A/N Sorry this took a little longer than usual but I think this chapter will be worth the wait. And sorry it is a little shorter than usual.

~Axelrocks~

Chapter 7

As soon as the door to V's room opened, Evey was on her, feet watching them leave. She looked at each of their faces to see what their faces looked like. However, they all remained expressionless. Was something wrong? Was something wrong with V? Damn that mask! She could not tell what he was thinking either.

"Thank you, Doctor, Mr. Finch," said V as followed them out the door into the living room.

"It is no trouble," said the doctor. "I shall be back in a couple days with the results."

Results? Results for what? Was there really something wrong with V?

"Good day, Evey," said the doctor as he disappeared from sight. He seemed to be in a hurry.

Eric came up to her. "I'm sorry we did not get the chance to talk. It seems the doctor is in quite a hurry today."

She grabbed his arm and whispered. "Please, Eric, is there anything wrong with V?"

He looked over her shoulder at V, then at her. "That's something you will have to ask him. Now if you will excuse me I must get along before the doctor leaves me." Then he too left the room.

"V?" She turned around was about to ask him what was going on but he had vanished.


She found him in his study book in hand like always. He did not even look up at her when she walked in.

"Why do you do that?" She asked staring at him.

"Do what, Evey?" He placed his book down and turned and looked at her.

"You know what you do!" She cried exasperated. "Something is wrong with you isn't there? Is that why you keep avoiding me?"

"Of course not." He stood and brushed himself off.

"Then what were you and the doctor talking about? Somehow I don't believe you would even tell me if something was wrong."

He was silent at that and she knew what she had said was the truth.

"It's getting late, Evey; I'm going to head to bed. You are free to stay up as late as you want of course." Then he left the room.

Evey watched him go.

Why did he keep doing this? He was avoiding her. There was something going on and she was going to find out. Or she hoped she would.


V sat on his bed, thinking. There was no way he was going to go to sleep anytime soon.

He knew he could not tell Evey what he and the doctor had talked about after his check-up. What if it was only nothing? What of only the area around his wounds were going to heal and that was it. He did not want to get her hopes up. He knew that she wanted to see his face. But he could not bring himself to ever show her. He would not be able to stand the look of revulsion in her eyes if he ever did show her what he truly looked like now.

He sat there still thinking when someone knocked on his door. He knew exactly who it was.

Evey.

He got up and opened the door and sure enough there she was and she looked very uneasy.

"Hello, V, I hope I didn't wake you." She bit her lip and looked away from him.

"No, is there something you want to talk about?"

She nodded.

He opened the door wider. "Then come in. We can talk in here."

She silently walked past him and took her seat on his bed. V grabbed the only chair and set it in front of her and took his own seat.

"What is it, Evey? Is something wrong?"

She shook her head and still did not look at him. Finally, she sighed and surprisingly she reached for one of his gloved hands.

"I should have told you this a long time ago, V." She shook her head and laughed quietly. "I don't even know why I'm telling you now."

He liked the feel of her hand in his. But he momentarily pulled himself away from that fact and looked up at her.

"Go on, Evey, what is it?"

Then she looked at him, right in the eyes.

"V, I'm in love with you."


"What?" He was taken aback. She loved him?

"I love you, V, and you love me too, right?" She braved a look up at him.

That was when V remembered he had told her he had fallen in love with her. That was when he thought he was going to die.

"I shouldn't have said that, Evey."

"What ? What do you mean, V? Does that mean you don't love me anymore."

"No," he shook his head. "It's just that I should not have told you that in the first place. I thought I was going to die, so I thought you should have known. But now that I'm alive I think you would have been better off not knowing."

"Why?"

"You probably would feel obliged to return the feelings."

She stood up and looked down at him. "Are you saying that I really don't love you?"

He stood up too and looked at her. "How could you ever love me?"

"What do you mean, V?"

"How could you love me? You don't even know what I really look like, and you barely know anything about me."

Evey's voice softened. "It's not always about what you look like. It's about who you are, V. And I fell in love with you, and not on how you would look. And I want you to know that if you ever showed me your face it would never change the way I feel about you."

"I can't do that to you, Evey. Underneath this mask is a horribly disfigured face, I would not wish anyone to look at it."

"V, don't say that."

She looked like she was about to start crying, then she place both hands on his mask.

"V, I want you to kiss me."

He grabbed both her hands and took them away from his face. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her!

"I'm sorry, Evey, I can't." Then he turned and left the room.