This fanfic is going to take place after the season 4 finale, although the last few unfortunate minutes will be changed. SPOILERS!!! For anyone that hasn't yet watched the last episode of season 4, Villanelle met her inevitable end. Let's be honest, any die-hard fan of the show knew it was always going to happen, we just weren't sure who was going to take the final blow.

While the ending is sad and left me feeling as if I had a psychopath-shaped void inside, I wished that it hadn't happened but I still loved how they wrapped up the show. Chapter 1 is going to start from the very end of S4 EP8, bullets and all but I'm going to try and bring our favourite assassin back from the brink of death.

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Chapter One: Shattered

Eve sat handcuffed in the custody of MI6, her clothes still damp, blood and The Thames wrapped around cotton fibres while the metal around her wrists irritated her cold skin. She watched in deafening silence at the suits all around her, they busied their early morning with overdue paperwork and stagnant coffee.

She remembered those hallowed halls well, she herself had once been wrapped up in government importance, too enamoured with her life to care about the criminals that sat in the seat she now filled. But that had all changed now, her life no longer had meaning, the Twelve were dead, all slaughtered by…her.

Her eyes began to sting and swell with tears, her heart ached and her stomach twisted in to tightly wound knots. For four years, she had been working tirelessly to eradicate the Twelve, to bring the wretched organisation under and now that it was, shouldn't she be happy? Overwhelmed with joy that her end goal has now been met?

Truth was, the Twelve had stopped being the top priority for a while, just a secondary objective in her long game. It was just unfortunate that the Twelve was wrapped up in what she really wanted, a psychopathic blonde that she had just learned to love.

Eve closed her puffy eyes and tears fell down her cold cheeks as she remembered their last moment, Villanelle's arms holding her tightly, her musky vanilla scent mixing sweetly with the blood that had soaked her shirt. She remembered feeling relieved that they were finally dead, that she and Villanelle could finally rest and maybe even see if they could really work together.

Then the moment had come to an abrupt end, silenced bullets ripping through Villanelle's back, tearing them away from each other as she pushed Eve over the edge of the boat, ensuring her safety above her own life. They both plunged into the freezing, dark waters below, Villanelle's blood quickly creating a cloud around her. Eve had tried so hard to push through the current, to reach Villanelle as her heart tightened desperately to save her.

One more bullet tore through the water, slipping into her back and suddenly Villanelle was still, unmoving and unresponsive as her blood continued to envelop her lifeless body. Eve had choked up, almost filled her lungs with river water as she watched her lover die, she hadn't even felt that kind of devastation with Niko.

She whimpered quietly, the primal scream she had let out once she surfaced still rang in her ears, she felt so sick.

"Eve, Carolyn wants to speak with you." Eve was quickly pulled from her void, the handcuffs rattling behind her as she sat up sharply. The voice of Hugo Turner stirred memories from what seemed like a lifetime ago and Eve glared up at him, her face undoubtedly appeared grey and lifeless.

Hugo squeezed his hand around her arm and pulled her to her feet, water began to drip from the ends of her coat, some running down the slacks stuck to her legs. She remained silent as she got dragged through long, narrow halls, people she used to know passed her by, staring right through her while her soaked shoes left a trail behind her.

"You know, Eve, it was always going to end this way. You know that, don't you? You just ended up on the wrong side." He whispered to her, smirking in such smugness that it infuriated Eve. She stopped in her tracks, staring at him with a coldness he had never seen in her before.

"You wouldn't even be here if it wasn't for me." She sneered, her curly hair matted and unkempt as she glared up at him, heat flooding to her checks whilst tears threatened to fall again.

"No, you're right, leaving me to die in Rome did help me get here. But for you, it was all pointless. All of it." He scoffed, squeezing her arm tighter as he pulled her hard to get them walking again. After turning down a few more corridors and stairways, they stopped in front of a heavy duty iron door in the hidden basement under MI6.

Hugo finally let go of Eve and unlocked a large deadbolt lock that stretched across the width of the door, Eve clenched her teeth as he pulled it open, the rusted door screeched violently at its hinges. As the inside of the dank room came into view, Eve grimaced at the chair sat in the middle of it, immovable bolts holding it in place with layers upon layers of dried blood and urine staining the seat.

"Obviously this isn't the most flattering of rooms we have here, but considering what's just happened and the position you're in, we thought it was quite fitting." Carolyn's voice echoed out of the room as Hugo lead her into it, the smell alone was enough to make her feel faint.

Eve's eyes locked with hers, it had only been a matter of hours and yet Eve had never hated someone so much and so quickly before. As soon as she was pulled from the Thames and put in handcuffs, Eve knew it was Carolyn that had ordered Villanelle's death.

