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darkly_ironicTitle: No Happy Endings (9/? - "Just Eminent Danger")
Rating: PG-13
Paring: slight Billy/Penny
Word Count: 2419
Summary: The Hero is dead, and the Villain has taken over the city. Caught between worlds, all Penny wants is to get back to a normal life, only to find that she's already a pawn in epic struggles she didn't even know existed. AU from 'Slipping'.
A/N: Okay, I made a firm vow to myself when I started writing this that the whole thing was going to be Penny's POV. I even told people this. I wasn't lying when I said it, I promise! I was trying to figure out what was happening back in LA while Penny and Moist where in the City, and it got long, and complicated, and Vital Future Plot Points started to worm their way in... Anyway, let the flashbacks commence!
Four days earlier—
The Hero:
“I’m sorry, but there was nothing we could do.” Justice Joe patted Captain Hammer’s shoulder in a fake-conciliatory gesture that made Hammer want to bash his face in. He’d known it was a mistake, he’d known it, and now Penny was missing and probably dead at the hands of that arrogant, scheming, evil little—
“She was gone by the time we got there, Dr. Horrible is apparently better informed then we thought. That or the girl was simply unable to deal with the stress of an undercover operation.” He looked pensive. “Maybe I should have sent Elementia instead…”
“It wasn’t Penny’s fault,” Hammer told him, fighting back anger. He tried to remember what the therapist had told him when he was recovering from being dead—“Visualize an ocean, calm and serene…” It hadn’t worked then, and it hadn’t become more effective with time. Focus on Penny. She can’t be dead; Horrible doesn’t have the guts to kill her… He was hoping very hard that was the case.
“Come now Captain, stay calm.”
“Did he say she was dead?” Hammer had to know.
“Not once we arrived, but in his phone call Horrible told us that he’d kill her if we didn’t get there quickly enough.”
“Didn’t you guys arrest him?” There had been a rumor in the news half an hour earlier, about a raid on Dr. Horrible’s mansion by the police. Hammer had braved the streets and left for Guild headquarters immediately, but by the time he got there it was all over.
Joe didn’t look happy Hammer had brought that up. “Briefly, but he didn’t tell us anything, and he was only in our custody for an hour before he escaped.”
Hammer snorted. Typical.
“If it’s any comfort, I don’t think she’s dead. Dr. Horrible has a henchman, an odd, sweaty little man called ‘Moist’. Our eyes and ears at the house reported him leaving five minutes after Horrible called us. It’s possible the girl was in the car with him.”
“You had someone watching the house?” Hammer wasn’t the best plotter the world had ever seen, but the idea of something approaching a plan was slowly coagulating.
“Johnny Snow.” Joe laughed softly. “He’s not much use, but he’s eager and relishes any chance to go against Dr. Horrible.”
“Yeah. I should—go. See you later.”
Hammer took the stairs instead of the elevator, going down two steps at a time. Johnny would be obligated to make some kind of report to Jessica down at the front office. With luck he’d still be there—
He was out of breath when he finally burst out into the lobby. Snow was leaving, and Hammer just had time to see a flash trim from his ridiculous jacket, before he was out the door and out of sight. Hammer took a deep breath, and ran across the lobby and out the door.
“Snow!”
Johnny stopped. “Captain Hammer?”
Hammer closed the distance between them, and tried to make of show of not gasping for breath. You’re really out of shape, the little voice at the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Dr. Horrible said. Is it too embarrassing for you to go to the gym?
“Johnny,” he said. “How would you like to become Dr. Horrible’s nemesis?”
His reaction was not what Hammer had expected. “I thought I was already!”
Hammer blinked.
“Sorry, dude, but you were dead. Someone had to take over.”
Dr. Horrible’s ex-nemesis tried to figure out a comeback. “Well, then why aren’t you defeating him?”
“I’m getting to that.” There was a short, awkward pause. “How did you even get him to fight you?”
“I never had a problem with that.”
“Oh. Is that all you wanted to tell me?”
He turned like he was going to leave, but Hammer could tell he wasn’t really going to walk away, not yet. He’d always flattered himself by thinking small-timers like Johnny looked up to him, and it looked like that actually might be the case.
“No. I’m going to defeat Dr. Horrible. I’m going to save Penny, and I’m going to take down the ELE. Do you want to help me?” It was a grand, Heroic speech, the kind Hammer had dreamed about in the days before Heroism became a fact of life. Johnny didn’t look impressed.
