This is my first Real People slash. C&C will assure that it isn't my last.

    "Hey 2-D." He deposited Noodle in the back and shoved the bags, with the singers, into the very back behind the seats. "Where's Murdoc? You seen him?"

    "Mm? No."

    Russel winced in sympathy. The younger man looked like he had another headache. They'd been getting progressively worst lately and the large American was at a loss as to what to do for his friend. "You need your meds?"

    "Took 'em. I'll go find Murdoc 'k?"

    As he watched him leaving only when the hotel door shut did Russel realize what he'd just allowed. 2-D and Murdoc alone did not equal anything good! But he had to stay with Noodle. . . "Awe Shit!"
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    His head hurt. 2-D winced as he climbed the stairs and made his was to Murdoc's room. He'd lied about the medication. He hadn't taken them since Murdoc told him they made him weak and therefore stupid. 2-D didn't want to be stupid. He wanted to be . . . Murdoc's. Not cool or smooth or any other Russel words for very nice, he just wanted to belong to his idol.

    The door was shut and he knocked slightly. No answer. Quietly the singer opened the door and stepped inside. Maybe Murdoc needed help packing. //I can do that.//

    "Ung! Harder Bitch! Yeah! Fuck yeah! You like that don't ya? You're a good little bitch!"

    "M. . . mur. . . murdoc!"

    "Did I tell you to talk? Shut up and ride it whore!"

    The blue haired boy had run into the main room of the suite when Murdoc had first groaned, thinking he was in pain. Now he could only stand, rooted to the spot, as his dreams were played out by someone else. "no." He whimpered desperatly, "i'm murdoc's. i am."

    The dark haired man roared in completion and dug his long, sharp nails into the woman, drawing blood and licking it from his fingers. He looked peaceful. Happy. 2-D sobbed out loud. He 'was' happy. And it had had nothing to do with 2-D or his dreams, just a nameless girl. //Why?! Why not me?! I can be nameless! I can act like a girl!//

    With a crushed heart, broken dreams, and a pale and pained face, 2-D rushed away from the evil sight and ran in no particular direction. He just had to get away from the moaning and the happy look on Murdoc's face. //I can't make him happy like that. Why can't I make him happy like that?//
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    "You're done bitch. Shove off."

    "But Mur. . ."

    "Don't talk! I told you to keep your fucking gab shut! Git! Push off!"

    He watched her gather her clothes and storm away in a huff. Another forgetable fuck with some bint who happened to have a familiar face. The face of some one he know he'd never possess like he did those fan girl bitches.

    He flicked his cigarette into the ash try and walked over to his bag. Time to meet the rest of them and go back home sweet home. Sure, whatever.

    A moment later the broad poked her head back into the room, "Hey Murdoc."

    "What do you WANT?!"

    "I just saw one of your band guys."

    "Congradulations. You've seen us. Now get the fuck out."

    "He looked sick."

    "Probably Stu Pot. 'is head is hurtin' him worst. Nothing new you fucking shit so there's the door."

    She glarred at him and turned to the door, offering one last parting shot. "He was crying."

    When the door finally shut, Murdoc threw on some clothes and tossed the rest in his dufflel. He was tired of women all together. They were all completely busy and dizzy. Thinkin' he gave a fuck if the stupid Stu Pot was bawlin' or not. fucking idiot.

    Slamming the door open he trudged down the stairs to the jeep and threw his bag in. "Where's that lazy wanker? It's time to go."

    "You weren't here so I sent him to get you, but he hasn't come back yet." Russel looked Murdoc over carefully, "You didn't see him?"

    "I was busy with a bit of the old in out if you get me."
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    Russel was torn. He wanted to go look for 2-D but he didn't want to leave Noodle with Murdoc. He knew that this was a bad idea but. . . "Could you please get him? We're running late as it is."

    "You want me to play guardian the the numb nut."

    Russel almost groaned out loud, "Please?"

    With a shrug the Satanist turned and wetn back into the hotel and Russel was left to contemplate what he'd done.
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    Murdoc was pissed off! He couldn't find the little ape anywhere and he WANTED to get out of there. Finally he slammed into the last place he hadn't checked. The ladies bathroom. Sure enough there was 2-D. On his knees on the sinks cupboard looking into the mirror and trying to. . . what the hell was he trying to do?

    "We're late because of you."

    2-D jumped and yelped and Murdoc caught site of what he'd been doing.

    "Where the fuck did you get a make up kit?!"

    "I uh. . . "

    "You stole it didn't you? Potential you got. . ." He froze and looked carefully at his fellow band member, "Are you wearing it?! What the fuck is going on in that tiny little brain of yours."

    "I. . . I thought. . ."

    Murdoc was really at a loss for words! Stu Pot had held them all up to fix him makeup? "Go dyou really are a fag aren't you!"

He watched the boy pale at his sarcastic words and his eyes narrowed in realization, "You really are. Aren't you."

    "I just wanted you to like me."

    "I'm not a Poofer! Are you that stupid?"

    Tear were running the masscara under the wide and blank eyes. "I love you."

    "SHUT UP!!" The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed through the room and 2-D went skidding across the tiled floor. Blood was dribbling down his chin. "You're nothing! Singers are a dime a dozen. You think we could find a new one? No one would even know you were gone! Get into the Jeep NOW and I don't want to hear another peep about your faggy feelings got it?!"

    "Yes Murdoc."

    The satanist waited until the door closed behind his bleeding band mate before pressing his head against the cool glass. 2-D he'd been thinking about 2-D a lot lately. Dreaming about him. Picking up chick that looked like him in some way, but they never satisfied for long. The little fucker was messing with his head! He was Murdoc! //This is MY band! I will NOT let that poofer make me forget that!//

    With a few deep and calming breaths, Murdoc nodded and walked into the lobby again and out the the Jeep. 2-D was sitting in the back. //You think I care where you sit? Fuckin' trying to psych me out?!// He started it up and peeled out of the drive with out a word. And he didn't miss 2-D's presence beside him. He didn't. He didn't hear him sobbing against Russ's shoulder. He DIDN'T. He slammed on the gas and roared toward home. //Fuckin' fag!//

Well? Should I try for another? *crickets chirping* -_-'