(I do not own Moist, Captain Hammer, Penny or Billy. Dr. Horrible belongs to Joss Whedon and everyone else who helped create it. Not to me.)

Chapter One

Orange Juice

It hurt. Well, it always hurt. Physically. Where did it hurt? Everywhere. Arms, legs, chest, head, neck…every part of his body was throbbing with pain. It hurt to move--to breathe even sent a wave of pain over his body. Billy laid his head down on his working table, moving his plans and small contraptions out of the way as he did so.

The whole thing replayed in Billy's mind. Where had he gone wrong? His plan was foolproof. But, Captain Hammer had shown up.

And he had never idiot-proofed his plan.

Billy let out a sigh, sitting back up in his chair. He looked down at the bits and pieces of his now-broken laser. It had been fitted so that it could fit on his wrist--like a bracer, almost. He had been able to harness the power of Wonderflonium and make a laser out of it. You know, for long-distance shots at Hammer.

Well, being the idiot Hammer was, he had moved slightly to the side right as Billy has shot the laser at him, causing the pure beam of Wonderflonium to miss his large, egotistical head.

There. THAT'S where it had gone wrong.

Hammer noticed the distraught Billy who had missed his target, then the beating-up ensued. Like usual.

Billy frowned down at the broken pieces of his now-wrecked invention, sighing. "All that Wonderflonium. Ruined. At this rate, I'll have to steal some more…" Billy shook his head with a groan. His troublesome thoughts were interrupted, however, as a voice rang out from the other side of the wall.

"Doc? Doc, are you in there?" It was Moist. Billy smiled softly, standing up and grabbing the icepack that he had set on the table. Moist. His partner in crime…and his best friend. His only friend, really. Billy stumbled out of his lab that took up most of the space in his apartment. "Oh Doc, there you--" Billy smiled weakly. "It's that bad, huh? I came as soon as I saw Hammer gloating about it on the news."

Billy sighed, stumbling over to the couch and sitting down. Moist followed, sitting down next to his friend. "Moist I…" Billy looked at a loss for words. "I'm sick of getting beat up on all the time. I have bruises all over me, I finally just got my nose to stop bleeding--which reminds me….don't go into the bathroom just yet, okay? Anyway, my whole body is throbbing, and my hand is numb. I don't think I can take much more of this." Billy heaved a sigh, placing his head lightly into his hands.

Moist watched Billy. It was a few moments before he spoke, though. "Doc…don't give up. Bad Horse never gave up, now did he?" Bill lightly lifted his head up from his hands to be able to talk.

"No, but Bad Horse is different. He's more evil than I am. He has always been." Billy muttered in response.

"You're evil. You just don't get enough breaks. Hammer always gets in your way." Moist reassured his buddy. Billy sighed. He slightly smiled over at Moist, but then groaned in pain.

"Th-Thanks, buddy. For trying to help." Billy said, slowly standing up. Moist frowned, watching his friend limp his way to the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower." Billy muttered. Moist stood up, frowning.

"I didn't help you though, did I?" Moist called. Bill stopped in the doorway, turning to face Moist again.

"No, you didn't." Billy said with a slightly chuckle. He shut the bathroom door behind him and Moist sighed, plopping back down on Billy's couch and leaning his head on the back of it.

"That's what I thought." He muttered, closing his eyes.

The shower was refreshing. The hot water felt good on all of Billy's bruises and scratches. After he got done with the warm water of the shower, Billy reluctantly limped out of the shower and looked at the mess that was still on the sink. He sighed, turning the faucet on and grabbing a washrag. He waited until the water was hot to wet the washrag. He sighed, attempting to wipe off the caked-on blood that had gotten on the sink in his frantic attempts to stop his nosebleed.

"Damn you, Hammer…" He hissed, scrubbing hard with the washrag to try to get the blood off. Billy rolled his eyes, noticing that he was doing almost no damage to the caked-on blood. "Forget it." He muttered to himself, turning the faucet off and throwing the washrag into the sink.

Billy stumbled out of the bathroom, frowning. He wondered what Hammer had done to his leg and/or foot to make him have to limp to cut down the pain. He tripped over something on his way into the living room, and was about to yell out in pain…but his eyes fell upon something that made him glue his lips shut.

Moist was asleep on his couch. He must've waited for Billy to get out of the shower and fell asleep. He was stretched out on the couch, and he was holding a piece of paper lightly in his hands. Billy frowned, lightly limping over to Moist and pulling the paper out of his hand, being sure to not wake up Moist in the process. Billy opened the crumpled paper, smoothing it out so that he could read it. The paper was slightly damp, and the words were smeared. He could still read them, though.

