FIC: Scary Monsters (4/?) Dr Horrible
Part 4
"I'd love to get you down in my lab…" Billy mumbled.
"Oh yes? Sounds like a bloody invitation to me…" Bowie chuckled, his lips tickling Billy's ear. Weird thing, he could never feel Bowie's breath.
"Yeah. That's not what I mean. I mean, to see what makes you tick!"
Bowie grinned, running his cool tongue over Billy's earlobe in that way that made him just throb. "I can show you how I tick, baby. Just ask…"
"Hey!" Billy laughed. "I want to see how you work. You know? With the whole 'being dead' thing. I'm a scientist!"
"Excuses, excuses…"
"Well, that… and to isolate your super power!" He turned towards Bowie and raised an eyebrow.
"What super power?" Bowie grinned cheekily.
There was an angry "neigh" from the head of the conference table and both men cringed. Sometimes it was easy to forget that there were other people there when Bowie was in the room. Billy didn't even wear his goggles pulled down any more. What was the point? He had another idea how to get back at Bowie and he'd just have to deal with the (un)pleasant side effects in the meantime.
Like how much he'd preened when Bowie said how much his red coat suited him.
What was he? A teenage girl?
Normal got to his feet and strode purposefully (he did everything purposefully - it was totally lame) over to a switch on the side of the wall. Billy had always assumed was for the lights, but when Normal flipped it, his bionic chin glowed for a second before a circle opened up in the ceiling and a large monitor screen was lowered through it.
Billy was far too busy geek-ing out, trying to figure out the cool mechanism worked, to be intimidated by this latest piece of ELE gadgetry.
"And now," Normal announced pompously, "it is time to discuss The Plan…"
There were a series of hushed murmurs around the table as the screen flickered to life and a man appeared, bathed in an eerie red glow. A visor covered his eyes.
The Plan! Billy had heard about this since long before he'd joined the ELE. He had no idea what The Plan actually was but hoped it was villainous and exciting. He guessed he'd find out soon enough.
Before the man on the screen had a chance to speak, Bowie patted Billy's knee and whispered in his ear. "Oh well," He said. "Looks like I'll be going up to the space station again!"
*--*--*
Yes, there was an actual space station from which the ELE could launch dastardly attacks on The Earth.
Yes, there was a secret member of the ELE who no one had ever heard about.
And yes, there was The Plan.
But, more importantly as far as Billy was concerned, Bowie was gone.
Apparently it had to be him because he didn't need to breathe. And because the secret ELE member was his brother.
Hah!
Stupid Dead Bowie.
Time Science Blood Cloud was a stupid name for a super villain anyways.
Billy sulked for days.
He didn't realise how much his flirtation with the zombie had perked up the otherwise interminably dull ELE board meetings. It drove home, finally, how incredibly crappy and ineffective the ELE actually was.
To pass the time, Billy took it upon himself to organise a special something for Bowie's return.
"So, buddy, are you sure you're okay with this?" Billy asked his henchman, dressed once more in what he referred to as "classic" Dr Horrible - white coat, white gloves, white boots. He didn't dwell on the symbolism of this change of colour.
"Yeah, Doc, you really don't have to check another six times." Moist replied. "You've given me the non-stick grip. All I have to do is get him on to the gurney and put the brain-o-gizmo-"
"Neuro-psychic magno-diagnositicizer!"
"Whetever! Put the Brain-o-gizmo over his head, switch on the power from the control room and you'll do the rest! How hard can it be?"
Billy shrugged. "I guess, not hard at all?"
Moist grinned. "At least him being up at the space station has given you a few more days to get all this stuff tested, eh boss?" He winked suggestively.
Billy scowled and folded his arms. "This isn't about Dead Bowie, Moist. This is about figuring out how I can manipulate the League!"
"Sure it is. Which is why you want to tie him down."
"For safety!"
Moist laughed. "You're fooling no-one, Doc!"
Billy rolled his eyes and adjusted his goggles.
"Shut up and help me run another test."
"Yes, Doc."
*--*--*
The trouble was that Billy had done his research. He'd found out everything it was possible to find out about Dead Bowie and hadn't found anything useful. Not even in the ELE files, which he'd hacked on the first day they'd accepted him on to the Board.
There were two annoying mysteries:
(a) How Dead Bowie's whole zombie thing actually worked
(b) How his super power worked.
