Hey, it La Fille Avec Le Yeux Verts, or Emma, and I'm here with an idea for a Dr. Horrible/OTS fic (She's not my own characters because she's based off my own twin sister...) Anyways, this is her birthday present, which is really late because I started writing it on her birthday last month and forgot about it, then finished. And since Billy also didn't get her anything...

Billy: Hi!

He's gonna help me with the story.

So, here we go:

(o).O Nikki's POV (o).O

I was at the laundromat, as I was every Wednesday and Saturday. I looked towards the end of the row of washers, to where a really cute guy-who was basically the entire reason I came to the laundromat instead of buying a washing machine and dryer-normally was. I did a quick sweep of the room and didn't see him. That was twice this month that he skipped the weekend.

I was sadly staring down at the washing machine when the TV began practically screaming, "BREAKING NEWS! Dr. Horrible strikes again! Robs bank with help of numerous henchmen. Will this reign of terror ever end?" Oh great. The worst part is, the city's supposed 'hero' was home crying to his mother instead of hero-ing. Yep, that's the kind of town I, Nikki Greene, live in.

(o).O the next day at the supermarket (o).O

My brother, Dmetri, and I had to take a trip to the supermarket today, since Emma decided to throw a party a week from our birthday. Yes, I said 'our', and I meant it; Emma and I are twins. We also have younger sisters, who are twins as well, that live with us, named Genesis and Amethyst. Our previously mentioned four-year-old brother, Dmetri, also lives with us.

Anyways, at the supermarket. Focus, Nikki, focus. Dmetri made me get one of those carts that looks like a race car so he could honk at random people as he passed them. Yeah, everyone in my family has issues. So, the trip was normal, get a ton of snack foods, sodas and anything else we needed; it seemed perfectly fine until we got to the checkout.

"EVERYBODY DOWN!" somebody yelled. I looked towards the voice and saw it was a man, about 6'1" with short blond hair. He was holding some sort of gun. I quickly grabbed Dmetri from the cart and crouched onto the ground. I don't know how long I stayed like that, but just as one of the henchmen walked by, my phone started yelling, "Hey! Hey, hey you! Yeah, you! You got a text! You. Got. A. Text!"

The henchman grabbed my arm and dragged me over to where the guy with the gun was standing, throwing me down in front of him so I landed on my knees with my head down, Dmetri still clutched to my chest. "She got a text message, boss," the henchman explained.

"Where's her phone?" asked the man with the gun.

"In my pocket," I said, now looking up at him but still on my knees with Dmetri clutched tightly to my chest. He looked shocked that I had answered him.

"May I see it?" he asked politely. Now it was my turn to be shocked. Here was a man holding my brother and I at gunpoint and he politely asked to borrow my phone. I just handed it to him and he said, "Who's Emma?"

"My twin sister. Let me guess, she said 'saw there was trouble at the supermarket. You and Dmetri aren't still there, are you?'" I answered him. He looked shocked once more, checked to make sure I couldn't see the phone and asked, "Did you already read it?

"No. I can read Emma's mind and I've lived with her for twenty-eight years," I explained. He looked at me incredulously for a few seconds before the henchman said, "What are we gonna do with her, boss?" I put my head back down and squeezed Dmetri tightly. He had been trembling and whimpering the entire time and only now was I able to offer him some comfort. I knew the man was staring at me, but I didn't look up at him.

"We'll bring her and the child with us to ensure a safe trip to the van and we'll drop her off at home when we're through, if she behaves," he stated. I kept my head down until her bent down and gently lifted my chin so I was looking at him. "Miss, please follow me over to the staff lounge so you won't get mixed up if a panic arises." He let go of my chin and I nodded and rose. He led me to a room a little ways away from everyone else and opened the door. He walked me inside and I sat down on the small couch.

"Feel free to watch TV, whatever, just don't try to call for help," he instructed. I just picked up to remote and turned on the TV. He turned to leave and just as he reached the door, I could have sworn he whispered, "I'm so sorry."

Who was this man who was holding me against my will and felt bad for it? And why was I so attracted to him?

(o).O 30 minutes later (o).O

"Hey, Nikki, wake up. Wake up." I felt someone lightly shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw that Dmetri was fast asleep on the couch next to me, his head in my lap. I turned to see who was shaking my arm; it was the man.

"How do you know my name?" I asked sleepily. He held up my phone and said, "Emma, Genesis, and Amethyst keep texting you."
"Oh, what'd you come in here for?"

"To make sure you were still here and to tell you that we'll be leaving soon." I nodded and turned back to the TV. 'Dr. Horrible holds hostages at the supermarket,' was the headline. Then it showed a picture. Guess who it was. The man with the gun.

"You're Dr. Horrible?" I shouted at him.

"Yeah," he answered, making it sound more like a question than an answer.

