Author's Note: So I have a new obsession. I love, love, love Killing Eve and so I have decided to try my hand at writing some fanfiction for it, so I'll start by writing about how I think things went going into season 3.

Hopefully you'll all like it, comments are welcome and thank you for reading. If this goes well, I may do more.

As always I own nothing, all rights go to their respective owners


What Did You Do?

One

The first thing that Eve felt when she opened her eyes was a warm hand enveloping her's. As she turned her head slowly, she saw Villanelle smiling down at her.

Panic began to rise in her chest as she saw the assassin's face.

"It's okay, Eve...I'm going to look after you."

Eve shook her head, her heart rate increased, the monitor beeped wildly as she struggled to get away and sit up in her hospital bed.

"No...no, not you, not you!"

"Eve! Eve, it's alright!"

That was Niko's voice.

Not Villanelle's.

It was Niko's face...not her's.

Eve began to calm down.

Niko gave her a warm smile but she saw the concern in his brown eyes.

"She can't hurt you. You're safe."

Eve nodded her head and swallowed.

Looking around, she took in the hospital room; clean, white, simple. A single vase of yellow flowers sat on the cheap wooden trolley table by her bed along with a full glass of water which she grabbed for and chugged down greedily.

She reached for the jug and winced when pain coursed through her, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and shrink back in on herself.

Niko stood and gestured to the water jug.

"Would you like some more water?"

Eve nodded, unable to speak.

Niko poured her more water and handed her the glass. She hated the way her hand shook slightly as she took the glass from him.

Niko sat back down with a sigh.

"The reports say that she shot you." He began.

Eve nodded.

"She didn't shoot to kill you so I suppose that's...something."

Eve paused.

Villanelle could've killed her if she'd wanted to but she didn't. Her shot was off, yes she'd shot her but she didn't kill her which meant that she wasn't done with her.

Oh God...was this how it had been with Anna? How deep had Villanelle's obsession gone? How far would it go with Eve?

"She killed Gemma, Eve." Niko's voice brought Eve back to the present.

Eve looked at him.

"Oh...Niko I'm-I'm so sorry."

He shook his head and scrubbed at his face. She was relieved to see that he still wore his wedding ring.

"I know she...she meant something to you."

In a moment of absurdity, Niko laughed.

"She asked me how to make shepherd's pie. She said she knew it was your favourite and she wanted to know how to make it."

Eve stared at him.

Villanelle had gone to see him because she wanted a recipe? And then she had to go and kill Gemma as well?

Niko sat back and folded his arms.

"She's not going to stop is she, Eve?"

Eve shook her head as a single tear fell down her cheek.

"No..."

Niko then sat forward, his elbows resting on his knees and she knew with a sinking feeling in her stomach what was coming.

"I don't want this for you. I don't want her to be in our lives but you have to be with me on this. If you're not...I don't think I can carry on like this. She's dangerous, Eve. She needs to be stopped."

Eve nodded.

"Are you with me?" He asked, his voice full of hope.

Eve thought about everything she had been through with and because of Villanelle; she couldn't deny that there was something that tied her to the other woman but now Eve knew and she realised that as much as Villanelle wanted to argue it, she couldn't love Eve, she didn't know what that was and at some point maybe Eve had wanted to see if Villanelle could feel that way about her but now she knew, it was just possession and possession wasn't love. Villanelle couldn't love, no matter what she said.

Psychopaths don't know how to love, they don't understand the concept of it and they don't know how to return it. They think that what they feel is real...but the sad thing is that it's not and Villanelle was no exception.

When Eve's eyes raised to meet Niko's, there was a determined look in them that he had only ever seen when she was dead certain of something.

Wincing in pain, she reached out and took his hand.

"I'm with you."

...

Konstantin came to stand by Villanelle's side as she looked out over the river rushing by, the wind making it seem unforgiving and dangerous.

"I thought perhaps you would have given up by now." He said, his hands deep in the pockets of his black woollen coat.

Villanelle shook her head, her dark blonde hair whipping about her face.

"No. She needs me now. She's like me, she said so herself."

Konstantin sighed.

"She also says she doesn't love you."

"I love her, that's all that matters."

"Villanelle listen to yourself, it's one sided. She doesn't love you, she probably never did. You are...fascinating to her-or you were- but not now. Please, come home, yes?"

"No. She needs to realise what she is."

Konstantin sighed.

"It is best that we both go home. The twelve are very angry, you killed one of their men. They won't just let you live a nice life."

"She killed one of their men, not me." Villanelle corrected him and Konstantin heard the pride in her voice, almost like when a child does something to please their parent, only Villanelle wanted to take the credit into moulding Eve into a killer.

A wistful smile crossed her features and for a second, her eyes sparkled as she turned to look at her handler or former handler, business partner?

"She killed him for me, Konstantin. If she didn't love me why would she do that?"

"Eve cares about people. She would've done the same for anyone else had they been in your position."

"No. She did that for me and only me."

Villanelle's smile grew.

"She loves me...she just doesn't know it yet."

Konstantin was losing his patience with her.

"And you think coming back here to London will convince her of that? Villanelle you shot her! She probably hates you now!"

"I didn't kill her. I could have if I wanted to but she killed someone for the first time, she needs time to adjust, to see that we are the same and that no one will understand her like I do."

Konstantin shook his head, finally giving in.

"Villanelle look at me." He said calmly.

She turned to look at him and he let out a breath as he pointed a finger at her, like he always did when he reprimanded her.

"If you do this, you do it alone."

"Fine." She said simply.

"I mean it. I won't be here to help you. If Eve kills you or tries to, I won't be there to take you to a hospital or get you out of the country."

"I know."

"This is a mistake, Villanelle."

She smiled and shook her head.

"No it's not. I need to do this, Konstantin. She needs to know that her place in the world, her only place, is with me."

He nodded his head, seeing that she couldn't be swayed no matter how much he tried.

He held out his hand to her and she took it as he shook it lightly.

"Then good luck. I hope she doesn't kill you."

Villanelle smiled.

"She won't."

Konstantin walked away from her, shaking his head.

He wasn't so sure.

Villanelle turned back to the river and watched the Thames become more choppy as the winds picked up once again.

Eve would come to see that what Villanelle said was the truth. Anna hadn't been able to accept it, she hadn't been able to see that Villanelle had done what she did out of love. It wasn't the conventional way with flowers and chocolates but what Villanelle had done was better than that, well it was in her mind anyway. Who else could claim they had proved their love by killing their lover's tormentor. Maybe she should have killed Niko instead of Gemma but then Eve never would have forgiven her; Niko hadn't done anything wrong, he'd never hurt Eve. He was safe. He just needed to realise that he wasn't for her anymore. He couldn't give her what she needed, Villanelle could and she would make Eve see that.

Yes, coming back to London was a massive risk but it would all be worth it in the end.

Author's Note: Chapter 2 will be up soon. thanks for reading x