Movie Night
A/N – This is only my second fanfic ever. I hope at least someone likes it and is awesome enough to review. Starts off drama-ish and possibly ridiculous and OOC, but then it get's (hopefully) funny and somewhat light-hearted, I PROMISE you!What I can't promise you'll is my ability to spell. =/
Disclaimer – The only thing V4V that belongs to me is a fairly purchased DVD. Everything else is Warner Bro. and Marvel Comics property. DON'T SUE ME!
It had become a weekly occurrence in the Shadow Gallery – movie night. But it wasn't just any movie night. No, V wouldn't allow for just any movie to make it's way into their media player. Cult films. Black and whites. Swashbuckler and gangster movies. All of them blacklisted by Sutler. He prided himself on his most recent find; he had been searching for it for years, and now that he had it, sharing it with Evey would make his small victory all the more sweeter.
On the night in question, he had been away on what Evey had come to accept as 'vigilante business.' Truthfully, she would have much preferred 'vigilante business' to the day's affairs, but as long as his escapades remained out of the BTN news ticker and he came home in one piece, it didn't matter to either of them and they could continue on with their for the most part peaceful coexistence with each other.
It wasn't one of those days.
He had been in the middle of performing a small job really; the Ear had been setting up a new monitoring tower in Vauxhall that didn't need to be there. So, naturally, he felt it would better serve Londoners in a few thousand pieces. With explosives ready to go he had detonated the charge, but for all his speed and strength he could not escape some of the shrapnel that hurtled his way.
Evey would be furious.
He had just reached the roof of an adjacent building when he heard the first sirens, then the news chopper. Climbing and jumping from building to building, he made home quickly, but not in time to keep Evey from watching the tellie reports.
Disengaging the security system, he moved quickly and silently about the Gallery, listening and looking for any sign of Evey and what she might be up to. Content that she wasn't watching the news and probably off reading, he steeled himself away to his own quarters to inspect his injuries. With his tunic already ruined and bloody, he hastily ripped it off, revealing mottled red and white scars crisscrossing his body in various levels of severity. Upon inspection of his wounds, he found most to be superficial, but a few were certainly going to prove difficult to remove on his own.
For no more than a half second did he consider-no, he wouldn't, couldn't subject Evey to that. He had to do this alone. With a sense of dread at the task in front of him, he pulled a pocketknife and a lighter from his nightstand as well as a cloth to dampen any sound he would make. With the delicate fingers of a surgeon, one by one he pulled one, two, three, four bits of steel from his shoulders, groaning in agony as he cut the final piece out, but the worst was still yet to come.
Heating the knife over the lighter until it glowed red, he pressed the knife against the most horrific of the incisions, howling despite the cloth gag. Somewhere in the gallery he could hear porcelain shatter and footsteps racing across flagstone floors.
"V?" Came a whisper at his door, and he could hear the knob turning slowly…
"EVEY HAMMOND GET YOUR HAND OFF THAT DOOR!" He screamed as the knob shot back to its normal position as quickly as she had twisted it. "Go somewhere else, please," he weakly responded, rubbing his latest edition to his extensive burn collection.
"V? I heard you screaming!"
He slammed his nightstand drawer harder than needed, "I'll be out in just a moment." He said through gritted teeth. Bugger it, he thought, deciding to just sew and bandage the last few holes and take care of them later. It would be useless to keep her waiting. When he did not hear her walk away and leave him be he walked over and banged on the door, "Move, NOW."
She huffed a defeated sigh, and he knew it was off to the tellie room for her to wait for him. He was unsure of how much time had gone by once he had put in place the final suture. They weren't particularly neat compared to his usual handiwork, his right arm leaving something to be desired after cauterizing his shoulder wound which likewise made putting on a fresh shirt quite the challenge.
It was just as he left his room that he remembered his little gift to himself and Evey for the night. How well Evey would take it he couldn't be sure, he himself had never seen it, only heard about the stage performances that would be put on around Halloween time before England and the world went to hell.
He found her reclining on the couch watching the evening news. It didn't take the ever persistent blinking of the reporter for Evey to tell that the sudden implosion of a 'radio tower' was the result of a sinkhole. No, he was sure that his screams had left him thoroughly incriminated and undoubtedly the perpetrator.
She avoided looking at him as he placed the DVD in the media player and walked into the kitchen.
"Would you like anything, Evey?" he asked softly as he searched for a pot.
"No thank you, V." The clanging stopped and he sighed.
He was unsure of how to broach the subject as the movie trailers rolled along. "Evey-"
She cut him off abruptly with a scream, sending him sprinting into the tellie room. "My God that scared me!"
"What was it?"
