Summery: Not all ideas die, especially one like him. But when the idea has been used it hides away for it is not needed, but the man who created the idea can at least come out to play the role as not an idea but as a lover…and father.

Idea to Man and Man to Father

Disclaimer: Would you prefer a lie or the truth? (Truth) For those who are stupid enough to ask the question, "Is V for Vendetta mine?" I have to say, "No."

A/N: Just to let you know, I uploaded Chapter 2 again because some said the chapter won't come up. Sorry for the inconvenience. Also, like I promise I made the chapter longer, and hope that my typing wasn't for nothing. So have fun reading.

VEVVEV

Two hours passed with only a forth of the books left and half of one of the shelves empty. Evey's head felt woozy from the glancing at all the books titles which they placed in order. Her arms were of jelly from the heavy books she carried from V's room into the hallway, and her back ached from bending over to place the books into the bottom shelf. All she could say was that she was beat.

Unlike Evey, Lee was not as tired though not from the work. It was he age that got to him really. Being a library really did help him with his stamina being that he was now used to placing books in order up and down the shelves. He worried of Evey because she was caught off balanced a few times, and she was very tired by the looks of it. Normally people her age would be okay with this kind of work.

Lee sighed and took note once more that these were symptoms of a woman who is pregnant. Now all he had to do was to tell her, and being only married to his books in his library/home he didn't know how to tell her.

"Mr. Monroe-ah I mean Lee," Evey shook her head, "I think I can take it from here. I mean, no offence but I think I can. Besides, wasn't your main purpose was to tell me if I was sick or something?"

Lee's mind was elsewhere and almost didn't catch Evey's statement, "Ah, yes, right then. Well, can you sit down on the couch please?" He gestured his hand towards the couch.

"Okay."

He walked passed her to get to his requirements for Evey's check up.

"May I use your sink to wash my hands? I don't want anything contaminating while I give you a check-up."

Especially I don't want anything contaminating your future child, he added in silence.

"Sure, go ahead." Evey closed her eyes trying to look for her inner peace. But while searching for that peace she found her heart instead, and with that came one letter that reminded her once more of her past.

Evey chuckled as she remembered her first encounter with V as he made his introduction to her with all those V words. She remembered each one as if knowing it by heart. She would never forget any moment she had with V. Her lips moved slowly as she tried to imitate what he said while also mimicking his voice in a funny manner.

(A/N: Please excuse me if I did not get this right. I'm only going by memory from the movie which I don't have anymore. I did my best to remember what V said.)

"Voila! In view a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate...," Evey hesitated as she try to remember, "…This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished." Evey breathed in trying to regain her lungs, and continued adding an accent to each V sounding word the way V did as he rushed each word, "However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition."

She chuckled once more as she made a sound of two sword slashes the best of her ability, and again continued with a slower, softer tone, "The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V." She thought how stupid she seemed by trying to copy V and the memory she had.

"Wow, very…powerful words I have to admit. Though I thought you told me you were Evey and not V."

Evey turned only to face Lee who was behind her amused of her embarrassment. "Oh no, that was just a memory I was just reminding myself of…when I first met V." Once again her lungs went out and her brain was dead leaving her to be spaced out not knowing what to do or what to say. Then a tear came out even though no emotion of sadness crossed her face. She did not know why she left a tear down her face, but she didn't notice the feeling of comfort slowly disappearing.

She missed V

"Are you okay Evey?" Lee asked. Evey nodded her head smiling and laid her body completely down on the couch as Lee went over to her side. He placed a stethoscope and placed the hearing part in his ears as he placed the cold metal piece to her chest. "Now I want you to breathe deep breaths." Evey breathed in and out as he placed the cold metal piece in different areas of her chest.

As Lee continued to listen to different areas he noticed a weird pattern in her heart beat. Every beat came another one, irregular to the next. He moved the metal piece closer to her heart and found out that it wasn't Evey's heart beat making an irregular beat. It was another heart beat! It was going on its own pace which was faster than Evey's, more jumpy.

Lee sighed and knew he had no more excuses to say Evey was not pregnant because she was indeed 100 percent pregnant. All the facts were in, and now…it was time to tell her.

"Evey…" He looked at her in the eye showing her he was very serious, "…I know why you been throwing up, being easily tired, and being very hungry lately. And well…I'm not used to saying these things, but I have to tell you…" one again he sighed, "…your pregnant."

There was a pause. Neither heaven nor hell moved. They didn't think, didn't breath. All they did was wait to see the woman's reaction.

"…I'm what?! I-I can't be. Lee, you can't be serious. I mean, I never had sex since…a long time ago. I don't have the slightest memory of-" Pain rushed through her head as if a memory tried to reborn back in her skull.