"Hey, Doc. Go into you kitchen and look around, 'kay?"

Billy smiled slightly at the note. He always liked Moist's hand writing. Of course, his was almost illegible, so he liked basically everyone's handwriting. Billy glanced down at the sleeping Moist before limping off into the kitchen. He frowned, looking around. He spotted a piece of paper taped to his microwave. He limped over, ripping the note off the microwave.

"You may need to warm it up."

Warm it up? Warm what up? Billy frowned, pressing the button on the microwave that opened it. He smiled, grabbing the cup that was inside. It was cool. He shut the door, putting the cold cup on for half a minute, smiling.

He always loved it when Moist made him tea. Tea. It sounded so girly…something that an evil villain shouldn't drink. But the way that Moist made it…it was just so delicious.

He was still smiling when he took the cup out of the microwave, which was now hot. Not too hot, but not cold either. He stumbled out of the kitchen, making sure to not spill his amazing tea. He sat down at the edge of his couch, near Moist's head. He took a sip of his tea, letting out a groan as he did so. It was so delicious.

Billy felt a bit of pressure against his leg. He frowned, looking down, hoping it wasn't a mouse or something that had snuck into his apartment. It was, actually, Moist's damp hand. Billy looked over at Moist, noticing that he was awake and smiling up at him drowsily. "You like it?" He asked. Billy frowned slightly.

"I love it, Moist. I always do." Billy said as Moist yawned. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." Moist laughed. Billy smiled, he loved Moist's laugh.

"No. I was awake the entire time. I was just messin' with ya, Doc." Moist said. Billy chuckled, shaking his head. "But, see? I was able to cheer you up. Which is what I was hoping to do." Billy frowned slightly, glancing back over at Moist.

"Oh, Moist. You didn't need to do all this to make me feel better." Billy said, feeling bad for making his friend do all these things for him. Moist just chuckled lightly, resting his slightly damp head on Billy's thigh.

"I wanted to. I couldn't stand seeing you like that. Now, drink your tea." Moist said with a yawn, closing his eyes.

Billy blushed slightly, sipping his hot tea. He glanced down at the now-asleep Moist on his leg, wondering why Moist always put him into awkward positions like this. He finished off his tea, savoring every drop of it. He set the empty cup down on his nearby coffee table, frowning slightly.

Now, how was he supposed to get to bed with Moist asleep on him? He didn't want to wake the damp man up. Billy let out a soft sigh, resting his head on the back of the couch. He closed his eyes, still blushing slightly. He had to admit, having Moist around wasn't too bad.

Within seconds, Billy had fallen asleep. His dreams were riddled with Hammer coming and beating him up. One time, Hammer even came and took Moist hostage and tortured him.

Billy snapped awake, gasping as he did so. It took him a few seconds to calm down. He put a hand to his head, sighing. He was back in his lair. Moist wasn't kidnapped by Hammer. Everything was okay. He frowned, removing his hand from his head. Where WAS Moist, anyway?

Billy looked around, confused. Hadn't he fallen asleep with Moist positioned on his leg? Now he was lying down with a blanket on top of him. Where was Moist?

Billy stood up slowly, wincing in pain as he did so. His whole body was stiff from having slept in an awkward position all night. On top of that, his bruises were aching again. He sighed, wiping some sweat off of his forehead. He stumbled into the kitchen, just as someone was coming out of it…

The two bodies collided. Two voices yelled out in surprise as they were sent spiraling to the ground, one of top of the other.

Billy blinked his eyes open, his body aching even more now that he had a certain wet individual on top of him. "M-Moist? What were you doing?" Moist frowned, not moving from Billy's chest, where he was lying on him. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry!" Billy said franticly.

"No…I'm fine." Moist said with a sigh, blushing lightly as he pushed himself off of Billy. "I'm sorry, though. I was…I didn't mean to run into you. And now you have juice all over your white coat!" Moist helped Billy up, who inspected his white lab coat. Sure enough, there was an orange stain right on his stomach. Billy laughed nervously as Moist bent down to pick up the glass which the Orange Juice had previously been held captive in. The glass hadn't shattered, which was good.

"You're fine, Moist." Billy said, smiling. He turned around, limping into his bed room to change clothes. "This gives me the perfect opportunity to go and see Penny today at the Coin Laundry!" Billy called from his room. Moist sighed, taking the glass back into the kitchen with a troubled look on his face.

"Right. Penny." He said, sighing. Billy walked pass the kitchen, still limping, with a laundry basket in his hands. "Well, I'm off! Wish me luck!" Billy called as he walked out the door and shut it behind him. Moist frowned.

"G-Good luck." He muttered as the door shut behind Billy.