AN: Random word drabbles. Think I might do 13 of these. Enjoy. (Oh, you know, and review, so I don't get bored with them and stop. No. That wasn't a threat. It's a promise.)
Don't own shiz-nat.
Replacement
She didn't know quite what to do.
Not to say that he didn't train her well. She was doing just what he would have wanted, passing new laws, and annulling old ones. Working towards equality, freedom, and democracy.
Everyone loved her for it. She was Evey Hammond, the sidekick to the superhero Codename V, the man—the idea who saved the world from the oppressive government.
And that was where her problem lay.
People always wanted a show, wanted drama, flair.
Her producers, tried, they honestly did. They played V's song every time she stepped onto the stage to speak. They would put her in front of a screen showing the gritty picture of the exploding Bailey, her and V.
But no green screen, no matter how dramatic could ever compare to an anti-hero in black regalia in a mask. And the people loved Evey, they really did. But she was Robin to V's Batman. A dynamic duo together, but apart, Robin couldn't quite placate the public. Because really, an orphaned circus performer isn't enough to hold a show.
Her producers wanted her in a Guy Fawkes mask and a little black dress on the third anniversary of the fifth.
This is where Evey Hammond didn't know what to do. Because to every one else, v was an idea, and the mask was his trademark. To Evey, V was a man, and this mask, it was his face.
And she wasn't quite sure she wanted to be his replacement.