Warning: Again, I own nothing. No matter how much beg. It's never gonna happen.

V stood at the juke box. Flipping through song after song, nothing appealed to his liking for the time being. Since the Revolution, he's been abiding his time with cleaning, music, reading, and of course Evey. There was nothing left to clean, Evey was taking a shower, and the Jukebox seemed to be the only thing he hasn't been paying much attention to. He'll admit that he had been debating on reading the rest of his Edger Allen Poe, but he doubted he'd be able to pay attention.

Leaning on the Box, his gloved hand touching the keys lightly, swiftly touching all of them. What song? Eyeing all of them, He's heard all of them. None of them appealed to him. Sighing, he clicked the first one he saw. The song was awkward, and didn't compliment his thoughts in any way. Disappointing really, he was usually a better choice maker. None the less he let it play, he wanted to hear something, anything, it really didn't matter what. Just something that filled the quite halls of the Shadow Gallery.

"V"

V didn't have to turn around to see who it was. "Hello Evey."

Evey, stood behind him, unsure if she wanted to approach him or not. She felt like she had something to say, though highly more uncertain what it was. She wanted to talk to him. Wanted to hear his voice, wanted to hear that it wasn't weak, that it wasn't choking, reassurance.

"What are you listening to?" She asked softly.

"You know Evey," He began, turning around to face her. "I Haven't the slightest Idea."

Which wasn't an entire lie, he wasn't sure exactly what he was listening to, it was a happy song. The Beetles always confused him. They were declaring they lived in a Yellow Submarine, The point? There wasn't one.

This got a giggle from Evey, "May I join you in your confusion?"

"Most certainly." He made a slight bow, and reached out his hand to take her's. She grabbed it.

The song ended, it skipped to the next song. A soft one. V smiled behind his mask, "Would you kindly honor me with a dance?" He asked. Turning his head over to look her in the eyes, feeling a pang of guilt, that she didn't have the luxury of seeing his eyes, as he does for her, lovely sparkling eyes.

Smiling lightly, "I would love to."

Feeling relieved, he guided her to the center of the room, Grabbing her hand in his, then placing his other on the lower portion of her back, she did the same, but placing it on his arm instead. Leading her steps, they moved in rythem. Looking at eachother, she felt happy, felt like she could just be in his arms forever, whether it be dancing, watching movies, or waking her up. She didn't want him to let go.

'Strange maze, what is this place?'

'I hear voices over my shoulder.'

'Nothings making sense at all.'

V was counting lightly under his breath. "1 2 3, 1 2 3, 1 2.." It was for both him and her, He never danced really, not often anyways. He refused to mess up, dancing takes skill and precision. He had both, but still, it was never his best point. Waltzing never took too much effort, but it would be utterly embarrassing if he were to make a wrong step. Considering the perfectionist he was.

'Wonder, why do we race?'

'When everyday we're runnin' in circles,'

'Such a funny way to fall.'

"I don't believe I've ever heard this song before." She smiled, looking down, then back up at his Guy Fawkes mask. "It's not something I believed that you would care to listen to."

"After many years of solitude , you'd be surprised at the things you choose to hear." Nodding his head slightly to the left, knowingly. "I don't listen to it often." He admitted. "But it's always nice to have a variety at your disposal."

'Tried to open up my eyes,'

'I'm hopin' for a chance to make it alright.'

She moved slightly closer, Much to his pleasure, she continued to dance with him, not backing out, or leaving him to stand alone in the middle of the room. She never once left him in such a position, other than when she first made it to the Shadow Gallery, and the Last. Other than that she was constantly by his side. He was overly grateful.

"You know V," Evey began " Back in the tunnels."

"Yes?" He interjected.

'When I wake up,'

'The dream isn't done.'

'I wanna see your face,'

'And know I made it home.'

Evey wasn't sure how to continue, she wasn't even sure if she wanted to. Afraid he'd stop dancing with her, Afraid he'd stop talking, Afraid she may begin to cry. She didn't fear much anymore. And when she did, it's heart rendering.

Looking back at him, her face softened, her breathing as well. "Why did you do it?"

Evey could feel V tense around her. "You know very well Why I did it." His voice was hard, sort of sad and angry mixed together. "For the people, for the.."

"No." She Stated. She felt a rush of anger hit her. "Why did you let them, shoot you." It was more of a demand than an actual question. "Why did you want to die."

V was at a loss of words for a moment, shocked that she would ask something like this, realization struck him, he knew she wanted an explanation, maybe a way to put her nightmares to rest. He sighed, "Because Evey," looking away from her to the Juke box, somewhere other than her, other than the glare of disapproval she was giving him. He didn't want to look at her. He didn't want to see the bitterness in her eyes, only joy, happiness, positive aspects. Not anger, not from Evey. Not from her.

"Because, it this isn't my world." He urged "It's the world I have been able to make, for the people, for you. I have no right to be a part of it."

