Firefly and Dr. Horrible belong to the great and merciful Joss Whedon, not myself.

Hello, and I am the author of this here fanfiction and would like to say that if you have not seen Dr. Horrible, this fic wouldn't make any sense to you. If you have... enjoy.

Edited-in Author's Note: On a recent Wiki Walk of our dear TV Tropes, I came across a wild-theory Doctor Horrible page. Imagine my excitement when I found my fanfiction as a link from a Show-Within-A-Show theory! My thanks goes out to whoever put it there. ^_^

Mal stepped out of his bunk, buttoning the last button on his shirt, and was walking down the hallway when he heard laughter.

Normally, the laughter of his crew was a good thing to hear, but something about how it sounded this time told him differently. He headed up to the cockpit, where the sound had come from.

The entire crew was huddled around Wash's seat, watching something that sounded slightly familiar. They laughed again.

"What's goin' on in here?" he asked, and the entire crew turned around. Jayne started up laughing again as soon as he saw his Captain's face.

"I didn't know you could sing," Zoe commented, trying to keep a giggle down.

The color drained from Mal's face. No... surely they wouldn't be watching that...

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do...

No!

"You have a real pretty voice, Cap'n," Kaylee said, looking back at the vid.

Seems destiny ends with me saving you...

Mal had done a very, very good job of forgetting that.

The only doom that's looming is you loving me to death...

"I like his shirt." Wash pointed. "It's very simple. A nice, bold color with a simple insignia on the front. Very symbolic."

So I'll give you a sec to catch your breath.

Jayne was still laughing.

"That was very early in my adult life," Mal explained, and suddenly all of their eyes were on him. "I woulda done near anything for credits."

"I'll say," Jayne commented between guffaws.

"It's curtains for you, doctor. Lacy, gently wafting curtains."

Kaylee covered her mouth and turned away, trying not to laugh at her Captain, but not doing so well.

"Look at his face," Zoe said, pointing at the screen. "Seems like it was only yesterday he recorded this."

"I matured early in my life," Mal explained. "I've been lookin' the same goin' on twenty years."

"Twenty, sir?"

He hesitated. "Besides, y'all should be workin'. Planetside in five hours."

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do...

"And turn that gorram thing off!" He turned around and left. The crew didn't turn it off for a good long while.