This is where I wanted to start but I couldn't just immediately start from here without an explanation. Enjoy!

"Hey handsome," I said as I leaned against the doorway of the kitchen in V's home.

He looked up from the paper and put it down, "Well, hello Aga. It's nice to see you again," his mask covered up his face but I knew he was smiling.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner at my place tonight? I already ate so you don't have to worry about eating in front of me," I sat down in a chair across from him and twirled my hair in between my fingers.

"That sounds lovely. I've never seen your place before either," Closing the paper he put it aside. "Will you just let me finish my tea and then we can go."

"Surely," I smiled and made my way into the gallery. He had such a nice gallery. Not better than mine of course, I giggled to myself. But still, it was charming. I walked over to the jukebox and look throughout the many amount of songs. He had such great old songs on it but nothing catches my eye and I stop flipping through it.

"Ready?"

I turned my head to V and smiled. "Of course."

We started our way down the side streets. It was dusk, not dark enough for us to be out on the main streets. Well, for me it would be easy but V likes the cover of night. There was no one on the streets since they forget that there is no curfew. It has been about a month since the destruction of parliament and still I haven't seen any rebels. It was odd especially since my home was near a few of the people who I know would rebel against the new government. Mainly Roger Dascombe.

Part of my house was underground, just like V's, but when you got to the top, you could see every part of London. It was no where near the out skirts of London. It was in a field beyond the out skirts. When it was being built 25 years ago by my Uncle, I used to love that go to that field every day to see the rabbits and flowers. My Uncle built this house after my designs. I was only 7 but I was inspired to become an architect. Because I loved that field so much, my Uncle thought it would be best to build a tower in the middle so that I or anyone could look down and see the flowers and animals.

I pushed V aside to a wall and looked around the corner. It was clear. I motioned for him to be quiet as we slowly walked down the alley.

"Why do we have to be quiet?" V asked in a whisper.

"Because," I started "I know for a fact that rebels live here or close by. I don't want to have them following us down to my home."

V nodded and kept quiet for the time. A cat darted in front making me stop in my tracks. I pushed my hair back behind my ear and continued as we got out of that alley.

"We're almost there I promise. It's longer to take the side streets," I said as I lead him down one of the tube stations. It was dark down there and I didn't really like going this was but it was the only door that lead to my under ground home. I jumped on the tracks and made my way to the middle of the track. I went up to the wall and pushed with force. The wall gave and the door opened slowly. I turned around to V and smiled. "Welcome to my home!"

"Thank you," V nodded as I lead him in closing the door behind me.

"May I take your hat and cape?" I asked extending my arms.

"That's very kind of you," He chuckled handing me his things. I walked over to the closet and hung his cape and hat. I hung my own hat and cape on another hanger and lead him into the dinning room.

"Sit and I'll bring you your food. I had to keep it in the warm oven," I smiled and went to the kitchen. I had made rosemary chicken, roasted asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes. I took it out of the oven and transferred it to a plate making it look nice and neat. I brought it into the dinning room where I placed it in front of V.

"What would you like to drink?" I said putting my hands behind my back.

"Just water please," V replied.

"Yes sir," I smiled and bowed. I went to the fridge, grabbed the gallon of water. I took out from the cabinet a nice, fancy glass and poured the water. I put the gallon back in the fridge, opened up the freezer and put ice in the glass.

I placed it down right next to the plate. "If you need anything, I'll be right here in the living room."

"Thank you for this Aga," V said with a smiling voice.

"You are welcome," I smiled and went into the living room.

I was just finishing up chapter 4 of Brave New World when V came into the room.

"I have washed the dishes and put them our to dry," He said sitting down on the lounge next to me.

"Oh you didn't have to do that," I smiled and made room.

"Dinner was delicious Aga. Thank you," V said as he turned to me.

I had always wondered what was under that mask. Under that suit. Was there a man under it or a monster as some people might have assumed? Of course he was just as curious about me. I mentally frowned at the thought of me revealing myself to him, or to anyone. I hated myself because of what they did to me. I used to cry all the time after I got out of that place. After that fire.

"I was hoping we could watch a movie," I smirked.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Either Pretty Women or Gone with the Wind, your choice," I answered.

"What is Pretty Woman about? I have never seen it," V asked moving closer.

"You'll see," I giggled as I put the movie in.

V cocked his head, "It's a romance?"

"It's in that genre yes," I replied clicking

"So did you like it?" I asked as I turned off the TV.

"Very much so but you didn't tell me that there was going to be sexual content," V laughed.

"Oh I was supposed to tell you?" I giggled.

"Aga, might I ask a question?"

"Of course V," I smiled.

"Back on the 5th, when Creedy and his men were about to shoot, why did you step in front of me?" He asked with no emotion in his voice.

I stopped smiling and sighed. "Because this country needs you. You're their hope. You think that it should have ended right then and there but it shouldn't have and it didn't."

"So, might I ask another question?" V said coming closer.

"Yes," I said with a gulp.

"How were you able to take those bullets?" He questioned as he stared at me. It felt like he was staring into my soul.

I thought about it for a second. I thought about telling him. No one besides the people who "created" me knew. And those people were dead.

I sighed, "Uhm, I don't like to talk about it."

"I'm sorry Aga," V whispered as he put his hand on my arm.

"It's quite alright," I smiled.

"Might I ask another question before leaving?"

"Surely,"

"When's your birthday?" He chuckled.

I giggled, "Decemeber 20th,"