“You save Penny, I’ll defeat Dr. Horrible. We can split the ELE.”
Hammer shrugged. “Sounds fine to me.”
* * *
The Nemesis:
Johnny Snow tried to sound nonchalant, but he could barely believe what the ex-hero had said. A real chance at confronting Dr. Horrible? It was what he’d been waiting for. And he’d have the villain’s old nemesis at his side to show Johnny the ropes. A day that had started out very unpromising was now looking considerably brighter.
Johnny quickly told Hammer what he’d seen, Penny arriving in the taxi, the henchmen leaving in a battered car later that afternoon, the police arriving a few minutes later. The Heroes had told him later about the threat against Penny, and Johnny had been genuinely sorry he hadn’t been able to help her. He’d grown attached to her in the months he’d been acting as guardian angel, and he’d even hoped that he could be some kind of sponsor for her once she was in the Guild. Now he guessed that the chances of getting her back alive were little to nil, but he didn’t tell Captain Hammer that. Let the failed superhero have his hope; it was pretty much all he had left.
One benefit of Johnny’s powers was that they didn’t need air-conditioning, which was good because his car didn’t have any. They were driving north, after a quick visit to an associate of Dr. Horrible’s henchman--optimistically called the Pink Pummeler--had revealed that said henchmen had stopped by an hour before, and asked how to get on Highway 1 northbound. After that it was just guesswork.
They searched every town they passed through, though not very thoroughly. They’d drive down the main streets looking for the old white station wagon that Johnny had seen leave the mansion, and call the town a loss after a few blocks. Both knew they’d never find them like that, but neither could think of any better plan.
They ended up veering east toward Sacramento, drawn by a report on the Heroes’ Guild website about a redheaded woman found murdered there. They were halfway to the capital when the phone call came.
Johnny answered. He and Hammer were at a dusty truck-driver’s diner just off the highway. They’d been driving for three days, and Johnny was exhausted, and as close to over heated as he could get. He’d even taken off his parka.
“Hello?” He hadn’t recognized the number, and was mentally preparing to do battle with a telemarketer, but the voice that answered didn’t sound like any telemarketer he’d ever heard before.
“Snow, you’re going the wrong way,” said a woman’s voice. She sounded cool and educated, with a hint of a British accent. “You won’t find what you’re looking for here.”
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“You don’t know me, but I’m the one who’s going to help you find your needle in a haystack. It’s in San Francisco—I can give you the address.”
“Napkin,” Johnny mouthed at Hammer, who frowned. Johnny rolled his eyes and snatched one out of the holder, then scrabbled for a pen.
“Ready?”
“Shoot.”
She gave Johnny the address of a hotel, and the room number where Penny would be found. It was too incredible to be real, but Johnny was getting desperate.
“Who are you again?” he asked when she was finished.
The woman’s answering laugh was soft and not particularly kind. “I’d tell you my name is not important, but that would be cliché. Suffice it to say that I am someone with knowledge of many things, and an interest in putting history on its proper course. Things have happened that should not have, and I would like to see that rectified. No doubt you will hear from me again.” The line went dead.
“Well?” Captain Hammer demanded.
“That was… weird, but I think we should listen to her.”
“What about the dead girl?”
“Would you rather go identify a body or track her down alive?”
“Good point.”
They reached the city in the evening, and found the hotel without incident.
“That’s it! That’s his car!” Johnny parked next to it, and jumped out. The room numbers the woman had given him were on the second floor; he and Hammer climbed the stairs as quickly and stealthily as they could.
“Should we knock?” Johnny whispered when they reached the door.
Hammer answered by kicking the door in.
* * *
The Villain:
After he helped Moist get Penny into the car, Billy went back to his lab and found his coat and goggles. When the police and superheroes arrived a few minutes later, it was Dr. Horrible who answered the door.
“You can look all you want, she’s not here,” he said as calmly as he could with a dozen guns nervously pointed at his head. “You were too late.” He thought about emphasizing his point with an evil laugh, but decided against it.
“You’re coming with us,” the Hero who seemed to be in charge said, grabbing Billy by the shoulder, and pushing him towards the cars.
He didn’t resist when they cuffed him, and shoved him into the back of one of the police cars. Penny was gone, that was the important thing, and the longer he could provide a distraction, the further Moist could get before they went after him.
