First Gorillaz story!
OC is named after a character in a song by Mew, called Special. I do not own the name, the song, or Mew.
The characters Russel, 2D, Noodle, and Murdoc are property of Damon and Jamie (sadly).
I take only credit for the story at hand.

He laid still on his bed. Breathing and blinking seemed to take effort. It wasn't so much that he was tired, he had simply given up. He knew he would die here. Alone. Longing. His thoughts consumed him tonight. 2D very much desired to look out his window, into the dark murky water, but he knew that damned whale was there. Instead he stared into the snowy television screen. He curled into a fetal position, hugging his legs to his chest. 2D's pity party was abruptly interrupted by one Murdoc Niccals.

"FACEACHE. There's a ship outside, a stranger ship watching MY island!" He smashed the door open. It drained his strength, but 2D managed to lower his gaze to the angry man bellowing at him. "Get out there and WATCH IT!" When 2D didn't move, Murdoc lunged forward and grabbed his arms, yanking him out of bed and to his feet. It wrenched 2D's shoulder, and this rewarded Murdoc with a strangled cry of pain. Murdoc dragged the stumbling, struggling 2D towards a balcony that over looked the ocean. He flung 2D out onto the balcony, quite roughly. It was freezing outside. 2D hugged himself, ignoring his throbbing shoulder.

"Keep an eye on the ship an' tell me if it moves!" Murdoc shut the door and locked it. 2D heard it click. He sat, with his back against the wall, curling in on himself to stay warm. The stupid boat wasn't even moving. He let out a heavy breath through dilated nostrils, his breath visible. He heard the door slide open and he tensed, waiting to be struck. Instead, a blanket was tenderly draped over him. He snuggled with it, grateful for the warmth. Noodle stroked his hair.

"Would you like some tea? I'll warm some for you," she offered gently. 2D looked at her sadly.

"I would like that, yes." he said. He was a little surprised at how raspy his voice was, thought these were the first words he'd spoken in nearly three days. She smiled at him and left to get the tea. He spaced out completely, staring at the little boat. It had one light on, and he couldn't see anyone. He was startled when she appeared in front of him, offering him a mug of tea. He took it, nursing it slowly. She sat next to him, putting an arm around his shoulders. He was so scarred from the emotional and physical abuse, he couldn't even enjoy it, despite his strong want to. She lightly held him while she spoke to him.

"I know Murdoc intends to leave you out here until something happens. I'll talk to him and try to get him to change his mind. But we ARE talking about Murdoc here, you know. If he doesn't relent, I'll at least take care of you." Noodle didn't like the way that sounded. 2D didn't either, as evidenced by him pushing the empty mug at her and turning his head away. She took the mug and went back inside, leaving 2D to watch and sleep alone in the cold.

2D was exiled outside for three days. Noodle would bring him food. There was a small, closet like bathroom accessible to him. But, understandably, he was miserable. It was on the fourth night that he saw the boat move again. Pulling the blanket tight around him, he rose shakily and peered over the railing. The boat docked, and a woman stepped off, securing it to their island. She approached, but 2D just watched. Noodle came rushing out onto his balcony. He spun to face her.

"2D, you're supposed to tell Murdoc! Ugh, I'll go tell him, you'll get in trouble, you know!" Exasperated, Noodle rushed back in, but failed to close the doors all the way. This did not escape 2D's notice. He stood there dumbly, looking down, trying to crane his neck to see the door to the inside of the island. He couldn't see, so he slipped inside, relieved to be out of the cold. He could hear voices, excited but not loud. Then he heard someone rapidly approaching. Murdoc. He grabbed 2D's arm, re-aggravating his shoulder injury, and dragged him into the main lounge.

"Look, the person on the boat made it in. It was YOUR job to tell me, not Noodle's!" Murdoc snapped.

"Murdoc-" Was that the strange woman? How did she know his name?

"No, no I gave the lazy slob an order, a simple request that he just failed miserably at!" Murdoc was yelling. 2D, frightened of Murdoc and the stranger, writhed and managed to slip out of Murdoc's grip. He stumbled back a step, then turned to dash away. But the bassist stuck his leg out, tripping the fleeing 2D. He fell hard, and in his shock was unable to get up right away. "Stupid GIT!" Murdoc emphasized the last word by giving 2D a kick to the left side of his rib cage, keeping the terrified man down. 2D coughed harshly as the air was forced out of his lungs. He then gasped, trying to breathe again.

"MURDOC. Enough!" The stranger snapped. He looked at her, almost worried, and backed off. 2D's vision was, more or less, gone. He saw only white, the pain unlike anything he'd ever felt. He couldn't see, but he could feel. And he felt someone kneeling over him. It was an unfamiliar figure. He felt arms wrap around him, gently lift him to his feet. He cried out quietly in near agony and almost collapsed. He clung to the figure.

"I'm taking him to his bed… surely he has one?" her voice was soothing, but her tone left no room for countering her. His head swam. She was rubbing his back as she supported him, waiting for a reply.

"Yea. Take the lift." Murdoc's voice was void of any anger or hatred. He felt the stranger's breath near his ear.

"Come along. Let's get you to bed," she comforted. 2D leaned into her. Stranger or not, it was the most kindness he'd received in a long time. She let him set his own pace to the lift, where, as they stood together, 2D relaxed against her as opposed to simply leaning. She helped him into bed, trying to be careful of his bruised ribs. She accidentally over strained his shoulder, pulling a whimper from him.

"Sorry, I'm sorry Stuart," she mumbled, concern etched in her face. He could see her, though she was blurry. She was plain but pretty, with green eyes, pale skin, and waist length very pale blonde hair that was loosely clipped to not fall into her face. She pulled the blankets up to his torso.

"Ff… Fanks," 2D said shakily. "'Oo are you, ezactly?" She smiled.

"We'll meet properly tomorrow, ok? Rest now." She ran her hand affectionately over 2D's hair, and he let his eyes close. She knew their names. She used HIS name. No one ever called him Stuart. He liked it. He was startled to find he wanted the woman to stay. When he opened his heavy lidded eyes, he found he was alone again. He let himself fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.

x-X-x

The newcomer slipped outside with Murdoc. He looked at her, welcoming her presence.

"So. Why are you suddenly here, Agarina?"

"Lost my job. I had nowhere to go, so I came looking for you, my dear cousin." Murdoc let out a breath of smoke, knocked the ashes from his cigarette,

"Economy's dead eh?" He looked out over the ocean. "You here for me or Faceache?" She frowned. "I know, Rina. You always ask how 'e is, tell me to be nice in your letters. You can't fix that. Or salvage anything."

"I came to save you as much as him," Rina answered calmly. Murdoc slung his arms around her shoulders.

"You are the only family that ever gave half a nod to me, Rina. I'm happy to see you and of course you can stay. Just don't waste your energy on that miserable sod," Murdoc said. "And 2D ain't much worth your time either." Rina chuckled quietly.

"Well, you're going to have to curb yourself with me around. You're a band. Friends. Hell, family. You need to plaaaaay niiiiiice," she half teased, poking Murdoc's side. He flicked his cigarette into the water.

"Let's get a room set for you then,' he offered. "You had better planned on staying here for a bit."