Author's note: My first fanfic so please be nice. I just watched this movie with my parents and loved it. More chapters will follow... Rated T and little M

The sounds of the building of choice being blow up seemed to drown out Evey's thoughts as she walked away from Finch to head to the Shadow gallery. It seemed like she was on autopilot as she walked into the home that was now hers. Nothing seemed to matter anymore after watching the one you love die in your arms. Entering the main room she was greeted with the sound music coming from the jukebox pulling her from her thoughts. She looked at it tilting her head like the way V always did. That was when she felt that someone else was in the gallery.

She slowly turned to look down every hallway but found nothing out of the ordinary. Making her way back to the jukebox, she stopped in her tracks. For standing slightly bet over the jukebox was V still in his cape and hat. It seemed like Evey forgot to breathe as she stood frozen behind him.

"V?" She asked in a shaky disbelieving voice as she took a step closer to him. He turned slowly letting the eyes of his mask fall on her. She could see the blood trailing down his body onto the floor. He made a move towards her but instead fell to the ground and into her awaiting arms.

"V! V! V answer me. Come one V don't do this to me again." She started to say as she tried to get her masked love to talk to her and to give her hope that he was still alive. For a minute she thought she was in a nightmare as the bleeding V in her arms didn't respond. After a few minutes of shaking him and trying to find his wounds he grasped her shoulders and held himself against her chest like a little child holding onto his mother.

"I… I missed…you." He rasped out into her hair. She silently started to cry as she held him. He was alive.

After getting V into his bed she went into one of the bathrooms in search of a first aid kit, only to come back a minute later to find V trying to sit up in his bed.

"V don't try and get up." She said sternly as she came to the side of the bed and gently pushed him so he was laying flat on the bed.

"Evey… I can do it myself…Don't bother." He said as she started get the supplies out.

"Nonsense, now just sit back and let me take care of you." He was about to protest but he was startled when she started to undo his vest.

"Evey…Don't!" He rasped out as he grasped her hands with his gloved ones.

"V, I have to treat your wounds. Now stop throwing such a fuss and let me help you." She was giving him anytime to argue as she quickly undid his vest and pulled it of his shoulders along with his cape and hat. After a few more failed attempts to get Evey to let V dress his own wounds, she started to slowly take of his gray shirt. He let a groan escape his lips as he turned his head away knowing what her expression would be after seeing his burned and scared chest.

He just heard a gasp from her as she looked at evidence of the torture the fire had on his body. She slowly laid her hands on his chest and herd a sharp intake of breathe come from behind the mask. Trying not to cry at the damage to his body she started to aid to the gun wounds. There was one in his right shoulder, two right under the collarbone and one on his hip. After attending to the chest wounds she saw that there was one on his thigh.

"V?" She asked as she looked up to the masked face. He had been silently praying that she would hurry up and get it over with. He looked at her face through the mask wondering if she was going to leave after she was done.

"Yes?"

"I…um… need to take of your pants so I can treat your thigh. Are you doing ok? Do I need to get you any painkillers?" she asked as he laid a hand on his bandaged chest. He took a quick intake of breathe at the feeling of her hand on his chest. Making what she said turn into Jell-O in his ears. Evey, his only love, was sitting there looking at his horrible scars but her face didn't show any emotion that she was discussed by him. After he didn't answer she started to undo his pants and pull the off before he could protest. There he was with only his underwear on laying flat on his back on his bed.(Heh...heh.)

"Evey…please…I don't want you to leave." He said as he tried to pry her hands from his body.

"V I need to tend to your leg wound. You can barely sit up let alone tend to your injures...V I'm not going to leave just because you look different. To me you're the most beautiful man that I know and I haven't even seen your face." She said as she grabbed the side of his face putting her forehead against his. "V I love you. Now sit tight and let me get you squared away." She said forcefully push he back onto the bed and went to work. As her hands worked on bandaging his thigh V was trying to not think of where her hands were. His body felt like it was on fire again as he willed his body not to show the effect she had on him. She was trying with all her might not to let her eyes wonder to his mid section. Hearing his shallow breathing coming from behind his mask, she started to wonder if she was hurting him until she noticed a slight bulge in his underwear. She inwardly gasped not wanting to give V the wrong impression. She turned back to his thigh trying to ignore his body's reaction to her hands. Finally finished with the thigh injury she looked up at the guy fawks mask.

"V are you... asleep?" she asked in a silent voice hoping that he was, not knowing what her reaction would be if he addressed his bodies behavior. His even breathing answered her. She smiled and pulled a blanket over him and quietly left his room.

Hearing the door shut behind her he let out a sigh. He in fact was still very awake and very, to his horror, aroused. He could still feel her hands on his thighs in his mind. It took every muscle in his body to slow down his breathing to give her the impression that he was asleep. After she took notice of his arousal he was sure she was going to slap him. But instead her face burned red and she tried to ignore it. That startled him.