2Doc Oneshots

Strawberries

this beautiful oneshot was written by Cosmomos on fanfiction.net, so for the original, go there.

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When 2D performed songs such as these, the whole world would freeze and then, it would melt. His voice had such a rich golden tone to it and even after years of vocal abuse and age, his voice was forever something to behold when he'd lull out a track such as Tomorrow Comes Today, Stop the Dams or Broken. Don't even get started on Amarillo...

Tonight it so happened to be a fresh Gorillaz song: Busted and Blue. This song was particularly special because it was at heart, a romantic song which was a deep uncharted area for the band. The lyrics were to describe the dangerous attachment to technology. Because it had to and there was a certain image that Gorillaz needed to attain after all. But with eerie, amorous tones of the music and the thick emotion in 2D's voice as he sang, there was no other category to slot this neat little beauty besides the decadent "romance" section.

2D was also the mastermind behind the lyrics. He was arguably less political than his band mates being the most simple-minded one. When Murdoc was drunk enough to let a song written by the singer slip into their albums, it was sure to be the most tranquil and liberal track of the list. Busted and Blue was rapidly becoming a fan favourite and it hadn't occurred to the bassist why until he witnessed the song in person, 2D's face beneath one blue spotlight, small strands of cobalt hair clinging to a light layer of sweat on his forehead and those eyes... Orphic and ebony, void of everything besides the angst.

"...All my life

All my life

Be my light

On me, I am a satellite

And I can't get back without you

Be my love..."

This song was another door to his soul. The audience could feel it, the whole band could feel it.

This was the first time Murdoc had bothered to hear 2D sing this live, in the flesh; it was certainly different to the dimmed-down studio version that everyone had been going bananas over. The studio finish didn't quite capture the hoarseness in his throat, the way his slender manicured fingers caressed the microphone stand or the moments where his eyes fluttered closed and his lips quivered.

"...Weightless and fall on your body

'Til we're invisible

I'm with you throughout it, choose

Busted and Blue..."

Upon the last haunting note, 2D released his gentle clutch on the microphone, exhaling slowly. The magic had died, the song was over and the crowd's loud intrusive screaming drowned out the ghostly atmosphere of 2D's graceful ending. He opened his eyes and gazed a few yards beside him at Murdoc who was sheltered from the spotlight. The cheering drowned out into white noise and the gaze could not be demolished.

Murdoc's breath hitched in his throat and he felt a sharp ache protrude from his chest. Throughout the man's life, he found that no one could make him feel anything. No shame, no guilt, no love, no joy. But music, music made him feel everything. From this solemn exchange of mismatched eyes against black marble, he felt 2D and he felt his lyrics. Instantly he knew, this song was about him.

No sooner was the eye contact made it was broken and so was the uncomfortable twang of pain in Murdoc's chest. What a way to end a brilliant show, on a thoughtful and melancholy note and the band leader's unreadable expression had morphed into that of pride and satisfaction as he took a long stride into centre stage, nudging 2D with little thought and lolling his tongue out at the jeering crowd.