A/N: Writing seizure. I can't stop. It's already late, and I have to go to sleep, but the ideas only come to me at night. Hope you like the new chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own V for Vendetta. You know the rest…bla bla bla…

Chapter III

Passing along the corridor, rubbing her eyes, she heard movement in one of the rooms. She entered slowly, and spoke with a grin on her face:

"Now, look who's awake!"

When he woke up, he didn't knew whether he was dead or alive, 'I'm either in Hell, or…I'm still alive.' Was the first thing that went through his mind. But the pain crossing his body, as he tried to move, gave him the answer. He soon realized that his mask and wig were in place, hiding his head, he then checked the room, which seemed to be a normal room fully equipped with hospital devices. Tried to move again but his muscles didn't seem to respond, which made him grunt with irritation. A voice caught his attention, making him look for its source.

"Well, it was about time to wake up." A green-eyed girl announced him.

"May I ask why can't I move?" the masked man questioned.

"You haven't moved for quite some time, I just made sure you won't be able to make any sudden movements while I wasn't around."

"Where am I?"

Joanna took one of the syringes prepared on the counter next to his bed and injected a green-blue substance in his arm.

"You're in my home." She finished injecting the content of the syringe. "Here, you're going to be able to move in a couple of minutes."

"Thank you."

"My pleasure, sir."

"I should have been dead."

"Yep."

"Why am I alive?"

"Hmm…I couldn't just let the national hero die, now, could I?."

"Good excuse, young lady, but that is not the real reason." He warned her smiling under the mask.

"No it isn't. I'm not a very good liar I'm afraid. But where are my manners? Please forgive me, I didn't even introduced myself."

V managed to bring his body in a sitting position, quite delighted that his body wasn't in such a bad condition as he first thought.

"It's quite alright, young lady." He spoke softly.

"My name is Joanna Dale. And I've been your doctor for almost a year."

Behind the mask, V's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe this. A year….a year since…

"Evey…" he heard himself saying.

"She's fine…or at least that's what she makes everyone believe."

"What do you mean?" the mask now turned to face her.

"Your little friend is having a nice little, happy life, working in a little library, sharing her home with the new prime-minister, Eric Finch."

V's head dropped, his eyes now locked on the wooden floor. "Good!" he said trying to sound pleased by Evey's new life. As if she didn't heard him, Joanna continued "She created a lie so big that she ended up believing it herself."

"Miss Dale, if this is the reason you saved my life, I apologize, but you made a big mistake. I'm not going to interfere in her life, she deserves to be happy. This is what I wanted her to have, a normal life."

"Have you ever wandered if it's the same thing she wants?"

"Don't we all want this?" he asked, his voice faint, he himself wishing for it, a thing he'd probably never have.

"We shall see. I've invited her here."

"You did WHAT?" this time V's tone was menacing, forgetting his chivalry.

"I've invited her here, to see you."

The masked man snapped, he grabbed one of his knives placed on the counter, slammed Joanna to the wall holding her in place with one hand, while he traced the line of her neck with the knife's cold blade.

"You will not bring her here!" he snarled.

A cold smile appeared on the girl's face.

"It would be wise to put that knife away before I get angry." She calmly stated.

"Or what? "

He starred into her eyes, waiting for an answer, but meeting only a cold, expressionless gaze. He then turned his eyes to watch the knife circling the base of her neck, only to see a scar, starting right under his blade and descending towards her chest. He rapidly removed his hands from her body, trying to regain his composure. Breathing heavily he managed to murmur an apology. "I'm terribly sorry for losing my temper like that. This matter makes me unstable." He paused to calm his breath, and then continued "I don't want her to live with someone like me, as you can see I'm nothing more than a…monster."

"A monster with exceedingly good manners." She laughed. "It's ok, I know how it feels to lose temper. As for Evey, let her choose."

The masked man sighed in defeat. "The miserable have no other medicine but only hope. (1 May I inquire as to how you've acquired that scar, if I'm not too tactless?"

Joanna, looked at the scar on her body. "Jealous boyfriend, with a horrible lack of brain."

"Where is he now?"

"I killed him." she grinned.

"You are getting better at lying, Miss Dale." V bowed to her.

She just smiled back, taking the knife from his hand and placing it back on the countertop.

"If Evey doesn't show up 'till the 5th" she started again "I'm taking you to the festivities. I think you might like to, at least, see her again."

"Yes, I think I would. Thank you."

End of Chapter III

A/N: V and Evey will meet soon, but I still have some chapters before that happens. Thank you for reading!

(1 - Measure for Measure – W. Shakespeare, Act III, Scene I