Characters belong to Joss Whedon, Jed Whedon, Zack Whedon, and Maurissa Tancharoen. Not me. Story line does though


"This'll work this time, right?" Moist glanced at the straps around his wrists, really sweating at the moment. Not that anyone would be able to tell, no. But he was sure his friend could anyway. Billy was behind a really really big gun, looking smaller than he already was (ironic really, as he was about six foot. Calling him small, uh-huh.), punching buttons on the control panel like mad. "You know, I won't turn, you know, like, blue or anything. Will I Doc?"

"No no, you're fine. It'll work."

"Uh-huh."

"Look, last time was an accident, okay? It's not like I could predict that the earthquake would come. Not like I shook up the peanut oil on purpose you know."

"I know, I know. But, well."

"Moist." Moist looked up from the shackles, hazel eyes meeting silver blue. Fear meeting trust and confidence. "It'll work." Billy was so sure this time. He was so 100% that it would work. Moist wanted it to work; not for his sake, but for Billy's.

"Alright Doc, ready when you are." A small smile and Moist knew that he was truly ready. So long as he didn't turn blue again…

Billy grinned and ducked behind the huge ray that took up the whole lab. Moist had to be crazy. He had to be out of his mind. He had been this guy's henchman for two years. Two very long years. He knew how often Billy's things worked…

Or didn't work.

But Billy was so bent and determined on this one, saying it would his greatest ever, that this ray gun would solve everything. Moist had to be insane to let him use it. But it's what Billy wanted. And he was his henchman.

"Can we at least un-do the leather straps! I feel like I'm on the Green Mile or something."

"Nah!" Dr. Horrible shouted back, peering over the top of the humongous thing that Billy had created. "It might hit a little hard, and the last thing I want to do is send you through the wall."

"Gee, real comforting." Moist muttered, watching the white hot beam boil and coil at the tip of the gun.

"Shield your eyes!" Moist did as he was told. Next thing he knew the hot tip of the light hit his chest and he understood what Billy meant. That thing hit hard!

And just like that, it was over. Or, so Moist thought. He couldn't help but think that there had to be more. He was right, because Billy woke him up about five minutes after turning the gun on.

"Dude, dude! You okay? Wake up Moist, comeon, wake up!"

"Huh?"

"Dude, really! Don't scare me like that! I thought I had put too much juice in it or something."

"Told you to lay off the oranges. Did it work?"

"Well, how do you feel?" Billy undid the leather restraints and helped Moist up. Patting himself down, the henchman stripped out of his damp clothes and into the dry pile that was waiting for him. They didn't last long. Moments later, the familiar wet-spot on his back appeared.

"Didn't work."

"Balls. I'm sorry Moist! I really am! I thought this would work this time. I know you want to stop being all… um… moist and stuff."

"It's fine Doc, you tried. Come on, I know this restaurant that serves veggie curry. My treat."

"I'll get it one day. I swear it."

"I know Doc, I know."