A/N: Hopefully this story is turning out well. I want to remind you, no flames. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but no flames.
[Setting: Billy/Dr. Horrible's Place…]
"Okay, you beat me," Santana shook her head, trying to defrost while she was being held not captive, but in the sense of captivity, by Dr. Horrible, "so I want to make a deal with you."
"A deal?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Look, I might be on the League with you. Maybe. Are we supposed to fight each other when we're all working for the common evil? We should just call some kind of truce."
He thought about this for a minute. "You may be right. But just try to stay out of most of it. You're obviously not experienced enough…or tall enough."
"Okay, enough height digs, Doctor."
"Fine." He replied. Santana analyzed his face carefully. There was something about him she recognized, but couldn't put her finger on it….
[Setting: The Laundromat…]
Santana didn't even look at him this time.
"Hey, you?" She heard a familiar voice.
"I have a name." Santana growled.
"Well, I don't know it."
"Santana Benton." She put the laundry in the machine and turned to glare at him. "What do you want?"
"Sorry about yesterday."
"It's okay." She softened a bit. "I was a bitch."
"Hey, you don't happen to like frozen yogurt, do you?" He asked, smiling a bit. "Because I only asked for one and they gave me two."
"Yeah, I actually love frozen yogurt. All those times I 'stalked' you, you made me really hungry."
"Really? What a crazy random happenstance."
Santana laughed, sitting down. "Is that a pickup line?"
"Don't let it go to your head."
"At least it wasn't perverted, like so many other lines I've heard."
"Well, Santana, I'm surprised that you like frozen yogurt."
"It's delicious, sugary, and edible. Why not?"
"Well, I just thought that because it's frozen. I thought you might want something with a little more…fire."
She paused. It wasn't possible. How could he know?
Then she recognized him.
"You're…!" She started to scream, but he clamped his hand over her mouth.
"Please, tell the world!" He growled through his teeth. "Look, after yesterday, I recognized you and thought that there wasn't really any point in not telling you. Also, I did it to freak you out. Communicate normally and act natural."
She nodded. "Um…well, uh…"
"Billy."
"Well, Billy, it was nice seeing you here, but I think I'm going to have to go."
"So soon?" He smirked at her. It scared her a bit.
"Unfortunately so soon." She started out the door.
"Your laundry?"
"I don't love those."
When she was driving home, she thought, Morgan's stuff!
She banged her head on the steering wheel in frustration, knowing that Morgan would be mad at her if she didn't get her stuff, and her horn sounded, immediately making her more alert.
As a driver in another car shouted a string of profanities at her, some of them she didn't even think were in English, she only thought, When I said he didn't scare me…I was wrong. So very wrong.