Billy wasn’t sure where they took him. The normal places were out of the question due to their being blown up the day before. He hadn’t even been able to get a good look at the outside of the building before he was hustled inside, though that might partly have been the goggles. They looked cool, but were murder on peripheral vision, and the tented lenses made visibility limited at best.
He ended up in what looked like a police interview room, complete with one-way mirror, and a paint job in that particular shade of sickly green that was a staple in all cop shows. There were additions to the room though that hinted that most of the prisoners brought there weren’t in for shoplifting. The room was a fortress designed to keep in the strongest and most evil interviewee. Billy tried to look unthreatening.
“Have a seat,” the Hero who’d brought him in said.
Billy sat warily.
“Dr. Horrible.”
“Wingspan.” Billy supposed the Hero was going for anonymity since he hadn’t given a name, but the giant wings sprouting from his back kind of gave him away.
“That was odd, calling in the Guild. Not the way I would expect a high-ranking member of the ELE to act. There wasn’t even a trap.”
“How do you know that? Maybe I was the trap.” Billy leaned back the uncomfortable chair as well as he could with his hands still cuffed behind him. This was not going to end well.
Wingspan ruffled his feathers, and Billy was suddenly reminded of a grumpy chicken. The comparison made him laugh, which probably wasn’t the best idea. In a second Wingspan was around the table and had Billy in a headlock, pulling out him up out of his chair. Billy who had far more experience with choking then he would have liked, went limp.
“You think this is funny?” the Hero asked. “Well it’ll be real funny if we find that girl dead.”
“Special to you, is she?” Billy gasped.
“You little—” Wingspan dropped him, and strode over to the door. “I’ll be back,” he promised, then he was gone and the door was slamming shut behind him.
Billy breathed deeply, half a sigh of relief, half just trying to re-oxygenate his lungs. That had been close. His hands unclenched around the keycard he’d lifted from Wingspan while the Hero had been busy throttling him. It took a few tries, and he almost dropped the card more than once, but then he was free. Well, sort of. He tried the door next. It was locked, of course, and the key didn’t work on it.
The problem was, Billy had no idea how to break out of a room like this. He’d never had to. That was the ironic thing: apart from the ‘evil supervillain’ title he’d gained, his criminal record was clear. Captain Hammer could have arrested him several dozen times, but he’d always opted to just beat him up instead. Billy had thought that a fair bargain at the time, but here he was, stuck like a rat in a cage, wishing he had more practical experience with jail breaking.
He looked for ventilation ducts, without any real hope, and tried picking the lock on the door, also to no avail. He’d just decided to wait and see what happened when the lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Billy tensed himself to fight or run, but the policeman outside the door didn’t look like a threat. In fact, there was something about him that seemed…weird.
“Follow me,” he said, and there was definitely no one home. He turned and walked back down the hall. Billy followed.
The end of the hall was blocked by a fire door. The policeman pushed it open, oblivious to the sudden alarms that made Billy jump.
“Go.”
Billy went, darting out the fire door and across the empty parking lot. He still wasn’t sure where he was, but his most pressing concern was getting away, which he did, with style.
Dead Bowie was waiting for him at the street corner, his scarf glinting in the dim light.
“Dr. Horrible, I see you are with us once again,” he drawled.
“Bowie. Were you behind that?”
“Of course. Why take the effort when you can brainwash someone into doing it for you?” Bowie was baiting him, and Billy knew it. Bowie’s—talents—had always made Billy uncomfortable.
“Maybe now you can help me. I’ve got this little plan I’ve been working on, one that could use your brains and ambition. We’d love it if you’d join us.”
Billy saw Tie-Die and Fury Leika were there too, standing in the shadows.
Dead Bowie met his eyes. “You will help us, won’t you?”
And suddenly Billy wanted to help them very, very much.
Rating: PG-13
Paring: slight Billy/Penny
Word Count: 2419
Summary: The Hero is dead, and the Villain has taken over the city. Caught between worlds, all Penny wants is to get back to a normal life, only to find that she's already a pawn in epic struggles she didn't even know existed. AU from 'Slipping'.
A/N: Okay, I made a firm vow to myself when I started writing this that the whole thing was going to be Penny's POV. I even told people this. I wasn't lying when I said it, I promise! I was trying to figure out what was happening back in LA while Penny and Moist where in the City, and it got long, and complicated, and Vital Future Plot Points started to worm their way in... Anyway, let the flashbacks commence!
