Disclaimer: The comic "V for Vendetta" is not mine. The graphic novel "V for Vendetta" is not mine. The movie "V for Vendetta" is not mine. However, this story is mine and I do not make any type of money off of it.

Two years.

It has been two years since everyone thought the terrorist named V was dead. Little did the people of London know, V had hidden himself deep below the city.

It is true on that fateful night of November the fifth that Creedy and his men had shot him full of bullets, it is true that he lay dying in Evey Hammond's arms, and it is also true that he was laying on the train when Evey pulled the lever to the train sending it straight for its appointment with Parliament. What is not true is that V was not on the train when Parliament blew up.

V had escaped his fate with nothing more than his sudden will to live. He knew he could not go back to his beloved Shadow Gallery or to Evey-not yet. First he had to heal; body and mind.

But that was two years ago. V had found Evey. Her name is no longer Hammond. She is married and her body is swollen with child. Because he had taken so long in returning, V had lost the one woman he ever remembered loving.

V doesn't blame her, he didn't expect her to mourn forever, and he was amazed that he was happy that she had found peace enough to move on with her life. With all this in mind, V was not going to return into her life and ruin that happiness.

For the next six months, V roamed the allies night after night to discourage any former fingermen from harassing non suspecting victims during the late hours of the evening. After Parliament, there were no more fingermen, no curfew, and no blacklist.

On nights V felt that his spirit needed soothing, he would wonder to the stage door of the performance arts centre. It was near the end of November, and posters were hanging all over London for the upcoming performance of "The Nutcracker".

It was on the last night of November that V not care about the fiends lurking in the shadows, he wanted the comfort of listening to the music that flowed through that stage door.

When the music ended, and V heard chattering voices drawing closer to the exit door, he knew that was his cue to hide once again in the shadows. He watched all the dancers say their good-byes and part ways. He heard one of the girls yell out "Good practice tonight and congrats again for grabbing the part of Clara, Abby!" "Thank you! Good night!" The other girls yelled back. The girl known as Abby smiled and turned back towards her destination.

V was very curious about his certain girl, but he could not put his finger on why.

Abby was on her way home. She lived just a few blocks from the performance centre, so she chose walking over driving. She was a block away form her flat when she was approached by three men. Each of them flashed a fingermen badge. "Don't you know it's after curfew?" Abby glared at them men in front of her, and then spoke. "Didn't anyone tell you that there isn't a curfew anymore?"

V remained hidden to see what the fingermen would do and how this girl would respond.

Abby reached into her coat sleeve and crouched into a fighting stance. At first V thought this girl was going to make like Evey did, and pull out a can of mace, but was surprised to see something glint off her arm.

A dagger.

Abby managed to dodge her attackers every move until she had the last of the men in a head lock with her dagger to his throat. "Now won't you be nice boys, and run along home to your mum." She gave him a kick in the butt to send him on his way.

Abby took a deep breath, put her dagger away, and continued on home. At her door, she took one last look over her shoulder. She could not shake the feeling she was being watched. Abby slipped inside her flat, locked the doors, and went to bed.

V stepped into the light from the lamp outside Abby's flat. Needless to say, V was awestruck by this girl. He watched her single handidly take down three men twice her size and continue on like it was nothing. He watched her petite form move around her flat turning out all the lights.

V had his mind made up. He had to get to know this woman. For the first time in a long time-V was curious.