(b) was probably more important, so long as the zombie thing didn't stop working all of a sudden. It was easy to assume that (a) and (b) were linked but there was nothing in zombie lore (and yes, Billy had done a lot of research on Haitian rituals) that said you suddenly got a lot better at sexual seduction when you got zombi-fied. Not that sexual seduction was a super power exactly. Or even Billy's area of scientific expertise. But it was really, really irritating. Call that mystery b, sub-clause i:
(b.i) Work out how Bowie made him want to sleep with him.
And for that matter, what was Bowie's motivation behind all this?Okay, that was another one:
(b.ii) Why did Bowie want to sleep with him?
Billy didn't like mysteries. And the more he thought about them the more seemed to appear. Now, he'd run out of room on his whiteboard.
So, the equation was really quite simple. Billy needed his subject where he could keep him still, keep him away from the rest of the League and do lots and lots of experiments on him.
Lots and lots.
Billy found himself smiling at the thought.
Experiments of a more sexual nature…?
Damn! Was Bowie suddenly able to get to him from space? Was he up there somewhere beaming a seduction ray into his head? Billy frantically covered his eyes with his goggles, backing against the wall in terror.
After a couple of minutes he managed to pull himself together. He was being really stupid. But, if anything, this just made him realise the necessity of getting Bowie into his lab, on to his table and naked-
Oh god…
Did he just think "naked"?
*--*--*
Bowie stood in the middle of the chaos of the lab, turning around and around, his tailcoat fanning out as he did so. "Wow…" He said.
Billy shrugged, feeling strangely pleased. Okay, so he was probably responding to Bowie's super power. And he really, really needed to keep on top of that.
(As well as keeping on top of Bowie)
Damn! Not again!
"You did say I could test you?" Billy said, standing up tall. He was Doctor Horrible. He wasn't going to be cowed by a 1970s glam-rock walking corpse. Even a walking corpse that was such an incredible kisser.
"Yeah…" Bowie drawled, eyeing Moist suspiciously. "But not with this bloke in the room…" He looked a little creeped out by Moist.
Billy tutted with impatience. "Okay, Moist, you may leave us now." He turned around and gave Moist a pointed look behind Bowie's back.
Billy backed Bowie up against one of the gurneys.
"Why are there two beds?" Bowie asked him.
Billy shrugged. "Backup?"
Bowie laughed. "You are the biggest nerd I know."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Billy replied. They were very close, almost nose to nose. "Sit down? I'll strap you in…" Billy grinned.
Bowie saw down casually on the gurney. "You want to tie me down?"
Billy laughed. "If that's how you see it?"
"Kinky."
"Whatever, dude."
He pushed Bowie flat on the bed, his hand tingling as he touched the centre of Bowie's chest. He placed the metal crown of his neuro-device carefully over Bowie's head, flattening his spiky hair. The machine crackled and buzzed, lights twinkling within the structure of metal and wire.
"I, uh, haven't had a chance to test this fully yet," Billy admitted, licking his lips. He placed a smaller version of the device over his own head, fixing it to the temples.
Bowie gave him a bored look and yawned slightly. "Okay, I'll bite. What is this?"
Taking hold of the leather straps on either side of the bed and tightening them across Bowie's body, Billy tried not to show how disappointed he was that Bowie wasn't more intimidated by this. He could do anything to him right now. Anything.
(He could unbutton Bowie's coat and pull open his shirt and run his tongue along-)
He shook his head. "That's not going to work. You're not getting in my head, zombie!"
Bowie laughed. "I'm already in it, baby."
"If you must know, this incredibly clever device is a way for me to monitor your brainwave activity. I told you, I'm want to know how you tick. I want to know how your… power of persuasion… works. I'm gonna find out everything about you. Even if it takes hours!"
He leaned in towards Bowie, whose eyes went wide.
"It might hurt!" Billy whispered with a faint smile. "Who knows?"
But the zombie just smiled and said: "Go ahead."
Billy hesitated for a second, then nodded, raising his hand and giving Moist the agreed signal. Moist would be monitoring him using the four security cameras that were placed strategically around the room to capture every angle of the experiment.
There was a hum as the Neuro-psychic magno-diagnositicizer powered up. Billy felt a buzz deep in his skull as sat back on to the second gurney.
It was a lucky thing, too. Because in the next moment, the thing really kicked in sending a wave of energy directly into the pleasure centre of Billy's brain.