Four days earlier—
The Hero:
“I’m sorry, but there was nothing we could do.” Justice Joe patted Captain Hammer’s shoulder in a fake-conciliatory gesture that made Hammer want to bash his face in. He’d known it was a mistake, he’d known it, and now Penny was missing and probably dead at the hands of that arrogant, scheming, evil little—
“She was gone by the time we got there, Dr. Horrible is apparently better informed then we thought. That or the girl was simply unable to deal with the stress of an undercover operation.” He looked pensive. “Maybe I should have sent Elementia instead…”
“It wasn’t Penny’s fault,” Hammer told him, fighting back anger. He tried to remember what the therapist had told him when he was recovering from being dead—“Visualize an ocean, calm and serene…” It hadn’t worked then, and it hadn’t become more effective with time. Focus on Penny. She can’t be dead; Horrible doesn’t have the guts to kill her… He was hoping very hard that was the case.
“Come now Captain, stay calm.”
“Did he say she was dead?” Hammer had to know.
“Not once we arrived, but in his phone call Horrible told us that he’d kill her if we didn’t get there quickly enough.”
“Didn’t you guys arrest him?” There had been a rumor in the news half an hour earlier, about a raid on Dr. Horrible’s mansion by the police. Hammer had braved the streets and left for Guild headquarters immediately, but by the time he got there it was all over.
Joe didn’t look happy Hammer had brought that up. “Briefly, but he didn’t tell us anything, and he was only in our custody for an hour before he escaped.”
Hammer snorted. Typical.
“If it’s any comfort, I don’t think she’s dead. Dr. Horrible has a henchman, an odd, sweaty little man called ‘Moist’. Our eyes and ears at the house reported him leaving five minutes after Horrible called us. It’s possible the girl was in the car with him.”
“You had someone watching the house?” Hammer wasn’t the best plotter the world had ever seen, but the idea of something approaching a plan was slowly coagulating.
“Johnny Snow.” Joe laughed softly. “He’s not much use, but he’s eager and relishes any chance to go against Dr. Horrible.”
“Yeah. I should—go. See you later.”
Hammer took the stairs instead of the elevator, going down two steps at a time. Johnny would be obligated to make some kind of report to Jessica down at the front office. With luck he’d still be there—
He was out of breath when he finally burst out into the lobby. Snow was leaving, and Hammer just had time to see a flash trim from his ridiculous jacket, before he was out the door and out of sight. Hammer took a deep breath, and ran across the lobby and out the door.
“Snow!”
Johnny stopped. “Captain Hammer?”
Hammer closed the distance between them, and tried to make of show of not gasping for breath. You’re really out of shape, the little voice at the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like Dr. Horrible said. Is it too embarrassing for you to go to the gym?
“Johnny,” he said. “How would you like to become Dr. Horrible’s nemesis?”
His reaction was not what Hammer had expected. “I thought I was already!”
Hammer blinked.
“Sorry, dude, but you were dead. Someone had to take over.”
Dr. Horrible’s ex-nemesis tried to figure out a comeback. “Well, then why aren’t you defeating him?”
“I’m getting to that.” There was a short, awkward pause. “How did you even get him to fight you?”
“I never had a problem with that.”
“Oh. Is that all you wanted to tell me?”
He turned like he was going to leave, but Hammer could tell he wasn’t really going to walk away, not yet. He’d always flattered himself by thinking small-timers like Johnny looked up to him, and it looked like that actually might be the case.
“No. I’m going to defeat Dr. Horrible. I’m going to save Penny, and I’m going to take down the ELE. Do you want to help me?” It was a grand, Heroic speech, the kind Hammer had dreamed about in the days before Heroism became a fact of life. Johnny didn’t look impressed.
“You save Penny, I’ll defeat Dr. Horrible. We can split the ELE.”
Hammer shrugged. “Sounds fine to me.”
* * *
The Nemesis:
Johnny Snow tried to sound nonchalant, but he could barely believe what the ex-hero had said. A real chance at confronting Dr. Horrible? It was what he’d been waiting for. And he’d have the villain’s old nemesis at his side to show Johnny the ropes. A day that had started out very unpromising was now looking considerably brighter.
Johnny quickly told Hammer what he’d seen, Penny arriving in the taxi, the henchmen leaving in a battered car later that afternoon, the police arriving a few minutes later. The Heroes had told him later about the threat against Penny, and Johnny had been genuinely sorry he hadn’t been able to help her. He’d grown attached to her in the months he’d been acting as guardian angel, and he’d even hoped that he could be some kind of sponsor for her once she was in the Guild. Now he guessed that the chances of getting her back alive were little to nil, but he didn’t tell Captain Hammer that. Let the failed superhero have his hope; it was pretty much all he had left.
