Drabble Call #4 - Merlin vs. Doctor Horrible
Feh. I don't know how much I like this one -- I did something a bit experimental with Doctor Horrible's character, and I am so out of practice writing Merlin, it's not even funny. But, anyway. I got prompted by eviinsanemonkey, so here's hoping she likes it, even if no one else does. :P
Title: Merlin vs. Doctor Horrible
Fandom: Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog/Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Doctor Horrible, some Arthur and Moist
Rating: PG
Wordcount: approx. 470
Warnings: mild language, spoilers for Doctor Horrible Act III
Summary: Merlin gets zapped into Doctor Horrible's lab by accident, and they face off in several different ways.
I.
At first Merlin thought that he’d fallen into the duck pond. Again.
But then, suddenly, the pressure was gone, and air flooded back into his lungs.
“Mwa ha ha!”
A flash of light and a loud noise. Merlin reacted without thinking, freezing the ray in mid-air.
A man in a red robe stared at him incredulously.
“How did you do that?”
II.
“It’s really simple. You see, the electrons -“
“What are electrons?”
“They’re the little negative charges in atoms.”
“What are atoms?” Merlin had never been more confused than when he was talking to this man.
Doctor Horrible rolled his eyes and explained. Merlin shook his head.
“That’s not possible. How can we be made of a bunch of little pieces? How does everything stick together?”
“It’s - man, how do you explain this to someone? OK, it’s kind of like fabric. A bunch of little threads packed together to make a bigger thing.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Seriously, Merlin. You believe in magic, but you can’t get atoms?”
“Well, magic’s real.”
“Maybe,” said the doctor. “But I bet science can explain that, too.”
III.
Whenever Merlin tried to explain how much of a prat Arthur was, Doctor Horrible refused to believe it.
“No way,” he said. “Arthur’s one of the good guys.”
“Have you mucked out his stable recently? He’s decent at heart, I suppose, but mostly he’s just an ass.”
Doctor Horrible just shook his head.
IV.
“You shouldn’t snoop around people’s things!” Doctor Horrible shouted, as he snatched the lifelike picture of a red-haired girl from Merlin’s hands.
Merlin didn’t point out that he’d had it on display.
What was it that Doctor Horrible’s sweaty friend had called him, when they thought that Merlin wasn’t listening?
Billy?
V.
“It was no worse than what’s going to happen to you, eventually,” Doctor Horrible said, in response to Merlin’s question, about the girl. He strapped the boy into a machine, the one that would send him home.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
Horrible smirked, just a little. Or maybe it was a grimace. Merlin couldn’t tell.
“Tell me!”
“No,” he said, slowly. “I shouldn’t. It’d mess up the timeline.”
Merlin wondered how much this had to do with the timeline, and how much it had to do with his glimpse of Billy.
“And, who knows,” Doctor Horrible continued. “Your time has tomatoes. Maybe things’ll work out differently.”
Merlin didn’t feel very reassured.
“Goodbye, Merlin,” he said, as he flipped the switch.
Merlin opened his eyes to see Arthur standing above him. He was freezing.
“You really are a complete idiot, aren’t you?”
Merlin sat up. He was soaking wet, for some reason. He sat up and coughed from the water in his lungs.
He had fallen in the duck pond, after all.
Title: Merlin vs. Doctor Horrible
Fandom: Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog/Merlin
Characters: Merlin, Doctor Horrible, some Arthur and Moist
Rating: PG
Wordcount: approx. 470
Warnings: mild language, spoilers for Doctor Horrible Act III
Summary: Merlin gets zapped into Doctor Horrible's lab by accident, and they face off in several different ways.
I.
At first Merlin thought that he’d fallen into the duck pond. Again.
But then, suddenly, the pressure was gone, and air flooded back into his lungs.
“Mwa ha ha!”
A flash of light and a loud noise. Merlin reacted without thinking, freezing the ray in mid-air.
A man in a red robe stared at him incredulously.
“How did you do that?”
II.
“It’s really simple. You see, the electrons -“
“What are electrons?”
“They’re the little negative charges in atoms.”
“What are atoms?” Merlin had never been more confused than when he was talking to this man.
Doctor Horrible rolled his eyes and explained. Merlin shook his head.
“That’s not possible. How can we be made of a bunch of little pieces? How does everything stick together?”
“It’s - man, how do you explain this to someone? OK, it’s kind of like fabric. A bunch of little threads packed together to make a bigger thing.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Seriously, Merlin. You believe in magic, but you can’t get atoms?”
“Well, magic’s real.”
“Maybe,” said the doctor. “But I bet science can explain that, too.”
III.
Whenever Merlin tried to explain how much of a prat Arthur was, Doctor Horrible refused to believe it.
“No way,” he said. “Arthur’s one of the good guys.”
“Have you mucked out his stable recently? He’s decent at heart, I suppose, but mostly he’s just an ass.”
Doctor Horrible just shook his head.
IV.
“You shouldn’t snoop around people’s things!” Doctor Horrible shouted, as he snatched the lifelike picture of a red-haired girl from Merlin’s hands.
Merlin didn’t point out that he’d had it on display.
What was it that Doctor Horrible’s sweaty friend had called him, when they thought that Merlin wasn’t listening?
Billy?
V.
“It was no worse than what’s going to happen to you, eventually,” Doctor Horrible said, in response to Merlin’s question, about the girl. He strapped the boy into a machine, the one that would send him home.
“What’s going to happen to me?”
Horrible smirked, just a little. Or maybe it was a grimace. Merlin couldn’t tell.
“Tell me!”
“No,” he said, slowly. “I shouldn’t. It’d mess up the timeline.”
Merlin wondered how much this had to do with the timeline, and how much it had to do with his glimpse of Billy.
“And, who knows,” Doctor Horrible continued. “Your time has tomatoes. Maybe things’ll work out differently.”
Merlin didn’t feel very reassured.
“Goodbye, Merlin,” he said, as he flipped the switch.
Merlin opened his eyes to see Arthur standing above him. He was freezing.
“You really are a complete idiot, aren’t you?”
Merlin sat up. He was soaking wet, for some reason. He sat up and coughed from the water in his lungs.
He had fallen in the duck pond, after all.