Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog; Nostalgia (Billy/Penny hinted)
Title: Nostalgia
Rating: PG
Characters: Billy, Moist; mention of Penny
Word Count: 439
Chapter: One-shot
Summary: Once a year he visits her grave; once a year he lets the façade fall.
Other Notes: Oh, Billy-buddy, I just want to hug you. D: Anyway, yeah, this is very angst-ridden... because of obvious reasons... so beware? Also, this is an old fic. I just realized I never posted it on my actual journal. Oops. :D;
She had been long forgotten by the general public; to them she was just another grave in another cemetery. A person who had been lost and never really needed to be found.
But every year on the anniversary of her death he stood there, gaze fixed on the already-worn stone of the grave-marker like it was the only thing he had left in the world. His blue eyes were sunken as if he hadn’t slept in years, his skin deathly pale as he violently shook in his otherwise still position, a single rose clasped firmly in his white knuckles.
“Penny.”
His voice cracked as he spoke, as if he were trying desperately to avoid showing the emotion that emanated from his body as clear as day. His grip tightened on the rose’s stem, and if its thorns were digging into the soft flesh of his hands it didn’t show.
Billy cleared his throat, taking an unsure step closer to her grave.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice soft even to his own ears, “I’m so sorry, Penny. I never wanted to hurt you. I never-”
He held back a sob that threatened to cut loose, eyes growing mad with sorrow. “It’s all my fault. I never should’ve- I was just so jealous... Didn’t think... but how could I...?”
His thoughts were disjointed and confused as his eyes flickered over the stone, a dirty gray where it should’ve been a polished white. She deserved it to be white. She was innocent.
And he - he was not. Not anymore.
“Doc?”
The soft voice of his friend penetrated through his mind like a knife, and Billy glanced wildly in his direction. Moist stood there awkwardly, red coat folded carefully in his hands as he tried to keep them as dry as possible, goggles dangling from his fingers.
“Doc, I... Bad Horse called a meeting in the ELE a few minutes ago. I can tell them you’re sick, or...”
“No.”
Billy glanced back at her grave, wistful and torn for just a second more as he set the new rose down before it. But the moment passed as quickly as it had begun and in the next instant Dr. Horrible was snatching his uniform out of his henchman’s grasp, cradling it possessively to his chest. “Tell them I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Horrible stalked off, rounding the corner and disappearing from sight before he had the chance to respond. With a sigh Moist turned to the grave, his own expression wistful and torn for a friend he had lost.
The only difference was that he wouldn’t let himself be found.
Rating: PG
Characters: Billy, Moist; mention of Penny
Word Count: 439
Chapter: One-shot
Summary: Once a year he visits her grave; once a year he lets the façade fall.
Other Notes: Oh, Billy-buddy, I just want to hug you. D: Anyway, yeah, this is very angst-ridden... because of obvious reasons... so beware? Also, this is an old fic. I just realized I never posted it on my actual journal. Oops. :D;
She had been long forgotten by the general public; to them she was just another grave in another cemetery. A person who had been lost and never really needed to be found.
But every year on the anniversary of her death he stood there, gaze fixed on the already-worn stone of the grave-marker like it was the only thing he had left in the world. His blue eyes were sunken as if he hadn’t slept in years, his skin deathly pale as he violently shook in his otherwise still position, a single rose clasped firmly in his white knuckles.
“Penny.”
His voice cracked as he spoke, as if he were trying desperately to avoid showing the emotion that emanated from his body as clear as day. His grip tightened on the rose’s stem, and if its thorns were digging into the soft flesh of his hands it didn’t show.
Billy cleared his throat, taking an unsure step closer to her grave.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice soft even to his own ears, “I’m so sorry, Penny. I never wanted to hurt you. I never-”
He held back a sob that threatened to cut loose, eyes growing mad with sorrow. “It’s all my fault. I never should’ve- I was just so jealous... Didn’t think... but how could I...?”
His thoughts were disjointed and confused as his eyes flickered over the stone, a dirty gray where it should’ve been a polished white. She deserved it to be white. She was innocent.
And he - he was not. Not anymore.
“Doc?”
The soft voice of his friend penetrated through his mind like a knife, and Billy glanced wildly in his direction. Moist stood there awkwardly, red coat folded carefully in his hands as he tried to keep them as dry as possible, goggles dangling from his fingers.
“Doc, I... Bad Horse called a meeting in the ELE a few minutes ago. I can tell them you’re sick, or...”
“No.”
Billy glanced back at her grave, wistful and torn for just a second more as he set the new rose down before it. But the moment passed as quickly as it had begun and in the next instant Dr. Horrible was snatching his uniform out of his henchman’s grasp, cradling it possessively to his chest. “Tell them I’ll be there in five minutes.”
Horrible stalked off, rounding the corner and disappearing from sight before he had the chance to respond. With a sigh Moist turned to the grave, his own expression wistful and torn for a friend he had lost.
The only difference was that he wouldn’t let himself be found.