Fic: In Which Things Do Not Go As Planned. (1/1)
Fic: In Which Things Do Not Go As Planned (1/1)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Chance infiltrates the Evil League of Evil. But . . . (Crossover with Dr. Horrible.)
Author: pen37
Beta: daisybalance
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural/Dr. Horrible's Singalong Blog
Characters: Chance, Dr. Horrible, Captain Hammer, Ben Braeden, Lena Luthor, Chloe Sullivan, Dean Winchester, The Bad Horse Chorus
Rating: pg
Written for spawnfic_tues .
Thirty minutes after infiltrating the Evil League of Evil, Chance was convinced that the whole reason that Dr. Horrible had been allowed to join was that he could figure out how to work a spreadsheet.
And make coffee.
And take minutes.
And work the power point during the lecture series (which was delivered via singing cowboy barbershop quartet. Chance made a mental note to have the water tested. And not to drink the coffee).
He was starting to empathize with the Doc. Dr. Horrible was pretty much doing the same job for the ELE that Chance did for the JLA.
He’d forgotten how tedious infiltration was. Sydney Bristow made it look so much more exciting.
But just when he thought he was doomed to spend his tenure in this AU making crib notes on the various nefarious plans and passing them to the police commissioner on the sly, Captain Hammer burst through the wall.
Chance would have thought that the super-douche would have gone after Bad Horse, or at least Dead Bowie. Instead he went straight for Chance. . . . And promptly slipped and fell on a stray marble.
As the hero lay on the floor writhing in pain, Chance knelt next to him.
“Woah. Weird coincidence,” Chance said. Then he looked around the room - now void of Supervillans.
“I think I tore my ACL,” Dr. Horrible moaned.
“You know, you’re really a douche,” he said to Captain Hammer. “First off, you might want to check before you just barge in. You might be breaking up a really kickass sting operation. Second - Pain? That’s your one weakness? I thought the Green Lantern’s issues with yellow were lame, but this . . . no. On second thought, I think having yellow as a weakness still trumps you.”
“You’ll pay for this, Horrible.”
“Horrible?” Chance lifted the goggles up. “Do I look like Dr. Horrible to you?” Given Captain Hammer’s blank expression, Chance realized that Captain Hammer did think that Chance looked like the mad scientist.
Chance sighed. “Someone get me off this reality.”
#
When Chance returned to the secret lab, Dr. Horrible was still in the closet, right where he left him.
“Hey princess, time to come out,” Chance smirked. “I’m not going to wait for my family to find me. I need your help getting home.”
#
By the time Chance walked up the steps to his house, most of his family was having some kind of post-apocalyptic Miller Time. Which - for Winchesters mostly leads to navel gazing. Save the world once and you get to party like its 1999. After the fifth time, you get introspective and depressed that the world is still getting itself in messes that you’ve got to bail it out of.
“Look what the cat dragged in!” Ben snarked as he finally looked up from his own funk. “Where have you been?”
Chance shrugged. “Next universe over.”
“Took you long enough to get back.” Ben said. Chance wondered what it meant for his family that no one was surprised.
“Leave him alone, Ben.” Lena replied. “I’d like to see you find your own way back from an alternate universe. “
“Whatever,” Ben said. “Did you bring me anything?”
Chance reached into his coat pocket, and produced an envelope. He passed it to Ben, paused to hug his mom and let his dad give him the affectionate noogie, and walked down the hallway.
When the singing cowboy chorus showed up, Chance new that Ben had opened the envelope. At Ben’s screams of protest, Chance allowed himself an evil grin.
But just one.