A/N: Ohai everyone, I'm back! :D Sorry for the long wait, school has gotten in the way. I also had this typed, but I didn't have internet connection for a few days. D: But school lets out next week, so I'll be able to update sooner. :D Oh, and the full title is 'Sweet Dreams and Bitter Nightmares,' but it doesn't fit. :c

Disclaimer: I totally disagree with that 'Nobody wants to be Moist.' If I were Moist, then at least I would be part of the production of Dr Horrible. Alas, I am not.


"P-penny..." Billy swallows, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to do anything—save for staring at the body lying in front of him. His thoughts are racing. No, it can't be, not his Penny, not—

"Billy?"

His eyes snap open. "Penny?"

The redhead lying beside him in bed smiles and places a chaste kiss on his cheek. "Of course, who else?"

Billy makes a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat.

"You were mumbling something in your sleep, you okay?" Penny asks with concern clear in her voice.

"Mmmm...'Course I am," He replies, still sleepy and disoriented from waking up and finding his crush in bed with him.

He groans as he sits up, the blanket falling off of his bare chest and pooling at his slim waist. He frowns.

"Uhm... What happened last night?" Billy has absolutely no recollection of whatever may have happened prior to his waking up.

It's Penny turn to frown. "You mean... You don't remember? Nothing?" She adds incredulously after a blonde head shakes from side to side.

"Well, then let me remind you..." Her voice has acquired a slightly quality as she leans into him.

Their noses touch, then their lips brush...

Then he wakes up.

His eyes open for a second time, but instead of being greeted with a redhead beside him in a brightly-painted room with sunlight shining through the frilly, white-lace curtains, the doctor's eyes register a more familiar sight: a small, messy room with clothes (both clean and dirty) and other objects strewn across the floor, a single window in the corner shielded by a simple white shade.

Breathing heavily, the doctor sits up, hair damp with sweat. He instinctively, reaches for the small picture frame lying face-down on the nightstand beside him. Crabbing the small object from where it lies, he squeezes in his hand, grateful for the small comfort it gives.

"Penny." His hoarse voice is barely above a whisper as he brings the photograph carefully to his eyes. Penny smiles behind a sheet of glass, oblivious of the camera shutter that had captured the moment. That was the second time he had seen her. He was washing his labcoats, one of which just happened to contain a flash-free camera in on of the pockets, whose shutter button he had just happened to press.

Dr. Horrible sighs and sets down the photo. It's ten o'clock AM, according to his alarm clock. He needs to get out of bed—or rather, he needed to a good three hours ago. But today, he is feeling strangely sluggish; instead of doing what he should, he switches on the radio.

"Hello, I love you,

Won't you tell me your name?

Hello—"

The doctor abruptly switches the station.

"Thursday doesn't even start,

It's Friday I'm in love.

Satur—"

The dial is turned again.

"I'm not saying that our love is the greatest

But I'm in love with you,

Wanna stay in love with you,

So I'm gonna—"

A hand slams the 'off' button on the radio with so much force that a sound of cracking plastic is heard and the owner of the said hand withdraws it, hissing obscenities. Why do so many damn bands have to write about love? Is there really not a more interesting topic to serenade people with?

The still slightly throbbing hand runs its fingers through blonde hair, then rests beside the owner's body. Dr. Horrible exhales, seemingly deflating along with the expel of air; despite the seven hours of sleep (which is a lot, considering his customary three hours), he is still tired. He closes his eyes and in minutes he is asleep.

--

Bright sunlight filters through the shade and assaults Dr. Horrible's eyes, telling him that perhaps now is a good time to get his lazy self out of bed. He mumbles something along the lines of 'damn sun,' and rolls over, squashing his face against the sparsely-stuff pillow his head was resting on moments ago. He stays in that position for a few minutes, his breath warming the cushion, before he decides that he really has spent too much time in bed.

He groans as he rolls over, and then sits up in his tiny cot. Upon doing so, however, he immediately regrets it; a wave of dizziness washes over him, causing him to slump back against the headboard. His head is pounding and there is a dull, continuous ache in his stomach. It's a good thing he hasn't eaten anything, he thinks as he slides out of bed and heads to the kitchen for a glass of water, crimson blanket trailing behind him.

As he reaches the kitchen his walk picks up speed and he sinks into the only chair in the room, head spinning. He reaches for an object on the weathered table, a capped water bottle lying carelessly on its side. He twists the cap off and tilts the plastic bottle towards his open mouth. Some of the water manages to makes it into his mouth, but the better part of the liquid misses, darkening his shirt and sticking it to his flushed skin. His shirt acquired more pitch-black spots due to a violent coughing fit that burns his lungs.

Afraid that another swig of water may bring the same results, Dr. Horrible cocoons himself in his fuzzy vermilion blanket and trots back to his sleeping quarters.

He immediately flops onto his bed and closes his eyes. His headache is worse than ever, he's shivering, and his eyesight is blurred. Whether he passes out or actually falls asleep is unclear as his eyelids droop closed and his breathing deepens.


A/N:So, that's it for Chapter 6, I hope that was enjoyable. ;) It's my longest chapter so far. :D As for the songs... The first one is Hello, I Love You by The Doors (Awesome Old Song is Awesomely Old), the second is Friday I'm in Love by The Cure (80s FTW), and the last one is Live Alone by my most favourite band of all time, Franz Ferdinand. Alex is so sexyl. (Sorry, inside joke. I couldn't resist. D: ) Oh, and on a completely random note... Rowan, YOU MUST WATCH A WAY BACK TO THEN FROM [TOS]. YES, YOU. I KNOW YOU'RE THERE. NOW GO WATCH IT. IT'S NEARLY AS GOOD AS 9PFT. ;D

...Review please. Every time you don't an incredibly attractive doctor falls ill! :O