Disclaimer: Patrick Harris, Day, Fillion, Whedon, Whedon. No md427 in there. :(

A/N: Well, here it is. My first fic, so don't be too harsh. ^^

"Captain Hammer will save us."

His first feelings are those of rage. How can she think of him at a time like this? Here she is, dying, and she thinks that some guy in a transparent superhero disguise in going to save her. Doesn't she realise what the so-called 'captain' really is? That all he cares about is sex and fame? Why, even after all of this, even in her last moments, does she still think that this Hammer-man does his job for the sake of the civilians? Doesn't she see that she is but a tool to him? That once somebody better comes along, she'll mean nothing to him?

But then Billy's feelings turn into those of sadness, guilt, remorse, and even pity. He realises it's all his fault that she is here, slumped against a wall, a bit of a rather temperamental death ray sticking out of her. It's his fault for introducing his nemesis to the girl of his dreams. It's his fault for wanted to join the Evil League of Evil so badly that he would even murder another to be accepted. If he hadn't wanted to be recognised, if he had just wanted to stay a nobody, where would things have ended up? He wouldn't have needed to steal the Wonderflonium for his time-stopping ray. He wouldn't have introduced Captain Hammer to Penny. He wouldn't have needed to prove himself to the thoroughbred of sin.

If only he had stayed that quiet dreamer-boy at the Laundromat, Wednesdays and Saturdays, thinking of that beautiful girl and thinking of new ways to earn her love.

It's my fault, he thinks as he watches the light fade from her eyes. It's my fault, he thinks as he watches her chest cease to move. It's my fault, he thinks as he lifts the captain's late girlfriend from the floor. It's my fault, he thinks as he carries the limp Penny as gently as a mother might handle her baby. It's my fault, he thinks as he carefully places the lifeless body of the girl who he so wanted to be his onto the gurney and watches her being wheeled away.

And as the newest member of the Evil League of Evil takes his places in the only unoccupied chair at the conference table, there is only one thought going through his mind. It's my fault.

A/N: Well? Lovett? Hatett? Please review!

It looked waay longer when it was on paper. :|