Happy Guy Fawkes Day!!! V for Vendetta Day, too.

Here is my little celebration piece, I hope you like it. It's not very long, but it's nice. Oh, and it's has a happier ending than my other V fic, "Warmth." gets smacked for spoiling the ending. Ow. Anyways, read on, and please tell me what you think of it.

Disclaimer of doom: Isn't it obvious that I don't own V for Vendetta? If I did, it would have had a happier ending and I wouldn't be freezing my tail off right now because I would be able to afford a better heater. It's really cold.

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Fireworks

November 5th

Evey calmly pulled the lever and stepped out of the car to watch it carry the explosives and her V away. A few minutes later, she heard the explosion. The Parliament building was gone along with her V. She could hear the fireworks going off above ground. She didn't cry. She was beyond tears. V was gone. But he had completed his mission.

November 5th, One Year Later

Evey stood in the Shadow Gallery, surrounded by his Scarlet Carsons. Over the past year she had lived in the Shadow Gallery, surrounded by all of V's books and the rest of his "reclaimed" objects. She had taken care of the roses that he loved so much. It was the least she could do for him.

There was an enormous, city-wide party going on above her, celebrating their first full year of independence.

That first full year hadn't been easy on anyone. The new government wasn't completely stable and there had been incidents that threatened to topple the country back into chaos. But that was to be expected of a new government, and it had survived.

That first full year had been very hard on Evey. She had spent it trying to put her life back together. She had a new job in investigating and had something as an income. She couldn't cook as well as V ever had, but she got along well enough.

Her friends in the investigations department had tried to get her to join the celebration, but she didn't want to. It brought back far too many painful memories. Her family. Her friends. Sending off the train to blow up the Parliament building. V.

V.

Tears spilled down Evey's face. She tried to wipe them away but they just came faster and harder. She hadn't cried then. Why was she crying now?

"Such tears do not befit such a happy day."

Evey started. That voice. She knew that voice. That warm, velvet voice. That kind, frightening, comforting, humourous voice. HIS voice.

She turned slowly, afraid that it wasn't him. And terrified that it might be. And when she saw him she ran into his arms.

"V!" she wept. "My God! Is it really you?"

He put his arms around her and held her close in an embrace. It felt like him. She buried her face in his chest and he held her closer.

"I believe that they're about to start the fireworks," he murmured. "There is a nice view from the roof."

Evey wiped her eyes and followed him to the lift and up to the roof, not letting go of his hand.

As they stood, watching the fireworks, the colored lights illuminating V's mask, she bit her lip to make sure it was really real.

V held her close and Evey prayed that the moment would last for eternity.

Well, there you have it. Please review! Even if it's just to tell me how bad it is. Flames keep my hands from freezing.