2Doc Oneshots

One Moment [ANGST]

this is an experimental piece, and a short one at that

note: i did change the title and you'll see why eventually

phase 2

oOo

He stared at him from his keyboard, admiring the beauty only he could see. Murdoc Niccals was not one to be seen as beautiful, but he could see it; even if no one else could.

All of his staring had completely messed up the song, and the bassist got mad at him. He apologised in his accent, the words being pulled together, then stands up. "M'jus' gonna go t'bed ea'ly."

He was dying, and hadn't told anyone, feeling that it was better that they didn't know. He had been told that he would die at an unknown point in time before his next birthday, though in his sleep. And there would be a lot of blood coming up.

Stuart loved Murdoc, and had for four years; they got together in 2001, a week prior to their first album being released.

And now, by the time Murdoc came up for bed, he would be no longer alive. He only knew of his death happening tonight by the way he kept shaking and how dizzy he'd felt.

"2D, wait!" he heard Murdoc call and he paused his movements. "I'm sorry I yelled. I wasn't thinking," the bassist apologised and 2D nodded. "'s'fine," he said and Murdoc kissed him on the cheek. "I'll be up after practice finishes, alright? We can cuddle as we sleep."

2D nodded again and Murdoc returned to the studio while the singer walked down to the Winnebago. He'd made it a habit of sleeping in there since it was safer, and Murdoc had said nothing. Why would he? The two were dating, so it was obvious the two would sleep in the same room, even if that room was Murdoc's 'loveshack on wheels'.

The creaking of the door was music to 2D's ears, and he closed it slowly just to savour the sound for as long as possible. Once it was completely closed, he made his way to the bed and discarded both his shoes and his trousers. Then, he crawled under the duvet - which just so happened to smell an awful lot like alcohol, cigarettes and weed; basically Murdoc-scented - and shut his eyes. He began to cry, fully realising whats was about to happen, and he didn't like it.

After about two hours, Murdoc had walked into the Winnebago, and sat on his bed where he smiled at how cute his singer looked. But, upon realising that something was wrong - 2D was quite the light sleeper and would wake up at literally any movement - the bassist began to lightly shake the bluenette.

No response.

He rolled Stuart over and gasped at the sight of blood on both his chin and nose, as well as the blood on the sheets. This worried Murdoc more, so he checked for a heartbeat.

Nothing.

No heartbeat. His chest wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing. No. This was too much for Murdoc to handle, but he stayed anyways. He couldn't leave, so he began to clean. He didn't want anyone to suspect him of being the killer when clearly, there was no way he could have been murdered.

After cleaning, all Murdoc could do was cry. He cried loudly, because surely 2D would have known what would happen, yet had told no one. Not even Murdoc. He didn't blame him though; he figured that since 2D didn't say anything, it meant that he hadn't wanted anyone to worry.

When Murdoc had called someone, they carried his body away from the Winnebago; away from Murdoc. He was diagnosed a bit too late with an unknown disease and the doctors explained that 2D had known it was going to happen months earlier.

There was a funeral, which Murdoc refused to go to, but was persuaded by Noodle. He stood in the back away from everyone, crying, until Noodle and Russel went to comfort him.

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as i said before, this was a short experimental piece. i wanted to do something with little dialogue and more plot, all while making it angsty.

personal side note: scars are ugly and i hate them so much i want them gone