Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original chacters from: V for Vendetta. The only things that are mine, or the extra characters I have created, and the idea. This is based on what I think occured, after the movie.
I slowly awoke to a bright light once again, only this time, there wasn't any searing pain. I ran a hand down my face, surprised at the amount of stubble found. 'Just how long have I been out?' Sitting up proved to be a bit more strenuous, but I found myself able to with a bit of grunting and hissing. Looking up, I starred in shock at the sight portrayed in the lone mirror.
My once noble and muscular body was swathed in bandages, revealing only scarred tissue. I found myself feeling ill at the thought that I would be unappealing to the eye now that I was free to move around wherever I wanted to. I quickly squashed those thoughts as footsteps echoed up from the dark hallway to my right. "Ah, V, I see you're awake. How about we take a look?" I watched the man walk over towards me, and was once again amazed at his tenacity to handle everything that was going on. "I still can't believe you're not afraid of me," I mumbled out as he slowly began to unwrap the multitudes of bandages. I watched us in the mirror as he chuckled, happy to see the defines of an actual body appearing once again. "If I didn't sound tha horn on ya those twenty years ago, what makes ya think I'm gonna start now? Besides, the lot of ya was worse off back then, than ya are now." I shook my head in disbelief that his accent would begin to appear now of all times. "I still can't believe we're distant relatives." I watched the gauze began to make a nice bloody pile on floor, wondering just what had been done to my body.
"There you go lad, take a look." V looked at the mirror and had to swallow. There was a line of stitches across his stomach and along his left pectoral. He felt a generalized tenderness in his chest and shoulders. "Ya had three cracked ribs, and two broken ones. Your left long collapsed half way through my fixing up your stomach. Ya gave me quite a run for me money there V, but I pulled ya through." Slowly sliding off the table, he reached for the blanket that was lying on the counter.
"Thank you Robert, I don't know what I would've done without you." The older man shrugged, rubbing the back of his head. "You and I both know what would've happened had I not been there V." He nodded, slowly shuffling towards the exit. Robert quickly stepped ahead of him and held the door open. "Watch the steps lad, knowing our luck you'd fall and break your neck. Then where would be your pretty lass without ya?"
V stopped one hand on the rail. "Has… Has Nicholas seen her?" He willed his racing heart to calm down, as his mind made rational thoughts on how she'd be doing fine, how she'd have started a new life and everything. "Aye, he's seen her. And you can talk to him when you get upstairs about what she's do'en." Forcing himself not to hurry, he made his way out of the basement to the first floor of the house.
Robert Grevald had been a wealthy doctor before the Fingermen had forced him to work for them. They had taken his wife and children for insurance when they began sending him to all the different testing sites. The doctor, sick in heart and spirit had arrived ten minutes after the explosion at Lark Hill. Fate had smiled upon all of the men that night, providing medical assistance and a method of escape all in one, in the form of a stout Irishman. V had been able to rescue his family later on, and they had since changed their names and were doing quiet well as a private practice again. The house that they were in was not his real one. With the doctor being quite wealthy, he had a mansion in the upper part of town. This one was a non-descript two story home right in the middle of the commonwealth. There wasn't anything that was eye-catching or memorable about the one constant occupant; but that was what they wanted.
Coming out into the kitchen, V could hear the television in the parlor spewing it's false news reports. Nodding his head towards Robert's mumblings of lunch, he slowly made his way to where his brother was seated. "How goes everything?" Nicholas shook his head grimly, leaning back in his seat.
"They're making things even worse. Oh, their saying 'Freedom for England' but it's just going to get worse. I don't think we'll have to worry about them accosting gays and such anymore." V raised on dark eyebrow, taking a seat across from his sibling. "They've issued tranquilizer guns along with the standard; they want anyone who supports the traitor, Code Named V alive for questions." He felt the blood drain from his face as a pit of worry began to grow in his stomach.
"They think I'm alive?" Nicholas nodded, reaching over for his cup of coffee. "Yes, and what more, you're little strumpet is going to do something to help this fact along." V watched the room begin to spin at this. Putting his head into his hands, he gave a soft moan of dread. "Nick, I can't help her. I barely made it up the stairs. What am I going to do? She's going to need help." He didn't look up when Robert came into the room and set lunch down; he stared at the floor, his mind desperately trying to come up with a solution.
"She has help V. She's got the Inspector, Eric Finch and his partner along with her. I believe she's planning on doing something… drastic to make sure that the people believe, and that the new government is afraid again." V let out another moan, clutching his head to fight the headache that was blossoming. "Forgive me for acting weak, but I hate not being in control." V gave a weak smile as Nicholas burst out laughing. Laying back on the couch, he rested his forearm against his eyes.
"She'll be fine V. Who knows, maybe she was training herself while she was away from you." He opened his mouth to object, when his mind silenced him. How many times had he tried to follow Evey after she had left him, only to lose her? How many times had she shown up late to her own flat, tired and sweaty? He had all ways thought it had been from fear, but what if she had been making her own plans since she had left? This question boggled him. "But Nick, why would she be willing to risk her life for England? It doesn't make sense."
He felt the atmosphere of the room grow even more serious. Looking at his brother, he was surprised to see a sad smile on him. "You still don't understand, do you? She's not doing it for England; she's doing it for you."
Hey everybody, I apologize for the serious delay in updating, I've been trying to figure out what I want Evey to do and all. An idea finally came to me while I was cleaning the house yesterday, lol. So, a couple of new chapters shoudl be flowing up soon, since I really like what I'm going to do. OH! If someone can give me some names, for the bad guys, that would be wonderful. I'm bad at making names, and haven't even come up with V's real name yet. Anyways, I hope you like it. I'm trying to do the new paragraph like everyone has been asking when someone talks. I hated doing it in real writing, and I hate doing it now. It's a little better, I think, so just read and review. Let me know if there's something you'd like to see happen, or what. Thanks for reading:)