A/N Here's the next chapter! It's not as long as the others, but I think you'll enjoy. Or I hope you all do!

~Axelrocks~

Chapter 5

Now that V was awake and seemingly healthy, she had no reason to worry. But he seemed more withdrawn and mysterious than he had before.

It didn't show, but Evey thought he was mad for letting him live and she thought he would be happy to be alive. To see the results of Parliament blowing up. She thought he would like to witness the beginning of his revolution. But it didn't seem like he wanted to.


She finally found him. He was sitting in one of the other rooms of his gallery reading a book. He looked up at her.

"Oh, hello, Evey," he said and placed his book to the side to give her his full attention. Ever the gentleman.

"Um...I was just wondering..." She paused, not knowing what to say next. What had she been wondering?

"Yes, Evey, go on."

She swallowed. Come on, Evey, she thought to herself. Say what you want. Ask him what you really want to know.

"I was wondering..." here she went. She took a deep breath. But the question she wanted to ask would not come out of her mouth. She sighed. No, she couldn't do it.

"I was wondering, V, if you were hungry because I can make you something."

How could he not be hungry? He had had been in a coma for three day! But she had never seen him eat anything. Maybe it was because he had to take off his mask so he could get food in his mouth.

"Um...okay then. Let me know if you need anything."

"All right," he said.

She nodded, then left the room.


It was getting late and Evey hadn't seen any sign of V since she had last spoken to him.

She was growing tired, but had no desire to sleep on the couch again. She had been unable to stretch out.

"Evey, you may sleep in my room."

She jumped at the sound of his voice. She turned and faced him. It was like he had read her mind.

"But what about you? Where will you sleep?" She smiled. "The couch isn't that comfortable."

He chuckled. "I've been sleeping for three days. I think I will be fine."

That was when she noticed he wore his cape, a different one not the blood-stained one she had last seen him in, and his hat.

"Are you going out?" She asked, curious.

"Yes, I would like to see how this country is faring since the death of our high chancellor."

"May I come with?"

"I am sorry, Evey. You need your rest and there is no telling how late I will be in returning."

"You will come back, right?"

"Of course."

"Good."

"Now I wish you a good night and I will see you in the morning." Then he turned and left.


Evey cautiously opened the door to V's room. She flipped on the light switch and stared at V's now vacant bed. he didn't know if she could sleep in it, but she was so exhausted.

She shuffled to the bed, flipped over the covers and flopped down on the bed. Though the thought of V on the verge of death in this same bed made her uneasy, but right now she was too tired to care.


Evey woke up the next morning feeling fully refreshed. She never knew that V's bed would be so comfortable. She climbed out of bed and looked at the clock on the wall. One o'clock! She had slept in way too long! V should be back by now.

She stood up and smoothed down her clothes and walked out of the room.

Immediately she smelled eggs frying.

V.

She walked into the kitchen and there he was apron and all. Except this time he was wearing his gloves while he cooked.

He turned to her, still sizzling skillet in his hand. "Ah good morning, or should I say good afternoon, Evey. I hope you're hungry." He scooped the egg on to her plate.

This all reminded her of the first morning here. Tears filled her eyes, but she blinked them quickly back. "Thank you, V." and she took a seat at the table.

She instantly dug into her food. She hadn't realized she was so hungry until now. She even momentarily forgot V was sitting across from her.

She immediately stopped shoveling food in her mouth and he chuckled at her.

She noticed the empty space in front of him. "Aren't you going to eat, V?"

"No, I'm not hungry."

Did he ever eat? She had never seen him take one bite of any food. Maybe he had eaten before she woke up. That could explain it, he guessed. But the thought of him having to eat alone because he had to take off his mask saddened her.

"Evey? Is there something troubling you?"

She heard the concern in his voice and gave him a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, V. Thank you."

"You're welcome."

She cleaned her plate, then asked V, "So how was your excursion last night?"

"It was as expected. The people have longed for freedom for so long , now they don't know what to do with it. But I'm sure they will figure it out soon enough."

"I'm sure they will," she sighed. "I wish Gordon was alive to see all this. He longed for this kind of freedom, too." Tears once again returned to her eyes, but this time she let them come.

V had been silent and then he spoke. His tone seemed saddened as well. "Did you...love him, Evey?"

She gasped. She was surprised that V would ask such a personal question.

"I-I'm sorry, Evey, I shouldn't have asked you that. That is a private matter I shouldn't pry into."

"It's quite alright, really V," she smiled to reassure him once again. "And no I didn't love him. He was just a really dear friend of mine." And besides I'm in love with someone else.