One benefit of Johnny’s powers was that they didn’t need air-conditioning, which was good because his car didn’t have any. They were driving north, after a quick visit to an associate of Dr. Horrible’s henchman--optimistically called the Pink Pummeler--had revealed that said henchmen had stopped by an hour before, and asked how to get on Highway 1 northbound. After that it was just guesswork.
They searched every town they passed through, though not very thoroughly. They’d drive down the main streets looking for the old white station wagon that Johnny had seen leave the mansion, and call the town a loss after a few blocks. Both knew they’d never find them like that, but neither could think of any better plan.
They ended up veering east toward Sacramento, drawn by a report on the Heroes’ Guild website about a redheaded woman found murdered there. They were halfway to the capital when the phone call came.
Johnny answered. He and Hammer were at a dusty truck-driver’s diner just off the highway. They’d been driving for three days, and Johnny was exhausted, and as close to over heated as he could get. He’d even taken off his parka.
“Hello?” He hadn’t recognized the number, and was mentally preparing to do battle with a telemarketer, but the voice that answered didn’t sound like any telemarketer he’d ever heard before.
“Snow, you’re going the wrong way,” said a woman’s voice. She sounded cool and educated, with a hint of a British accent. “You won’t find what you’re looking for here.”
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“You don’t know me, but I’m the one who’s going to help you find your needle in a haystack. It’s in San Francisco—I can give you the address.”
“Napkin,” Johnny mouthed at Hammer, who frowned. Johnny rolled his eyes and snatched one out of the holder, then scrabbled for a pen.
“Ready?”
“Shoot.”
She gave Johnny the address of a hotel, and the room number where Penny would be found. It was too incredible to be real, but Johnny was getting desperate.
“Who are you again?” he asked when she was finished.
The woman’s answering laugh was soft and not particularly kind. “I’d tell you my name is not important, but that would be cliché. Suffice it to say that I am someone with knowledge of many things, and an interest in putting history on its proper course. Things have happened that should not have, and I would like to see that rectified. No doubt you will hear from me again.” The line went dead.
“Well?” Captain Hammer demanded.
“That was… weird, but I think we should listen to her.”
“What about the dead girl?”
“Would you rather go identify a body or track her down alive?”
“Good point.”
They reached the city in the evening, and found the hotel without incident.
“That’s it! That’s his car!” Johnny parked next to it, and jumped out. The room numbers the woman had given him were on the second floor; he and Hammer climbed the stairs as quickly and stealthily as they could.
“Should we knock?” Johnny whispered when they reached the door.
Hammer answered by kicking the door in.
* * *
The Villain:
After he helped Moist get Penny into the car, Billy went back to his lab and found his coat and goggles. When the police and superheroes arrived a few minutes later, it was Dr. Horrible who answered the door.
“You can look all you want, she’s not here,” he said as calmly as he could with a dozen guns nervously pointed at his head. “You were too late.” He thought about emphasizing his point with an evil laugh, but decided against it.
“You’re coming with us,” the Hero who seemed to be in charge said, grabbing Billy by the shoulder, and pushing him towards the cars.
He didn’t resist when they cuffed him, and shoved him into the back of one of the police cars. Penny was gone, that was the important thing, and the longer he could provide a distraction, the further Moist could get before they went after him.
Billy wasn’t sure where they took him. The normal places were out of the question due to their being blown up the day before. He hadn’t even been able to get a good look at the outside of the building before he was hustled inside, though that might partly have been the goggles. They looked cool, but were murder on peripheral vision, and the tented lenses made visibility limited at best.
He ended up in what looked like a police interview room, complete with one-way mirror, and a paint job in that particular shade of sickly green that was a staple in all cop shows. There were additions to the room though that hinted that most of the prisoners brought there weren’t in for shoplifting. The room was a fortress designed to keep in the strongest and most evil interviewee. Billy tried to look unthreatening.
“Have a seat,” the Hero who’d brought him in said.
Billy sat warily.
“Dr. Horrible.”
“Wingspan.” Billy supposed the Hero was going for anonymity since he hadn’t given a name, but the giant wings sprouting from his back kind of gave him away.