*--*--*
.
"I'd love to get you down in my lab…" Billy mumbled.
"Oh yes? Sounds like a bloody invitation to me…" Bowie chuckled, his lips tickling Billy's ear. Weird thing, he could never feel Bowie's breath.
"Yeah. That's not what I mean. I mean, to see what makes you tick!"
Bowie grinned, running his cool tongue over Billy's earlobe in that way that made him just throb. "I can show you how I tick, baby. Just ask…"
"Hey!" Billy laughed. "I want to see how you work. You know? With the whole 'being dead' thing. I'm a scientist!"
"Excuses, excuses…"
"Well, that… and to isolate your super power!" He turned towards Bowie and raised an eyebrow.
"What super power?" Bowie grinned cheekily.
There was an angry "neigh" from the head of the conference table and both men cringed. Sometimes it was easy to forget that there were other people there when Bowie was in the room. Billy didn't even wear his goggles pulled down any more. What was the point? He had another idea how to get back at Bowie and he'd just have to deal with the (un)pleasant side effects in the meantime.
Like how much he'd preened when Bowie said how much his red coat suited him.
What was he? A teenage girl?
Normal got to his feet and strode purposefully (he did everything purposefully - it was totally lame) over to a switch on the side of the wall. Billy had always assumed was for the lights, but when Normal flipped it, his bionic chin glowed for a second before a circle opened up in the ceiling and a large monitor screen was lowered through it.
Billy was far too busy geek-ing out, trying to figure out the cool mechanism worked, to be intimidated by this latest piece of ELE gadgetry.
"And now," Normal announced pompously, "it is time to discuss The Plan…"
There were a series of hushed murmurs around the table as the screen flickered to life and a man appeared, bathed in an eerie red glow. A visor covered his eyes.
The Plan! Billy had heard about this since long before he'd joined the ELE. He had no idea what The Plan actually was but hoped it was villainous and exciting. He guessed he'd find out soon enough.
Before the man on the screen had a chance to speak, Bowie patted Billy's knee and whispered in his ear. "Oh well," He said. "Looks like I'll be going up to the space station again!"
*--*--*
Yes, there was an actual space station from which the ELE could launch dastardly attacks on The Earth.
Yes, there was a secret member of the ELE who no one had ever heard about.
And yes, there was The Plan.
But, more importantly as far as Billy was concerned, Bowie was gone.
Apparently it had to be him because he didn't need to breathe. And because the secret ELE member was his brother.
Hah!
Stupid Dead Bowie.
Time Science Blood Cloud was a stupid name for a super villain anyways.
Billy sulked for days.
He didn't realise how much his flirtation with the zombie had perked up the otherwise interminably dull ELE board meetings. It drove home, finally, how incredibly crappy and ineffective the ELE actually was.
To pass the time, Billy took it upon himself to organise a special something for Bowie's return.
"So, buddy, are you sure you're okay with this?" Billy asked his henchman, dressed once more in what he referred to as "classic" Dr Horrible - white coat, white gloves, white boots. He didn't dwell on the symbolism of this change of colour.
"Yeah, Doc, you really don't have to check another six times." Moist replied. "You've given me the non-stick grip. All I have to do is get him on to the gurney and put the brain-o-gizmo-"
"Neuro-psychic magno-diagnositicizer!"
"Whetever! Put the Brain-o-gizmo over his head, switch on the power from the control room and you'll do the rest! How hard can it be?"
Billy shrugged. "I guess, not hard at all?"
Moist grinned. "At least him being up at the space station has given you a few more days to get all this stuff tested, eh boss?" He winked suggestively.
Billy scowled and folded his arms. "This isn't about Dead Bowie, Moist. This is about figuring out how I can manipulate the League!"
"Sure it is. Which is why you want to tie him down."
"For safety!"
Moist laughed. "You're fooling no-one, Doc!"
Billy rolled his eyes and adjusted his goggles.
"Shut up and help me run another test."
"Yes, Doc."
*--*--*
The trouble was that Billy had done his research. He'd found out everything it was possible to find out about Dead Bowie and hadn't found anything useful. Not even in the ELE files, which he'd hacked on the first day they'd accepted him on to the Board.
There were two annoying mysteries:
(a) How Dead Bowie's whole zombie thing actually worked
(b) How his super power worked.
