Everything He Ever…

Fanfiction of: Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog

Rating: PG (just to be safe)

Summary: What happened between the blog? A few exerts of the in-betweens of Doctor Horrible.

Disclaimer: The crazy random awesomeness of Doctor Horrible does, in no way, belong to me. I, almost unfortunately, own no rights to it ;) .

My first fanfiction! So exciting! This is basically some small off-camera happenings during Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog. I think it might go further, end up being what happened AFTER, but for now here's what I have. Haha, hope you enjoy, thanks so much for reading…

Chapter 1

The sun was like a scorching orb of… well of horribleness as Billy walked down the street, glaring down at the basket of laundry in his hands. Stupid, unsightly moron. Who did Hammer think he was? Certainly not a genius like himself. He felt his left eye twitch and blinked, shaking his head. Pain coursed through his leg as he limped along, new bruises spread along his shin from his latest encounter with Captain Hammer.

He scoffed, Captain Hammer? What kind of a name was that anyway? Dr. Horrible. Now that was a name to stop and think about – a doctor. Who's horrible – awesomeness in and of itself, really.

Someone walked past him, he didn't bother looking up, but they collided with his shoulder, completely unaware of his gasp of pain. It was badly bruised. He turned his head as though to snap some remark back at whoever had past him but they were already far gone down the street. He mumbled to himself as he swung the door to the local Laundromat open. He sighed in relief as he stepped inside the comfy air-conditioned establishment.

The Coin Wash was his one place of refuge – an escape from the hectic, screaming nightmare that was his life. He spied an empty machine and limped over to it, putting his laundry down on the lid and diving into his jeans pocket to find his change. When the washing was off and spinning, he leaned with his elbows resting on the machine, his head colliding heavily with the lid. He groaned.

Stupid, greedy, love-of-someone's-life-stealing Hammer.

Billy cursed, standing up straight and rubbing his eyes.

"Excuse me?" A light, angelic voice behind him said. He froze, his ears straining to here what she was saying, "Sorry to bother you," she said, "but I was wondering if you could just sign-"

"Eh, I'm busy!" A gruff, older man said, and Billy heard her mumble some sort of apology as he walked away. He shot him an unimpressed glance as he passed him. Slowly he turned around, subtly glancing over to where she stood, the slightest of pouts on her face as she waited for her clothes in the dryer.

With her cinnamon hair draped down her back, she looked utterly beautiful standing there, her eyes darting over the clipboard in her hand. Billy wandered how many signatures she'd actually managed to attain since he'd signed it. He grimaced at the thought of his first proper audible opportunity with her. He'd been so rude.

The bell rang on his machine, making him jump, and he got to work unloading and reloading into the dryer, three down from Penny.

"Billy?" That voice said beside him. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment, unsure of whether he had imagined it or not, "Um, Billy?" It said again.

He opened his eyes, looking away from his clothes that spun in the dryer. It was her! Beautiful, stunning, glorious Penny was standing there, clipboard in hand, smiling at him.

"Err," He tucked his hands into his pockets and then took them out again, blinked and flashed a lopsided grin at her. What was he supposed to say?

"Hey," She smiled, resting her weight onto her left foot and holding the clipboard behind her back, "How are you?"

"Um," He looked up at the ceiling, down at the floor, over at the washing machines, back down at her feet. Where was he supposed to look, "G-good! I'm… good," He frowned, "How… how are you?"

"I'm great! Thanks for asking. I just saw you over here and thought I'd say hi."

"Oh," He shuffled his feet and looked at the dryer. He had a few minutes. He looked over at the bench by the window and Penny followed his gaze.

She nudged her head towards it and walked over, "Let's sit."

"Oh," He said again, rolling his eyes at himself when she wasn't looking. Stupid, he thought to himself, just speak to her! His leg hurt and he felt his limp worsening.

"So how's your week going?" She asked as he sat down beside her, hands in the pockets of his hoody. He noticed her eye him up and down, unsure of whether she should comment on his injuries. He opened his mouth and then shut it. The last time he'd seen her was… when was it? Thursday. The day she'd met him. And the day she'd met Hammer. The day she'd chosen Hammer over Horrible. It had been a terrible week.

"Good," he nodded, smiling as he stared down at her shoes. Blue flats with little red flowers on them – so pretty, "Ah, alright. How was yours?" He said quickly.

She smiled, unfazed, "Great, thanks."

"How's the, um, the petition for…"

"For the homeless shelter?"

He looked up at her, at her eyes. They were full of everything he loved most about her – kindness, curiosity, interest, friendliness, everything, "Yeah. How's it going?" He half-smiled and looked back down at the floor.

"Good, well, alright," she shrugged, "Your were the fourth person to sign and I've had… twelve others sign since then."

He frowned, "I'm sure you'll get there." He said it confidently. Surprising. But then he thought – she would. He was confident because she would get there.

"Thanks. It's harder than it looks," She laughed warmly, "Are you okay?" She asked after a while.

"Yeah," he gulped, nodding, "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you've got bruises all over you and you're all… limpy."

He shrugged, "Fell over."

She hesitated, "Oh."

"So…" He breathed, touching his fingertips together through the hoody's pockets. He wanted to tell her about Hammer – warn her about how much of a… how much of a tool he was!

She nodded, "So…"

"Was it just me," he turned to face her, slightly more animated as he thought through his words, "or were you and… and that super guy, Hamper or something, were you two… chatting after I signed the-"

"Petition," She almost looked suspicious for a moment, "And yeah. Captain Hammer. There was," she waved her hand in the air as she recalled the day, "a bit of a commotion with some… super villain or something… and he saved me."

"Saved you?" Billy raised an eyebrow.

She laughed, "I know, it sounds corny. But… I think I'm… kind of in his debt." She grinned, "If he hadn't of been there…"

Billy shrugged, "Maybe someone else would have saved you." He mumbled.

She laughed, standing up as she heard the ding of her washing machine sound, "Oh, no one else would have noticed little old me." She grinned again, "Nice talking to you, Billy. We'll… have to do this again sometime."

He returned the smile and watched her go over to her washing machine. His own washing was finished and he stood up, muttering to himself as he walked, "I noticed you."