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frankmillerturnonyourlocation · 4 years

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"Your internship is ending in a week."

He said it half like a question. He hated when he sounded like that. Emerson looked up from the dishes. "What?"

"I just got an email about it. You've almost completed all of your hours." He sat his cup down with a clink. "Forty away from your total."

Emerson turned off the water. His eyes weren't quite focused on the doctor. "Really?" Said more like a statement.

Doctor Horrible gave a half-hearted grimace, not even showing his teeth. "Yeah, well, I suppose time flies when you're-" He picked an overripe fruit out of the bowl and examined it. "Wasting time and sabatoging your employer. Have you spoken to your academic advisor at all lately?"

With an uncharacteristically light touch, Emerson slowly began to dry the knife in his hand. "Thank you for your concern, but yes, I have been keeping my advisor updated." He enunciated every word so clearly an elocution instructor would weep. Barely a hint of bitterness seeped into his words; the cold self-control was unexpected and, frankly, alarming. Billy watched him rub the knife with a drying rag long after it had dried.

When he spoke again, something in his tone had shifted. "Tell me, Doctor, once I'm gone, how will you have time for plotting your grand future? Won't all of your chores cut into your scheming time?"

Doctor Horrible felt his neck begin to itch as something nasty bubbled up in his gut. This weak-willed, two-faced, arrogant little- dropout with no future who thought he could-

He reigned it in. "There's no shortage of henchmen," he said, disinterested.

When Emerson slammed the knife on the counter, he didn't jump or flinch. "I cannot fucking wait to get out of here." He spun around and jabbed a finger at the Doctor. "Let's get one thing straight. I am the only reason you are alive right now. For the past three months, you haven't done shit other than belittle me and make me clean up the messes you create! I'm sick of it!" His voice took on a different tone, like something was caught in his throat. "Believe it or not, I worked for this position. You have no idea what I did to get here. And now I've got nothing to show for it except three wasted months." He was so close now that Billy could have touched his finger. "And for the last fucking time. I didn't sabatoge shit."

Billy let his disdain seep into his voice. "Moving. Three wasted months, hmm? Where are you in such a rush to be? Is the ELE making their golden child a super-duper supervillain already?"

Emerson's eyes flashed. "I have opportunities lined up after this."

"Opportunities?" Doctor Horrible laughed. "Are you kidding? After that disaster, I'm surprised the League hasn't wiped you off the map already!"

When he said that, he hadn't expected to see fear in Emerson's eyes. He wasn't sure what he expected at this point.

Emerson laughed, a short, breathy thing, and shrugged, almost in agreement. Without looking at Billy, he grabbed their bag from where it had been sitting beside the table and swirled out the door to Billy's apartment, pulling it shut tightly behind him.

Billy didn't stand up. He just shifted his gaze from the door to the sink, where the unwashed dishes still sat.

#writing #whats up doc?#I hope this doesn’t have a million typos when I post it #I wrote this all on tumblr and autocorrect was being weird

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