"Congratulations, Eve. As you may already be aware, the Twelve are dead. Scotland Yard confirmed their deaths a few minutes ago, I thought you might want to know." Carolyn stood with her arms in front of her, her hands softly pressed together and she looked immaculate against the filth.

Eve had to take a deep breath before she spoke, calming the hatred and fury, temporarily settling the pain and grief. "Why?"

Carolyn looked blissfully ignorant towards her question, simply shaking her head while her hazel eyes narrowed, her lips pursed and Eve could have sworn she had seen her smirk slightly. "Why, what? I'm afraid you're going to have to be a bit more specific, Eve."

Eve swallowed the lump in her throat and fought back tears, her heart breaking with each second that passed.

"Why did you have her killed? She did what we all wanted, she got rid of them all. You didn't have to kill her."Eve choked up again, her throat closing tightly and sh couldn't muster up any more words as her cheek became wet with tears again.

"She spent the majority of her life killing people, Eve. And with great pleasure, I might add. A woman like that wouldn't have been able to change, she was a psychopath with a list of victims longer than the width of Russia, it's a miracle she didn't kill you, Eve." Carolyn took a deep breath and watched Eve for a long moment, silence overcame them all for several minutes.

"Why am I here?" Ever finally said after she had managed to calm her self once again, wanting nothing more than to be left alone to mourn the woman she loved. She stared down at the blood stain smeared across the floor, Villanelle's face stared back and she clenched her fists as Carolyn walked toward her.

"Think of this as a friendly warning, Eve. Forget about your time at MI6, forget us, forget everything you've done for the past four years and most importantly, forget Villanelle. You're not being charged with helping a killer, you're free to live your life. We have even taken the liberty of securing a job for you, you'll be a florist in a quaint little shop in Lambeth. If we hear that you've so much as whispered anything about MI6 or Villanelle…well it wouldn't be very pleasant for either of us." She smiled weakly and waved her hand at Hugo as he then sighed, unlocking the handcuffs from around Eve's wrists and tucked them neatly into his coat pocket.

Eve pulled her hands up to her chest and wrapped her fingers around the red, sore lines on her skin, rubbing them gently to soothe the irritation. Carolyn's words spun round her head, making her feel dizzy. How was she supposed to forget about the last four years of her life, forget about the woman she had fallen madly in love with? She couldn't do it, it was impossible.

Eve bit at the inside of her lips, trying to think of an appropriate answer to give Carolyn and her unending generosity. "Everything I have done for the past four years cannot just be erased because you want it that way. Rome, Paris, Russia…I'm not going to forget any of it. I'll keep silent though, on one condition."

Hugo chuckled, the handcuffs in his pocket jingled as he glanced over at Carolyn. "What condition could you possibly have? You won't be able to get any money-." Carolyn cut him off quickly, clearing her throat as she slipped her hands into her coat pockets, smiling just enough that the corners of her mouth turned upward.

"What condition, Eve? What do you want from us?" Carolyn appeared to have more patience than Hugo, seeming eager to put the past behind them so she could simply get on with her life and her reinstated position at MI6.

"I want you to release her body to me, I want to bury her." Eve's eyes stung, slowly filling up with tears again as she stared into Carolyn's face, awaiting an answer desperately. She listened to the silence as her fingers soon grabbed at her own shit for comfort, Villanelle's blood stained on her right shoulder.

"I can't do that, Eve. We don't have her body." Carolyn's answer was not the one she wanted, she certainly hadn't expected it either. If MI6 didn't have her body than who did? Did the Russians have her? Did they take her back to the country she furiously despised?

"What do you mean you don't have her body? Where is she then? If you want me to keep quiet, you need to get me her body or at least…or at least get me her ashes, a death certificate, something!" Eve's breathing quickened, anguish sparked once again at the thought of having nothing to keep her memory alive, nothing of the woman she could have loved for the rest of her life.

"They couldn't find her body, Eve. They are still out in the Thames now, searching along the banks for her, once we have found her body, I will see what I can do, but I promise nothing." She spoke to Eve so coldly, but Eve knew there was no way Carolyn could possibly understand just how much Eve had loved Villanelle, what it meant to her to be able to bury her.

"She's still out there? Just…floating in the river somewhere?" Eve broke, she crumpled to the floor and cried hard, then threw her hands over her face and sobbed into her palms. The idea of Villanelle alone, dead, slowly floating along the river Thames as her body begins to bloat broke her heart all over again. Eve knew that Villanelle had done some truly horrifying things before, but even in death, she didn't deserve to go undiscovered, to be eaten down to the bones by river fish and insects. It would be a cruel fate.

[Chapter 2 is already written and completed but will be published once I finish chapter three. I have plans for this fic, I know my precious one hit a road block but as season 3 is confirmed to be the last, I can write this story how I'd imagine season 5 to be. I hope you guys enjoy.]