A/N About the last chapter: I know not much went on, terribly sorry 'bout that. I had this whole elaborate plan from day one of this fic, and now it's straight down the toilet. Basically, it involved Nicole and Jaylyn being kidnapped while V and Evey were out. Lynette would be left tied up (or to go to them, never was sure) to deliver the ransom. This would force V back into action so he'd go off and save Nicole and Jaylyn. The whole thing would alternate between V and Jaylyn's point of view, giving us a glimpse into her craziness. Thanks to all muses for this story going bye-bye it's not happening. It did sound like a decent idea, though, didn't it? Damn.

This is the last actual chapter. There is an epilogue, in two parts. I have to say, this chapter and the epilogue(s) sort of go out to IzzydaWolfeGrrl for pointing out that she does, in fact, "still review dammit" and in capitols. I LOVE CAPITOLS!

VPOV

I brushed a stray curl from Evey's forehead and slipped out of bed. I was almost grateful to be up before her. She wouldn't stop jumping me-not that I was complaining-long enough to even get dressed. I took a quick shower before padding to the kitchen to make breakfast.

It was nice, honeymooning in the Shadow Gallery. We hadn't been here since Nicole was born. Plus, the public thought we were in Paris so we didn't have to worry too much about them.

"I would say this was like old times, but it was never this private and you never dressed like that."

"Hmm" I hadn't heard Evey come in. "very true."

I stood barefoot in the kitchen wearing a black compression bodysuit with loose black sweat pants swung low on my hips. The bodysuit was a left-over from just after my escape from Larkhill, I'd used it to control the scarring. After a couple of years I'd been able to stop wearing it in favor of tight clothing. It still felt nice to wear now and then though.

Evey's arms slipped around my middle from behind and she hooked a thumb in the waistband of my sweat pants. I smiled, she was at it again. I was determined to eat before we fell into bed again. Or the floor, or couch, or table, or wherever we made it to. She had just started to slip her hand down the front of my pants when a loud crash came from the main room.

"Ow! Dammit! That was not necessary." Lynette? What was she doing here?

"I stubbed my toe!" Oh god, Jaylyn too?

"Well you should've co-operated." That voice I didn't know.

I turned the stove off and walked out of the kitchen with Evey right behind me. Jaylyn was hopping around holding one foot, Nicole was sleeping soundly on the couch, and Lynette was glaring at another girl who's back was to us. From behind she looked just like Lynette except that the back of her shirt had 'Weakdays Turn Into The Weakends' written on it in what looked suspiciously like Sharpie instead of being plain like Lynette's.

She whirled around and flashed me a smile. In looks, she was a bit softer than Lynette with straightened side-bangs across her left eye, blending into her curly hair. She was barefoot, her jeans torn at the knees, the front of her shirt (which I could now see) had 'Young And Divine' written across it the same way as the back.

"Hello V, Evey. Jaylyn and Lynette have things to say, don't you?"

"Yeah, gotta go." Jaylyn tried to dart away, but the third girl grabbed the back of her shirt.

"Oh hell no. I had to drag you back by force. You are going to do the right thing and end this nicely."

"Excuse me, but who are you?" I asked.

"Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask." She quipped.

"Where have I heard that before?" I said sarcastically.

"I'm shocked you needed to ask, V. I only had to drag you back once before you learned your lesson."

I blanched as a memory I had tried very hard to suppress came to mind. It was just before the Fifth and I'd been out wandering the streets. I remember being spoken to by girl dressed like a homeless person and then being whacked in the head with a frying pan by the same person.

The next thing I remember was waking up in the Gallery in a pink bunny suit and tied to my bed. The girl who'd whacked me was sitting at the foot of the bed contemplating me and she simply said 'Stop disappearing V, it's rather incontinent when trying to write a story.' before vanishing into thin air. It took me hours to get untied. I was afraid Jaylyn or Lynette would wander in and find me like that. I never would have heard the end of it.

"Authoress." I said, hanging my head for a moment.

"Muy bein, V."

"Whoa, V's hanging his head. What did you do to him?" Lynette asked

"Stop stalling. Say what you have to say."

"Which is?"

The Authoress apparently became fed up with Lynette and grabbed her jaw.

"We're sorry guys" The Authoress said, moving Lynette's jaw so it seemed like she was talking "it's time we go home."

She release Lynette's jaw and grabbed mine, doing the same thing.

"Take this with you."

She dragged me across the room to my CD collection, forced me to pick up an album by Pandora and hand it to Lynette. I was more than a little upset, that was one of my favorites and the only one in the world.

"Alright," she said "now that everything's in place it's time for the epilogue!"

She snapped her fingers and she, Jaylyn, and Lynette disappeared.