A/N Sorry for the long wait. I had some computer troubles, then for some reason fan fiction wouldn't let me see my stories so I could update them. But here's the next update enjoy!

~Axelrocks~

Chapter 6

Evey helped clear away the few dishes that there were and helped washed them. Just as he put the last dish away, V turned to her.

"Evey, I have a question to ask you," he said, almost a little uncertainly.

"Yes, V, what is it?"

"I was wondering if you were going to remain staying here. N-Not that I do not want you too, of course. But…"

Was that V stuttering?

"Because if you are I have something I want to show you."

"I will, that is, if you really don't mind me being here."

"Of course not." He took off his apron. "Now come, I have something I want to show you."


V led her down a hallway she had never ventured before and at the end was a door. He opened it and walked in. She followed.

She looked around. It was a bedroom! It was identical to V's but without the mountains of books. There were no windows either.

"This can be yours from now on," he said.

She wanted to run to him and throw her arms around him, but instead she said, "Thank you."

"This isn't going to be like the last time you were here. You may come and go as you please. You are no longer a prisoner and I hope you never feel like that ever again." He looked away from her in shame.

"Thank you, V, thank you so much." And this time she did give him a hug.

He awkwardly patted her on the back and took a step back. "I should have given this to you a long time ago, but… Evey forgive me."

"V, you were forgiven a long time ago. There is no need for anymore apologizing, okay?"

He looked up at her. "All right."

Then they stood there in silence. Neither one not knowing what to say.

But then finally V broke the silence.

"Now, I'm sure you are going to want to put some of your personal touches in here. So I will leave you to do that." He turned to go.

"V, wait."

He stopped and waited for her to speak again.

"I was wondering if maybe later we could watch a movie or something."

"Of course," he nodded. "And to be nice I shall let you choose what we should see."

She laughed. "That is very kind of you."

"I shall be looking forward to later then." Then he walked down the hall.


"I'm finished," said Evey when she walked into the living room.

V was already there on the couch. He placed a book to the side. She smiled. Was he always reading?

"Good," he motioned to a glass case that held numerous DVDs and a few VHSs. "Now you may choose."

She smiled and walked over to the case. She had no idea what she was in the mood to watch. But then she spotted something. She pulled it out and noticed it was not opened yet. Why? Was it new, or had V not gotten the chance to watch it yet? Did he even want to see it?

She took off the plastic cover anyway. "Found one, V," she stood up and showed him. "Let's watch The Phantom of the Opera."


She had not seen this movie in a long time, and from what she remembered, she knew it was good one. Sad, but good. But she wondered what V thought of it. She looked at him. It seemed like he was watching it, but she could not be sure because of his mask.

Did the Phantom remind him of himself? He also wore a mask, thought his did not cover his whole face, like V's.

As the ending credit rolled, she braved a look at him. His gaze still seemed fixated on the screen.

"Did you like the movie?" she asked tentatively.

He turned and looked at her. "I thought it was beautifully made, and the music was phenomenal."

"But did you like it, V?"

He looked away from her. "It is not one of my favorites, I'm afraid."

"Is it because of the Phantom? Are you afraid that you will end up like him? Alone?"

He stood up. "A already have." Then he began to walk away.

She stood up quickly and followed him. "V, what do you mean? You are not alone-"

Just then, Eric and the doctor walked in.

"Hello, Evey," said Finch, then he noticed V. "Oh, hello, V, nice to see you up and about."

"I'm glad to see some progress in your condition," said the doctor.

V turned and faced Evey. "Evey, what is this?"

She looked away from him. "Um, V, there is something I forgot to tell you."


"Well then I think you should be telling me what it is now," he said.

"Well, Mr. Finch and Dr. Langsley took care of you while you were in your coma. They've been coming back to check on your progress."

"Yes, V," said the doctor. "And I would like to talk to you in private. It is of great importance."

V took one last look at Evey. She couldn't tell if he was angry or not. Then he led the doctor and Mr. Finch into his room and shut the door firmly behind them.


"Doctor," said V once the door was shut. "I was not aware that I had someone looking after me and if I had been I would have put a stop to it immediately."

"Why, V? Do you wish to be dead?"

V was silent.

"Because that is what would have happened to you if that young woman out there had not done a thing."

"She would have been better off without me. If you only you both knew how I had treated her."

"I'm going to have to disagree with you there. She obviously didn't think she was better off without you and she obviously cares for you. Why else would she have gone through all she had to see you alive?"

"She didn't sleep or eat," Eric jumped in after pushing himself off the wall he had been leaning on. "She remained by your side constantly and waited for the moment when you would finally open your eyes."

Once again, V was silent.

"Now, enough of this depressing conversation. What I have to tell you may give you a cause for celebration.

"But first we must confess that we have seen your burn scars, V."

"I am not surprised, doctor, now go on."

"While we were cleaning your numerous bullet wounds we noticed something strange. It seemed the skin around the wounds had begun to heal. Burns and all."

"What?" V said in shock.

"It seems your body is finally starting to heal itself after so long. My guess is that in awhile you will be able to no longer wear that mask."

Not wear his mask anymore? Would Evey finally be able to see what he really looked like?

"How long?' he asked.

"I was just getting to that. From what I have seen your body will probably be healed fully within one to two years."

That long?

"Now I would like to ask you something. If you would allow me to take a sample of your blood I could possibly be able to find a way to speed up the healing process."

"So you mean to experiment on me, then?'

He would have none of it. He had gone through too much of that in his lifetime. No more.

"No! Of course not!" Dr. Langley shook his head. "I know what you have gone through and this will be nothing like that. I promise you. But just think, maybe by the end of this month you could be a mask less man."

That soon?

"All right," he finally agreed and lifted up his sleeve.