long as t'e old bastard don't come around no more t'en I'm happy….It's t'e one thing about becoming famous that is gonna scare me….I don't want him comin around tryin' ta take from me and run things 'round here."

It still felt weird sharing his thoughts and his emotions no matter how dead he liked to pretend they were with the younger man. When he had been out of his head it had been easy, because his only replies were occasional grunts, but now that 2D could really understand him and reply it made him feel uncomfortable. He'd wait to be judged or if he shard too much he would just switch into his rage mode and start beating the younger man up then leave him bloodied up and confused.

"He won't come round…zombies probably get 'im or I would, I don't like seein yew sad and stuff…Yew neva say nofink, but I can still tell."

Murdoc didn't reply, he leaned back against a tombstone with the younger man curled up against him. He groaned when he felt lips against the side of his neck.

"Should probably go back inside 'fore Russ or Noodle comes lookin' fer us. Don't think I could explain yew sittin' on me like t'is to em."

2D moved off of him and grabbed the now soaked notebook up off the ground before standing to his feet. He looked down at the now ruined book and frowned. Murdoc looked over his shoulder at the smeared black ink of what were once words.

"Stupid rain" 2D mumbled under his breath.

"It's al'ight, ya know it rains all t'e time in t'e graveyard…Come on let's get goin." He said tugging at the younger man's arm.

"Wait" The blue haired man said as he placed one hand on the back of Murdoc's head and the other on his hip pulling his body flush against his.

The bassist stared at him through wide eyes still trying to process the quick motion, 2D smiled down at him with the same smile he'd worn after the second car accident. Murdoc couldn't help, but shiver at the sight. He went to speak, but before he could get a word out the singer was kissing him hungrily. He didn't react for a few seconds, but once the younger man's tongue was in his mouth he managed to wrap his arms around him digging his nails into his back. He didn't even care about going inside right now or the zombies he heard groaning in the not too far distance. He wanted to say in a strange way this moment was perfect.

As quickly as it had happened it had ended, 2D pulled away stepping back from the older man. The wicked smile from before was gone now replaced by his usual stupid grin. The singer laughed before turning and making his way out of the graveyard. Murdoc picked the axe up from the ground and ran to catch up with him, it was the second time he actually had the almost feeling of love for the younger man.