“That was odd, calling in the Guild. Not the way I would expect a high-ranking member of the ELE to act. There wasn’t even a trap.”
“How do you know that? Maybe I was the trap.” Billy leaned back the uncomfortable chair as well as he could with his hands still cuffed behind him. This was not going to end well.
Wingspan ruffled his feathers, and Billy was suddenly reminded of a grumpy chicken. The comparison made him laugh, which probably wasn’t the best idea. In a second Wingspan was around the table and had Billy in a headlock, pulling out him up out of his chair. Billy who had far more experience with choking then he would have liked, went limp.
“You think this is funny?” the Hero asked. “Well it’ll be real funny if we find that girl dead.”
“Special to you, is she?” Billy gasped.
“You little—” Wingspan dropped him, and strode over to the door. “I’ll be back,” he promised, then he was gone and the door was slamming shut behind him.
Billy breathed deeply, half a sigh of relief, half just trying to re-oxygenate his lungs. That had been close. His hands unclenched around the keycard he’d lifted from Wingspan while the Hero had been busy throttling him. It took a few tries, and he almost dropped the card more than once, but then he was free. Well, sort of. He tried the door next. It was locked, of course, and the key didn’t work on it.
The problem was, Billy had no idea how to break out of a room like this. He’d never had to. That was the ironic thing: apart from the ‘evil supervillain’ title he’d gained, his criminal record was clear. Captain Hammer could have arrested him several dozen times, but he’d always opted to just beat him up instead. Billy had thought that a fair bargain at the time, but here he was, stuck like a rat in a cage, wishing he had more practical experience with jail breaking.
He looked for ventilation ducts, without any real hope, and tried picking the lock on the door, also to no avail. He’d just decided to wait and see what happened when the lock clicked, and the door swung open.
Billy tensed himself to fight or run, but the policeman outside the door didn’t look like a threat. In fact, there was something about him that seemed…weird.
“Follow me,” he said, and there was definitely no one home. He turned and walked back down the hall. Billy followed.
The end of the hall was blocked by a fire door. The policeman pushed it open, oblivious to the sudden alarms that made Billy jump.
“Go.”
Billy went, darting out the fire door and across the empty parking lot. He still wasn’t sure where he was, but his most pressing concern was getting away, which he did, with style.
Dead Bowie was waiting for him at the street corner, his scarf glinting in the dim light.
“Dr. Horrible, I see you are with us once again,” he drawled.
“Bowie. Were you behind that?”
“Of course. Why take the effort when you can brainwash someone into doing it for you?” Bowie was baiting him, and Billy knew it. Bowie’s—talents—had always made Billy uncomfortable.
“Maybe now you can help me. I’ve got this little plan I’ve been working on, one that could use your brains and ambition. We’d love it if you’d join us.”
Billy saw Tie-Die and Fury Leika were there too, standing in the shadows.
Dead Bowie met his eyes. “You will help us, won’t you?”
And suddenly Billy wanted to help them very, very much.
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Date: 2010-04-30 06:42 pm (UTC)Dead Bowie's brainwashed Dr. Horrible?!! Oh my god... Moist and Penny need to rescue him! Except Captain Hammer's there... arrgghhhh... NNED MORE PLZ
(Lol coherency, what is that?) :P
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Date: 2010-04-30 10:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-03 08:56 am (UTC)a) I totally ship wingspan/Horrible and was hoping for handcuff porn
b) I ship Bowie/Horrible MOAR and am now just hoping for mind control porn.
I'm so sorry. :-)
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Date: 2010-05-03 05:38 pm (UTC)b) Bowie in this is heavily influenced by "Scary Monsters", so it's a possibility. : )
I've decided that I can very happily ship Horrible with *anybody*. : D
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Date: 2010-06-20 08:16 am (UTC)Billy, poor Billy :(
>> “Wingspan.” Billy supposed the Hero was going for anonymity since he hadn’t given a name, but the giant wings sprouting from his back kind of gave him away.<<
Poor superhero. Imagine trying to go grocery shopping or to a movie or something. Heh.
British lady! British lady! There's a British lady!!
And Billy's inexperience with jail breaking is so cute and I just want to squish him cause he's adorable and totally willing to do anything for Penny. Sort of. Not really. But still!
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Date: 2010-06-23 02:32 am (UTC)I'm imagining that and trying not to laugh hysterically. : ) Back, plot bunnies, back!
In my head, she's played by Olivia Williams. : )
I'm so glad you liked it!