Disclaimer: Stop the voices!! They keep telling me it's not mine. . How many more times to do I have to tell them 'I know!'. –cries-

Author's Note: Sorry about no update over the weekend. I went away for the weekend with some friends. A much needed vacation, mind you. Sorry to have left at such a place. O.O I didn't have time to write it before I left, and I really didn't want to rush this chapter.

Well, I hope you enjoy, and please R&R on your way out! I would love to hear from you readers! This is as much as entertainment for you as it is for me:D

"Vindication of Life" Reunion VEV

A bird chirped on the windowsill, a light breeze stirring the curtains from their standstill. Evey's eyes winced as the sun brushed across her eyelids, announcing morning. Then she remembered. She didn't move from where she lay. From her surroundings she apposed she had been put into her bed. She knew she hadn't made it there on her own.

A quivering breath left her lips as she finally opened her eyes. Squinting, she gazed around in front of her without moving her head. The atmosphere felt heavy, and she knew something was different. It was peaceful, but there was that lingering feeling that something was out of place, something that the apartment didn't wish to be there, but her body yearned it to stay. She felt slightly sick at the thoughts that ran through her mind. Taking a swallow to dampen her dry throat, and without a movement she quietly spoke.

"…V?"

"Yes, Evey?"

The voice came as if they had never been parted. As if time simply had halted for them both up to this point. That night had never happened. Pain and sorrow had never happened. Endless, sleepless nights were but a dream themselves. If time travel were possible, or had it been realized, if she had gone back a year ago, nothing would seem odd.

She then noticed the sag in the bed on the opposite side from where she lay curled up. He was sitting but a few feet away from her, only a few feet, when what felt like forever still seemed to separate them.

"Is this another one of those dreams?"

"No, Evey. No more dreams."

She felt a tear roll down her cheek and moisten the pillow under her head. She moved the covers from off of her and swung her legs to the cold tile floor. Her head hung as she gripped the side of the bed. No movement could be felt from the opposite side of the bed. Looking up, and letting her gaze linger on the bare tree branches that moved in the wind just outside the window she let out a soft laugh.

Apparently the man hadn't expected that reaction as an uncertain shift of position was felt through the bed. She got up, and without bringing her gaze anywhere but the window she moved to it and opened it wide. Leaning out letting the cold wind whip against her cheek and the sun beat down on her face. Warming it at the same time, she cried. The first real emotion that she purely felt as being alive, since she fell into an almost autonomic state.

Since that day, every laugh, every tear, every bit of her being that could be read to anyone else was normal. She was normal. But to herself, she had declared herself dead, at the moment that man had died in her arms.

A slight movement stirred the air behind her. Her body as air itself rose to the intrusion of life.

Closing her eyes, she said into the wind, "It's all truth now."

"I never made promises lightly, and there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left, we'll walk in the fields of gold."1

Her body began to tremble slightly as tears streamed from her eyes. All this time she had kept it in. And now, she could cry over both his death, and his rebirth. Strong hands clasped her shoulders as quiet sobs racked her form. Giving to her his strength as they held tightly and moved up and down her arms.

Finding the courage buried deep inside her, she turned to look at him. Her gaze blurred, his hands removed from her shoulders. She allowed herself to let one of her hands rest gently on his chest. She could feel his heart beat heavily under the few layers of cloth that separated any intimate contact. It would all be true now, never again to live a lie.

Finally, at long last, her control left her as she plunged deep into his arms. Pressing her small frame against his strong body. Giving him all of her from this point on and until forever.

A bit cautious, his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her tightly towards him. His desire to hold her like this had been long in coming. His gloved hands, one at the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck as he took in all of her beauty. Not only was it visible but also the air around her spoke nothing of broken life. He hated himself for having done what he did. To be away for so long, and seeing her all the time, suffering.

With her head, buried in his chest, he raised his boundaries ever so slightly, and lightly placed a kiss on her head. She didn't look up, she didn't break away. She clung to him even tighter as he replaced the mask to its position. His own grip upon her, tightening.

Author's Note: The only chapter to have a title. Actually, this (as far as I'm concerned) isn't a chapter. It's so strong that it sits alone and can't be continued in it's essence. I want to leave it at a strong feeling, so bare with me till I get the next chapter out.

Yes, more fluff is on the way now that our 'hero' is back in action, but also more politics and explanations as well.

I wanted to change the rating from M to T as we haven't really reached anything worth an M rating. But I can guarantee you there will be, and I will have to raise the rating. But there will be warnings before chapters so you won't be taken by surprise. But I really shouldn't worry. Anyone who's a fan of V should be mature enough to deal with a little smut. XD

-Ahro

P.S. R&R!!! KTHXBYE!

1. Sting – Fields of Gold