"You're the one who's been running around, terrorizing the entire cit causing mass-wait," I stopped, turning to him. "You killed a woman." He began moving towards me and I began backing up, suddenly very afraid of this man. My plan of just backing up and hoping to I could keep distance between us was shattered when I felt my back hit the wall. He quickly moved towards me until his body was holding mine against the wall. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear. I felt his warm breath on my ear as he whispered, "Please don't fear me. I will never hurt you." Then he turned and began to leave.

I gave him a few seconds before I opened my eyes. He was standing by the door with his hand resting on the handle. "I'll send one of my henchmen after you soon," he said, his voice barely audible. And then he left.

(o).O Wednesday, Laundromat (o).O

I sat with Dmetri on my lap on top of the counter by the washing machine I was using, waiting for my clothes to be done washing so I could dry them. I was deep in thought; it had been four days since my ordeal at the supermarket, and I couldn't stop thinking about Dr. Horrible. I was in such a daze that I didn't even notice a man approaching me.

"Can I have a quarter? I'm one short." He was the guy I always came here to see. And he was talking to me.

"Y-yeah. Sure," I stuttered, grabbing a quarter from my pocket and handing it to him.

"Thanks. Haven't I seen you here before?" he asked, smiling sweetly at me.

"Every Wednesday and Saturday except twice last month you skipped the weekend. I-I mean...I've seen you...Nikki is my name," I fumbled stupidly. He laughed and said, "Hold on one second." He walked back to his washer, inserted the quarter, started the load, and came back. "This seat taken?" he asked, pointing to the counter beside me.

"No, you can sit there," I answered.

"Thank you. My name is Billy, by the way. This your son?" he asked, pointing to Dmetri.

"No! N, he's my half-brother. My parents think they're too old to take care of him, so my sisters and I got him."

"Oh, how old is he? What's his name?"

"He's four and his name is Dmetri."

"Cool." And then we talked. And talked. And talked. I think Dmetri fell asleep at some point in our conversation. All too soon, it was twelve o'clock.

"I gotta drop Dmetri off at preschool. I'll see you again. Saturday?" I asked hopefully.

"I'll be here," he answered. I smiled, gathered my laundry, and walked off.

(o).O Walking home (o).O

After I had dropped Dmetri off, I began walking home. It was a beautiful day in sunny Los Angeles. I put my bag of laundry on my shoulder and turned down a side road. Stopping, I put in my headphones and started playing Mr. Blue Sky. I had my music up so loud that I couldn't even hear a van racing towards me.

(o).O Billy's POV (o).O

I was driving my (stolen) van down the street, as Dr. Horrible. I was on way to my lab across town. After today at the laundromat, I'd come up with plans for a 'fatal attraction beam.' When you put your DNA in it, whoever you shoot, loves you; like, so much they'd do anything (or look past anything) for you.

Anyways, I was driving down the street when some idiot jumped on my windshield. "Dr. Horrible, we meet again," the guy said, though his voice was very muffled.

"Hammer? Oh, God, what are you doing?"

"Foiling your evil plan!"

"You're a little early for the next one and way too late for the last one. Now get off my windshield!"

"No!" he shouted.

"Fine then, I'll get you off myself!" I shouted back, driving down a side alley where few people ever went and began swerving back and forth, trying too get him off my windshield. He turned so he was holding onto the underside of the hood and his back was against the windshield.

Then, out of nowhere, he jumped off the car and pushed someone out of the way. Into the garbage. I slammed on the breaks and got out of the van to see who it was.

I saw Nikki attempting to sit up among the piles of trash. "You idiot! You could have killed her!" I shouted angrily at Hammer.

"I remember it differently," he replied arrogantly. I scoffed at him before going to help Nikki up.

I stuck my hand out to pull her up, but she ignored it, pulled herself up, and walked past me. Not again! I thought, willing every God there might be not to let her end up like...Penny. "You're welcome," Captain Hammer said jauntily.

"For what? Throwing me in the garbage? If you hadn't jumped on his windshield in the first place he wouldn't have almost run me over!" Then she turned to me and dramatically said, "So, Dr. Horrible, we meet again."

"Why is everyone saying that?" I asked her.

"I dunno, because it's dramatic and we're meeting again," she tried her best to explain.

"Wait...you guys know each other?" Hammer asked, pointing back and forth between Nikki and I.

"You could say that. We met shortly at my last heist," I said briefly, successfully keeping a dreamy tone out of my voice.

"Oh, well, I guess I should go. But remember, Doc, I'm back, so you'd better stay on your toes," he threatened, although not very threateningly.

I turned to Nikki and asked, "Do you need a ride home?" She looked at me, her emotions unreadable, and calmly replied, "No, but I'd better keep my eyes open for speeding vans." Then she turned around and left. I walked back to my van and got in the driver's seat, slamming the door.

"Maybe the fatal attraction beam will be of more use to me then originally expected," I said to myself, putting the van in reverse and, again, starting on my way back to the lab.

I hope you liked it. If I made any mistakes please tell me and I'll try my best to correct them. Please R&R. If you do you get to virtually pet my kitty, Oliver!

Sincerely,

Emma