Here you have it. I don't own anything-just happen to love this couple!

Evey was curled into herself, warm yet conflicted. The steady hum of the TV that displayed a black screen reminded her she was alone. The Count of Monte Cristo had just finished playing and Evey was surprised to feel not only nostalgia but loss. Her thoughts were in turmoil. How could one love and hate simultaneously? How could acts of torture be labeled as kindness? How could hands she'd fallen in love with hurt her so willingly? Yet, it had not been willing, had it? Not entirely. Or at least, he claimed. V was so twisted in his eccentric approaches to problem solving that it baffled her. Blowing up buildings to bring freedom and peace, torturing people to foster character growth. She snorted. He would be offended to hear her characterize his actions as such. Her words never could quite hold his elegance. Elegance… memories began to crash in on her: his toned black suit weaving around her, correcting her fighting style, making her feel strong, crushing her to the wall. The feel of him against her as he held her completely powerless, and the realization that it was exactly where she wanted to be.

Evey closed her eyes tightly. What was she thinking? He had TORTURED her. For months. Kept her in a cell. Taken away her dignity. Yet, was she not stronger for it?

Evey sat up straight. Yes. Yes, she was. And for whatever odd reason, she missed V. It was plain and simple. After her initial anger and hurt had diminished, she'd found it there within the corner of her heart. A simple tugging toward the shadows. Yes, she would see her masked vigilante again. The question was when?

Evey paced back and forth in her room. She was dressed elegantly in a simple black skirt and red blouse covered by a sleek high-collared dress coat that made her both feel more secure and gave her presence a sense of power. Her brow was furrowed and she had one pale finger on her lips as she tried to come to a decision. The chaos that had descended upon Britain's media left Evey shaking with anger, even more so to know it was all being blamed on V. Such lies! How had she not noticed before? How had she not seen how swayed they all were by the Chancellor and his desire for power? Not so long ago she had been one of those people… the thought made her freeze.

Evey looked in the mirror, eyes determined with new-found purpose. V had changed her life and despite everything she had been through, he had made it better. She had to talk to him. He had to know she understood. Evey's hand automatically finding the blade on the side of her leg, she buttoned her coat and made for the door.

If she ran into any Fingers tonight, they'd find her more than ready.

Evey hesitated at the heavy door that led to the Gallery; she was surprised she had found her way here at all. It had been dark last time and she has been in a hurry to leave. She placed her hand on the door but stopped again. What if V didn't want her here? Was she showing weakness by coming to see him before the 4th? Hadn't she promised herself she would wait? No, he wanted to see her. Hell, he'd practically begged her to stay.

V had to know. Evey pushed open the door.

All was quiet in the Gallery. It was dark enough that Evey had to stumble forward until she found the lights. Looking around, she saw all was pristine, everything in its place. Evey felt her heart sink; he wasn't here. Glancing down at her watch she saw it was already 11:30 PM. In her haste to follow through with her decision to see V, she'd forgotten to check the time. Oh well, she was here now, she might as well wait. Maybe even make a cup of tea. Evey smiled. Shrugging off her coat and placing it on the back of a kitchen chair, she set about to make tea as she had so many times before.

Waiting for the kettle to whistle, Evey found herself drawn toward the training room. Nostalgia threatening to overwhelm her, she stopped and closed her eyes, breathing in the smell of V's home. She had missed this place. Crossing the threshold, Evey was shocked by the sight that met her eyes. The room was in complete disarray, as if one too many fights had been had. But the sight that most made her heart clench most was the complete dismantling of V's favorite sparring friend. Instead of a proud suit of metal there now stood a gaping hole, his breastplate completely missing, no armor for his supposed heart. Trying to understand the implications, Evey's thoughts were interrupted by a shrill whistle. Walking quickly back to the kitchen, Evey distractedly poured her tea. Suddenly feeling the Gallery was too quiet, she grasped her warm mug and headed toward the Wurlitzer. Musing to herself, her finger found the number that brought Cat Power's steady crooning to the Gallery. Closing her eyes, Evey smiled for the first time in months.

V stood stock still on the roof, eyes watching the trucks being loaded below. His plan was coming to fruition, but he still couldn't trust the BFC trucks to follow his instructions without seeing it with his own eyes. Watching the last of the boxes being stowed away, V sighed. Tomorrow they would go out and his identity would become their own. There was something humbling about losing one's self. V almost laughed. Self. What was he but an idea? There WAS nothing else. It was why he would follow through with the 5th. He would give the people the chance they deserved, he would cripple the nation that had become corrupt so they could rebuild on principles they chose, not the ones they were handed. V's fist clenched involuntarily. Yes, he would see it through.

A pink flash in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Hopping onto a lower roof he was surprised to see a feminine silhouette dart around the corner. She looked scared, clutching her coat to herself and repeatedly checking behind her shoulder. Evey. The pang the word wreaked upon his soul caught V off guard. He knew it wasn't her, but he would ensure the girl got home safe. It's what Evey would want. As V once more took up his role as silent guardian of the night, he could not help but wonder if there was more left to his concept of 'self' than originally thought.

I promise, VEV is right around the corner! Be prepared; the movie script just got thrown out the window... thoughts?