Pale as a sheet, they both watched as a Monty Python trailer played across the screen while Evey caught her breath. "It was a shark, and it had this music, and then jumped out of the water and there was all this blood and…" she closed her eyes and shook her head like a child, but much more amusing.
"Sharks are extinct, Evey." He admonished. To prove her point, however, Evey pulled up the remote and re-winded it to the trailer of her fear, burying herself into the back of the couch as far as she could, almost as if it could protect her from a fictional shark. He did have to admit the music did give get to you, but the blood was entirely unconvincing and therefore ruined the horror aspect of the trailer.
"My dear Evey, I should think to be on the look out for this movie just for you react to it like this!" He laughed as he took his seat opposite to her on the couch.
She stared daggers at him, but it only made him laugh more, the sound echoing around the tellie room and Gallery as a whole. "Speaking about movie choices, you didn't tell me all week what we would be watching. Is it a shark movie? I will walk out right now if it is."
"Oh heavens no! But truthfully I'm not sure what genre you would label it."
"And by it you mean…?" He put his finger to his lips to shush her, and no sooner had he done that that a pair of large, red lips appearing on screen. Evey snorted at the ridiculousness of it, and V was quite at a loss of what was going on, dutifully turning the Gallery lighting down so he could just barely make out the frame of Evey's honey curls beside him.
"V, what is this?"
Draping an arm across the back of the couch, he replied, "I am wondering the exact same thing Evey. Ah yes, the cult classic; The Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"Look how the dressed then. It's so strange." She couldn't help herself from giggling, and the sight of Brad's glasses sent her in to hysterics, "I mean, who wears horn-rimmed glasses anymore?"
"Apparently Brad Majors. Now hush, nymph!" He swatted playfully at her knee with his good arm.
It was easily the strangest movie either of them had ever seen. Evey, so absorbed in the movie had been startled several times by the easily startled Janet, each time inching closer and closer until she was practically wrapped around his arm.
"Is that man wearing garters?" She asked incredulously as Dr. Frank n Furter stepped out of the lift for his solo. A man in garters! She hadn't even seen that before the Reclamation. No wonder it found it's way onto Sutler's blacklist.
"I imagine by the time this is all over a man in leggings will mundane at most."
"I'm already pretty mind-fucked, V."
He looked down in shock at his petite and harmless Evey, but said nothing. Truthfully they both were and V was beginning to wonder if watching Jaws would have been a better idea.
He chuckled as the doctor beat Eddie to death with the ice pick, ignoring the look from Evey that seemed to say, "You have knives. You don't need any other sharp objects."
"Did he…?"
"Trick them both into sleeping with him," V finished almost to himself, "Yes he did." Never has he enjoyed being around Evey when such subject came up. He was fond of Evey; no mistake could be made in that regard.
He shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to think of where his thoughts threatened to away drift to, in response he received an irritated jab to his side. "You're fidgeting, V."
"Hmm." He gently poked back, smiling at how she shakes her head and gives up without much of a fight, focusing on a plot that he himself could make no sense of and doubted he ever would.
They remained in amicable silence for a long while, until Evey suddenly pointed out, "Is it just me or do you also think the guys are terribly ugly in this movie?"
"What was that?" Where in the world had that come from?
"Why are all the men so unattractive in this movie?"
"I really can't say, Evey. I'm not really interested in how men look."
She laid there against him, thinking, "What about the women?"
"I'm not one for women who look like raccoons." He received a very unlady-like snort from his elbow region in response and couldn't help but laugh. Only his Evey, he thought as she was sent into a giggling fit of her own over Rocky in his golden speedo. Soon they both erupted in absolute laughing chaos, his rich laughs reverberating against her as she lay against him.
"Do you wish to finish the movie, Evey?"
"Absolutely not! It's horrible! No wonder it's called the Rocky Horror Picture Show!"
He didn't need to be told twice. With a flick of the remote the TV was frozen on Riff Raff chasing Rocky while the media player spat out the DVD into V's awaiting palm. He would keep it because it was a cult classic, but he resolved never to watch it again.
He turned to Evey, watching as she stood and stretched, mesmerized and captivated by the woman who stood before him. She was as relaxed as ever, not worried or angry or anxious. It was the one night he felt that their guards ever went down enough.
Never has he ever enjoyed the company of someone else as immensely as he does when Evey is around. He wonders what it would be like to be separated from her after so long in her presence. It is an uncomfortable thought for him to bear, and one that he would rather not think of.
"V, I think I'll go to bed now."
He nodded solemnly, "Sweet dreams, sweet Evey."
A smile touched her lips as she turned to walk towards her room, but she stopped and looked at him. "By the way, I'm not angry at you anymore." And with the final word, she left and all V could do was admire her from afar.
A/N #2: I never finished RHPS either; it was just too oddball for me to even follow past 'Touch-A Touch-A Touch Me.'