Chapter 2: Stimulation:

Stimulation: Arousal, Foreplay

V looked at her with his electric blue eyes. (A.N. I am only saying that he has blue eyes because I don't know what color's his eyes were in the comic or in the movie.)

"You didn't answer my question before," V stated as she began to fix the bullet holes, after removing the bullets of course.

"Why do I care?" She repeated for him.

"Yes," He groaned as she removed the next bullet and began to fix the hole.

"Cause," She answered, "you didn't deserve what they did to ya. No-one does."

V could tell she was lying. There was something else. Something that she wasn't telling him.

"How long have you been watching me?" He hissed as she bandaged the fixed and almost raw-feeling wounds.

"Fer a while," She answered, telling the truth this time.

"How long is 'a while'?" He asked as she removed a syringe from her kit.

"It won't hurt a bit, I suspect," She said to him, avoiding his question purposefully.

V gritted his teeth as he was injected with whatever was in the syringe.

"No need ta be so growly, ya know," She said as she packed up her kit, "it was just somethin for the pain."

"Where did they take you from?" He asked as he felt the medicine dulling his pain.

"The US," She sighed, "when I was just a baby. Parents didn't want me, so Fingermen decided to use me. Tried to make a soldier, got a scared little girl."

V was disgusted even more by them now.

"Don't make a bit of difference now," She said to him, looking into his eyes, gently touching his cheek, "cause it's all over now."

Ophelia looked at his neck and noticed skin untouched by burns. She leaned over him and looked at it closely, moving aside a lock of hair from his wig to do so. She touched it and he jumped, gripping her side.

"I guess ya could feel it," She laughed.

"Yes," He groaned, making it sound like pain when it was pleasure.

Ophelia waved her hand behind her and a light turned on, showing a stereo underneath. She flicked her hand again and the stereo turned on, music beginning to play. A few more waves of her hand and it skipped to a particular song, Pink's God is a DJ.

"It's not what you're used to, but it's a big 'sod off' to the Fingermen," She laughed, seeing a twinkle in V's eyes.

Ophelia wrinkled her forehead and furrowed her brow in concentration. V could have swore he felt his skin tingling. After a while, Ophelia relaxed and collapsed against V's chest. You get what you give, it's all how you use it, how correct, he thought. Ophelia sang softly as the Bratz song So Good began.

"I love this song," She croaked, taking off his gloves, showing him his hands, "see," she smiled weakly, "it took a lot out of me, but I did it. Healed your burns...most of them."

She weakly waved her hand in the direction of the stereo when the song was over and it changed again. This time to 'Trouble' by Pink.

"I think this song," She said, looking into his eyes, "describes us both."

V actually smiled. Since Evey, he didn't really have a reason to smile, other than his job, that was finally finished. He's beautiful when he smiles, She thought as she saw his lips curl into a genuine smile, and he has a nice mouth too. He's not 'Ordinary boy', no sir. He's like me. Used by the stupid Fingermen. But his vendetta is paid in full. Mine is just begun, and, boy, do I need help. Ophelia slipped her hand into his, their fingers linking, palm to palm.

"Can you feel that?" She asked him, not able to lift her head.

She hummed in her head to Vanessa Carlton's Ordinary Day, as he stared at their hands.

"Yes, I can," He answered truthfully, "but why? Why did you do it?"

Ophelia shrugged.

"Felt like it," She lied.

She sighed as the song ended and started to play Backstreet Boys' I promise you.

"This is a beautiful song," He whispered, touching her hand with his other, stroking the soft and smooth skin he found there.

She is beautiful, He thought as he watched her fall asleep, and she used whatever gift she had to heal me...why? Why would she want to do that...for me?

Because you did something for me, said her voice in his head as a strange song began.

How did I do anything for you? He thought, hoping she heard him.

You saved my cousin, She answered truthfully, and for that I would follow you anywhere.