trillianastra | A Man's Gotta Do, Part One [Dr Horrible/Doctor Who fic]

Title: A Man's Gotta Do What A Man's Gotta Do
Fandoms: Doctor Who and Dr Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
Rating: PG13 at the moment.
Spoilers: None for DW. Er... pretty much all three Acts of the Sing-Along Blog.
Genre: Slashy gen, I think. Um. With a dash of pure crack.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is the BBC's. Joss Whedon owns Dr Horrible, the song/section titles, and some of the dialogue. I own... virtually nothing.
Pairings: Uh... Master/Doctor, Doctor/Jack. Sort of.
A/N: Erm. This is an idea I've had for a while now. Basically, the plot is the same as the Dr Horrible canon. But the characters are from Doctor Who.

The main characters match up like this:

Dr Horrible (Billy) will be played by the Master (in Harry Saxon guise).
Captain Hammer will be played by Captain Jack Harkness (think about it, it makes sense).
Penny will be played by the Tenth Doctor (as John Smith).
Moist will be played by Adam Mitchell.
Bad Horse will be played by Davros.
Captain Hammer's fans will be played by Gwen, Martha and Ianto.
And last but definitely not least, the Evil League of Evil will be played by (in no particular order) Suzie Costello, Captain John Hart, the Valeyard, Scaroth and Monarch.

(I've put thought into this...)

Prologue

“Is this thing on?” The slight young man fiddled with the small webcam for a second, before replacing it on the shelf over the computer and sitting down. He brushed both hands over his short hair, then picked up a sheaf of papers that lay nearby.

“Okay, so… a few emails this week from you guys watching.” He read one piece of paper. “Ugh, that idiot Max Capricorn again…” He looked straight into the camera. “Look, Max… you are not my nemesis. I have a nemesis.”

He glowered at the camera. “Speaking of which… my nemesis defeated me again this week. I’d... rather not talk about that.” He cleared his throat. “The Laugh is getting better though. Still trying to think of a good evil name to go with it. “ ‘The Master of Horrible’ seems so clunky… I need something snappier.”

“Hopefully I’ll think of something before I test out my new trans-matter ray at the bank. Anyway, that’s it for today. Uh… bye.”

Harry reached up and turned off the webcam. Then he glanced at the clock and swore under his breath. It was laundry day, and he needed to get to the laundrette.

My Freeze Ray

When he’d first moved to Cardiff, Harry had resented the fact that he’d had to use a laundrette for his washing like some commoner.

At least, he’d thought so until the first time he actually went there, and met someone who changed his life. Or someone who would have changed his life, if he’d actually had the courage to go over and introduce himself.

After a couple of weeks he’d learnt that the person’s name was John. But it didn’t matter to him. Since that first time, he always came to the laundrette at the same times each week, hoping to see him. John was a tall, skinny young man with messy brown hair. When Harry was there, watching him from the other side of the room, he saw that John was kind and friendly, always keen to help others when they needed it. It was obvious that John was a good person, and that was why Harry liked him.

No-one else had ever understood Harry in his whole life, but he knew that John would, if he could just manage to talk to him. John would not only understand him, he would like him. He would love him…

That day, Harry carried his bag of laundry in, placing it on one of the countertops and starting to sort it. A few seconds later, John came in, going over to the other end of the counter and starting to methodically sort his own clothes into colours and whites. Harry looked around nervously – there was only one other person in the laundrette, and they were reading a magazine intently. Seizing his moment, he moved a fraction of an inch closer and muttered “I like your hair”.

John looked up, with a friendly smile. “What?”

Direct questioning. Uh-oh. Harry wasn’t feeling quite ready for that. Yet. Then he realised that he’d frozen up and hadn’t answered, and searched for something non-embarrassing to say. “Uh… I like the air… in here…” He smiled weakly, mentally cursing himself for being such a coward.

As soon as he could, Harry picked up his laundry and hurried to the washing machines at the other side of the room, shoving it into an empty machine and slamming the door closed, wishing that he could just make everything stop, make the whole stupid inconvenient useless world stop, so that he could just find the right words to tell John how he felt.

~~Bad Horse~~ Davros Chorus

Back in his flat, Harry found his acquaintance (though he preferred to think of him as a minion) Adam waiting, with the day’s mail.

Adam grinned as he came in, though the grin faltered and vanished when he saw the look of Harry’s face. “Uh, good news!”
“What?”
“Look..” he held up an envelope. “It’s from the League.”
“What?! Give me that!” He grabbed the envelope, opening it carefully. It really was from the League – or the Evil League of Evil to use its’ full title. Harry read it quickly. “It’s from Davros. He’s considering my application!”
“Cool, that’s really good. Hey, did you think of a good Evil Name yet? You’ll need one soon.”
“I was thinking something like ‘The Master of Horrible’… but it’s not catchy enough.”
“How about just ‘The Master’? That sounds scary.”
Harry considered it. “The Master… I like the sound of that.” He struck what he considered to be a villainous pose. “I… am… the Master!”

Relaxing, he nodded. “I like it. ‘The Master’. I think Davros would be impressed.”
“Oh, definitely, boss. Er, Master.”