Proof. (Part 1)
Title: Proof.
Prompt: 7. Prove it
Rating: PG
Word count: 533
Summary: First part in a multiple post story. Dr. Horrible's number 1 fan sets out to become number 1 in his heart.
He’d touched her. That’s when she first fell in love. He hadn’t touched anyone else, she was the only one to feel the soft leather glove on her skin. She was the only one to feel it because she was number one. Groupie 1, it was in her title, a bold declaration of her devotion.
It hadn’t taken much to convince the rest of the group to change their loyalties to the new headliner. Captain Lame-o Hammer was no longer worthy of a fanbase, especially one as devoted as theirs. He’d fallen apart after his girlfriend had died. What’s-Her-Name. The vegetarian.
Groupie 2 had been slow to wave away her fascination with Hammer. It wasn’t a huge surprise, especially considering all the weird stuff she and the former hero had done. 2 was just too sentimental when it came to idols.
Maybe that made 2 the true number one fan, at least of Hammer. But when it came to Dr. Horrible, no one could beat out 1 in allegiance. She smiled, flopping down on her bed and staring at the walls of her room plastered with posters, pictures, and clippings of her new hero.
She had been following his progress closely, biding her time for when she might show him just how deep her affections ran. She knew he would be impressed by her loyalty. True loyalty was rare in a villain's world.
Sitting up, she stared dreamily into the eyes of one of her favorite photos of idol. “I’ll never betray you,” she vowed, pressing a kiss to the paper. She pulled back and frowned at the image now smudged with lipstick. Delicately she cleaned it off, apologizing profusely.
Without warning, her bedroom door burst open. 2 and 3 stumbled in loudly, 2 clutching a ziplock bag tightly, waving it victoriously. “I got it!”
“Got what?”
“The knob he broke off of a washing machine!” She held up the broken black piece. 1 stood, frowning, “What?”
“He robbed a laundry mat--”
“Apparently he needs quarters,” 3 chimed in.
“--and all of a sudden, he got really mad and shot some guy with his Stun Ray and started screaming how he wasn’t allowed to use that washing machine. He pulled off this knob, grabbed his bag of quarters and left. We had to use a broom to get this knob out from under the machines.” She cradled the knob in her hand, then looked quizzically at 1, “It was on the news, you didn’t see it?”
“I was busy,” 1 replied in a sing-song voice. 2 and 3 looked at each other, 3 taking the bait, “Busy doing what?”
“Getting a date.”
“A date! With who?” They yelped in unison. 1 smiled, pleased but obviously keeping her secret, “Can’t tell. Now get out, I have to get ready.” Despite their protesting, she pushed them out of her room and soundly shut the door behind them. Turning, she faced the largest poster of Dr. Horrible that stretched from floor to ceiling.
“Step one is in motion, so now it’s only a matter of time before I prove I’m your number one.” She grinned cattily and pranced off to get ready.
Prompt: 7. Prove it
Rating: PG
Word count: 533
Summary: First part in a multiple post story. Dr. Horrible's number 1 fan sets out to become number 1 in his heart.
He’d touched her. That’s when she first fell in love. He hadn’t touched anyone else, she was the only one to feel the soft leather glove on her skin. She was the only one to feel it because she was number one. Groupie 1, it was in her title, a bold declaration of her devotion.
It hadn’t taken much to convince the rest of the group to change their loyalties to the new headliner. Captain Lame-o Hammer was no longer worthy of a fanbase, especially one as devoted as theirs. He’d fallen apart after his girlfriend had died. What’s-Her-Name. The vegetarian.
Groupie 2 had been slow to wave away her fascination with Hammer. It wasn’t a huge surprise, especially considering all the weird stuff she and the former hero had done. 2 was just too sentimental when it came to idols.
Maybe that made 2 the true number one fan, at least of Hammer. But when it came to Dr. Horrible, no one could beat out 1 in allegiance. She smiled, flopping down on her bed and staring at the walls of her room plastered with posters, pictures, and clippings of her new hero.
She had been following his progress closely, biding her time for when she might show him just how deep her affections ran. She knew he would be impressed by her loyalty. True loyalty was rare in a villain's world.
Sitting up, she stared dreamily into the eyes of one of her favorite photos of idol. “I’ll never betray you,” she vowed, pressing a kiss to the paper. She pulled back and frowned at the image now smudged with lipstick. Delicately she cleaned it off, apologizing profusely.
Without warning, her bedroom door burst open. 2 and 3 stumbled in loudly, 2 clutching a ziplock bag tightly, waving it victoriously. “I got it!”
“Got what?”
“The knob he broke off of a washing machine!” She held up the broken black piece. 1 stood, frowning, “What?”
“He robbed a laundry mat--”
“Apparently he needs quarters,” 3 chimed in.
“--and all of a sudden, he got really mad and shot some guy with his Stun Ray and started screaming how he wasn’t allowed to use that washing machine. He pulled off this knob, grabbed his bag of quarters and left. We had to use a broom to get this knob out from under the machines.” She cradled the knob in her hand, then looked quizzically at 1, “It was on the news, you didn’t see it?”
“I was busy,” 1 replied in a sing-song voice. 2 and 3 looked at each other, 3 taking the bait, “Busy doing what?”
“Getting a date.”
“A date! With who?” They yelped in unison. 1 smiled, pleased but obviously keeping her secret, “Can’t tell. Now get out, I have to get ready.” Despite their protesting, she pushed them out of her room and soundly shut the door behind them. Turning, she faced the largest poster of Dr. Horrible that stretched from floor to ceiling.
“Step one is in motion, so now it’s only a matter of time before I prove I’m your number one.” She grinned cattily and pranced off to get ready.