(b) was probably more important, so long as the zombie thing didn't stop working all of a sudden. It was easy to assume that (a) and (b) were linked but there was nothing in zombie lore (and yes, Billy had done a lot of research on Haitian rituals) that said you suddenly got a lot better at sexual seduction when you got zombi-fied. Not that sexual seduction was a super power exactly. Or even Billy's area of scientific expertise. But it was really, really irritating. Call that mystery b, sub-clause i:
(b.i) Work out how Bowie made him want to sleep with him.
And for that matter, what was Bowie's motivation behind all this?Okay, that was another one:
(b.ii) Why did Bowie want to sleep with him?
Billy didn't like mysteries. And the more he thought about them the more seemed to appear. Now, he'd run out of room on his whiteboard.
So, the equation was really quite simple. Billy needed his subject where he could keep him still, keep him away from the rest of the League and do lots and lots of experiments on him.
Lots and lots.
Billy found himself smiling at the thought.
Experiments of a more sexual nature…?
Damn! Was Bowie suddenly able to get to him from space? Was he up there somewhere beaming a seduction ray into his head? Billy frantically covered his eyes with his goggles, backing against the wall in terror.
After a couple of minutes he managed to pull himself together. He was being really stupid. But, if anything, this just made him realise the necessity of getting Bowie into his lab, on to his table and naked-
Oh god…
Did he just think "naked"?
*--*--*
Bowie stood in the middle of the chaos of the lab, turning around and around, his tailcoat fanning out as he did so. "Wow…" He said.
Billy shrugged, feeling strangely pleased. Okay, so he was probably responding to Bowie's super power. And he really, really needed to keep on top of that.
(As well as keeping on top of Bowie)
Damn! Not again!
"You did say I could test you?" Billy said, standing up tall. He was Doctor Horrible. He wasn't going to be cowed by a 1970s glam-rock walking corpse. Even a walking corpse that was such an incredible kisser.
"Yeah…" Bowie drawled, eyeing Moist suspiciously. "But not with this bloke in the room…" He looked a little creeped out by Moist.
Billy tutted with impatience. "Okay, Moist, you may leave us now." He turned around and gave Moist a pointed look behind Bowie's back.
Billy backed Bowie up against one of the gurneys.
"Why are there two beds?" Bowie asked him.
Billy shrugged. "Backup?"
Bowie laughed. "You are the biggest nerd I know."
"I'll take that as a compliment." Billy replied. They were very close, almost nose to nose. "Sit down? I'll strap you in…" Billy grinned.
Bowie saw down casually on the gurney. "You want to tie me down?"
Billy laughed. "If that's how you see it?"
"Kinky."
"Whatever, dude."
He pushed Bowie flat on the bed, his hand tingling as he touched the centre of Bowie's chest. He placed the metal crown of his neuro-device carefully over Bowie's head, flattening his spiky hair. The machine crackled and buzzed, lights twinkling within the structure of metal and wire.
"I, uh, haven't had a chance to test this fully yet," Billy admitted, licking his lips. He placed a smaller version of the device over his own head, fixing it to the temples.
Bowie gave him a bored look and yawned slightly. "Okay, I'll bite. What is this?"
Taking hold of the leather straps on either side of the bed and tightening them across Bowie's body, Billy tried not to show how disappointed he was that Bowie wasn't more intimidated by this. He could do anything to him right now. Anything.
(He could unbutton Bowie's coat and pull open his shirt and run his tongue along-)
He shook his head. "That's not going to work. You're not getting in my head, zombie!"
Bowie laughed. "I'm already in it, baby."
"If you must know, this incredibly clever device is a way for me to monitor your brainwave activity. I told you, I'm want to know how you tick. I want to know how your… power of persuasion… works. I'm gonna find out everything about you. Even if it takes hours!"
He leaned in towards Bowie, whose eyes went wide.
"It might hurt!" Billy whispered with a faint smile. "Who knows?"
But the zombie just smiled and said: "Go ahead."
Billy hesitated for a second, then nodded, raising his hand and giving Moist the agreed signal. Moist would be monitoring him using the four security cameras that were placed strategically around the room to capture every angle of the experiment.
There was a hum as the Neuro-psychic magno-diagnositicizer powered up. Billy felt a buzz deep in his skull as sat back on to the second gurney.
It was a lucky thing, too. Because in the next moment, the thing really kicked in sending a wave of energy directly into the pleasure centre of Billy's brain.
*--*--*
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