"No Right?" Evey looked utterly confused. "You helped create it, if anybody has a right to be here its you, only you."

"That's Ridiculous Evey." He let go of her lower back for only a moment to wave it in the air, before placing it back. "I don't belong here, I just freed it, Just a voice, an Idea. For freedom, Evey, saved the people who needed it, if was for Valerie, what they did to her, The torture, and what they did to me, what They did to you, You needed retribution, so did everyone else who were placed and forced threw that form of dictatorship, none of you deserved it."

He let out a small quick chuckle "I don't even deserve to be in the presence of such a beautiful Free thinking woman, such as yourself, but here I am, Basking in your glory."

A small blush made it's way on her face, along with a small smile. "You don't give yourself enough V." She giggled softly. "Well if that's the case, then let me tell you mister," letting go of him, she cupped his face, and forced him to look at her. "It is me, who is honored to be with such a man." She smiled, leaning forward and kissing the cold hard cheek of the mask, before looking him in the slots, where his eyes should be. "I certainly wouldn't have it any other way."

He grabbed her sides and held her closer to him, embracing her in a hug, there body's moving side to side, still slightly dancing to the music, that has been more than forgotten about, she wrapped her arms around his middle, resting her head on his chest, he had his arms wrapped around her back. Dancing ever so softly.

' If nothing is true,'

'What more can I do?'

'I am still painting flowers for you..'

After the music had stopped playing and the gallery went quiet, they still held eachother, V hummed a nursery rhyme, one that Evey was uncertain as to which one it was. None the less she liked it, liked to hear his voice deep in his chest. She listened to his heart beat, it seemed to be a little fast, but it was steady. Clinging slightly tighter, she saw a flash, it was a tiny memory, surfacing in front of her eyes. His face, the blood coming out of the mouth, air way. She winced, V noticed and stopped humming. "Everything Alright?" He asked, Evey nodded. "I'm fine."

He didn't entirely believe her, but he knew better than to push. "Could you continue humming please?"

V chuckled, "As you wish Evey." He began humming again, she pressed her head slightly harder against him. Another flash, another moment. She tried her best not to jump, not to shake. Stifling back tears, she closed her eyes tightly.

"Evey?" V's voice made it harder not to break down. She tried to ignore it when he pried herself from him so he could see her face. "Evey, is something bothering you?"

She nodded no, but he could tell by her face. Sighing ever so slightly. "I would of hoped that my imprisoning you, would have removed all your fears." Placing his hand on her head, caressing it softly. "But I was blind, about the one and only fear you have created in the process." She leaned into the touch. "I love you." She whispered softly.

She leaned close, almost being able to give his porcelain cheek, another kiss.

V reached up his hand to stop her, grabbing her wrists gently. "Evey.." He breathed "Don't."

"Why not?" Evey asked, confused.

"Because," He started, his voice weak. "Because I know, for you it isn't enough."

"V." She smiled. "If it's all you will let me have, it is all I need." She leaned forward once again, but again he stopped her.

"Evey.."

"V?"

"Please forgive me for what I'm about to do."

"V.."

V quickly turned and flipped off the light, The Shadow Gallery was pitch black, Evey couldn't see anything, she reached out her arms to find V. But couldn't.

There was a 'Clunk' Noise as something hit the ground. "V.."

She heard footsteps make their way to her. Two strong arms seized her, pulling her close. V.

"Evey," He whispered, His breath was on her neck, his voice unfiltered. He wasn't wearing his mask. Evey felt her heart pound in her chest at this realization. "V."

Evey was still, she felt a warm pair of lips touch the side of her mouth, soft and gentle. She hadn't imagined it at all. Her eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. Words were at a loss for her, she forgot about her Nightmare, her fears, she forgot everything. The only thing she thought about was V. The warmth just radiating off of him, she could feel the soft burns that seemed to cover his skin. She moved her head slightly to claim his lips in her own. She felt his arm's wrap around her mid section and pulled her up closer.

Wrapping her own arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Lifting her legs up to wrap around him, he moved his hands lower. Straddling her. "Evey.." He murmmered her name once they separated for air. She was Grinning madly, almost in hysterics. She couldn't keep down that wonderful bubbly feeling that she just wanted to explode. Instead she captured his mouth again. Refusing to let go.

Slipping in her tongue, he let his mouth part slightly, to allow access, very welcomed access. She tasted around it, savoring every moment, every flavor, clinging to him. She would of let her hands wonder, but deciding against it, not wanting to give him the chance to change his mind.

He released her, she could only whimper in protest. Touching her face, he smiled, though she couldn't see it, she never could see it. She never has, and if he keeps this up. She never will.

Second chapter up! Not much to do with the plot line just yet, right now I'm developing the characters with fluff. Lots of fluff. :3 Fluffy pellows, Fluffy feathers, and the almighty Fluffiluficus.