Black, it was just back. The night was cold and a person was limping on her foot because she had lost her heel somewhere in the alley. Two figures went up to her, and she dropped something…

"-no…wait…I did...I think…or did I? I…I don't know. It's all too fuzzy." Evey tried to stand back up, but her legs started to go weak, and she fell back on the couch.

"Do you want to listen?" Lee offered.

"Huh? Listen to what?"

"Your baby's heart beat."

Evey's eyes grew wide and she eagerly nodded her head as she accepted the stethoscope from Lee. He showed her the pieces of the stethoscope where she had to listen to and where she had to place on her stomach.

BumBum…BumBum…BumBum…

It was true; Evey accepted the truth as each heart beat she heard made her feel all happy inside. But all she now wanted to know is how did she get pregnant? And who is the child's father? The questions just kept popping up only to be erased as the beating of the child's heart took her into the peace she was looking for that she only found in one other place…in V's presence.

"I…I don't believe it. I'm pregnant!" Evey placed the stethoscope down and looked at Lee as if he held the answers.

"Being your baby I'm sure it will be a beautiful, smart, and loving child." Lee gave her a father like smile that Evey recognized with her father's before he was black bagged and taken away from her life.

The clock chimed and Lee's face changed to an alarmed look. "Four o'clock already? I'm sorry Evey, but I have to go. I wish I didn't have to but I have to meet with the people who are designing the library. Like I said when we first met, it is still in reconstruction."

Evey nodded her head, "Go, I'll find a way through this. I can't keep you away from your own life just for me. I'll come over some time maybe."

"Thanks and sure. Come over anytime…" It will make a certain little person feel better to see you once more Lee added in his head. He gathered his supplies and hugged Evey wishing her luck with her child. Then he left leaving her…and her bowl of chocolate.

VEVVEV

V had a special talent in gardening. They said he had the magic touch back when he was called Number Five. The deadest of flowers came back alive with his works just like the roses (A/N: Do you know what they were called?) he gave to each of his victims he killed. Though gardening was an enjoyable activity besides playing sword play and etc, he especially loves just raising each flower that has its own history from a little seed into a beautiful blossom.

Just like the way Evey evolved…

V stopped his gardening as he heard the doors of the library open revealing two men who seemed to be constructers of some sort.

Being quick on his feet, V rushed into the darkest spot of the library where he knew he could see them and he could easily move from if they came his way.

"Hello?! Mr. Monroe, you called to redo the textile floor and to ship the two…" The man glanced at his clipboard, "…eagle sculptures. Mr. Monroe?"

The echoes filled the empty library repeating the words endlessly.

"Dude, maybe the man isn't here." The other man said whose hand started scratching his bald scalp that revealing his snake tattoo on his arm.

"No, it says in the paper said 4:10. Right now its…4:15. Either he isn't listening to us or he is late."

The two remained silent as V watched them intently to make sure they weren't to do something drastic. He felt no harm from them; he was used to having people come in.

"Yoh, man I have this weird feeling were being watched. It's freaky." The tattooed man said

"You always have weird feelings."

"…true. But I do feel like we are. Oh well."

Once again more silence grew and it got so quiet you could hear the sounds of ancient whispers that still roamed the library. V got a little annoyed as he continued to watch them just stand there, one scratching his behind, the other continuously moving back and forth with an off beat whistle. He was about to leave until another voice roamed up.

"May I help you gentlemen?" The librarian's voice frightened the two men. They turned around, one guy dropping his clipboard, the other starting to notice he still had his hand in his pants.

"Oh, you're Mr. Monroe, right?"

The librarian nodded.

"We have your statues and our men are out in the truck ready to redo the textile with the one of your choice."

"Well…leave the statues outside till you finish with the textiles. I will be in that room," Mr. Monroe pointed to the closest door to the right, "and when you finish tell me. Then, I will tell you where to place the statues." He reached in his pocket and pulled out $200 dollars. "Half now, half later. Okay?"

The two men nodded.

"Good and thank you for doing this." Mr. Monroe walked away in the room he said he was to be in, also leaving the door open for another to follow.

"Good afternoon V. How was your day?" He said as he went into the kitchen to get some tea.

"Virtuous I assure you. The taste of a delectable breakfast, a simple game with the queen of light, a stunning conversation with many pure buds, and the comforts of the silence made this day very comfortable." V walked over to the cabinet for a cup and filled it with water.

"Intriguing, V you make simple days sound so interesting while others would just consider it to be a bore." Lee turned around as V lifted his mask drinking quick sips of the water.

"People have hard times just to stand and truly look at their surroundings. Just to enjoy the most simple things that does so much." He placed his mask down and stood there having his mask continuously face the librarian.

"Yes, even today people have that struggle." Lee started to hear the footsteps of the moving shadow and quickly stopped him, "V, wait a second." The footsteps stopped.

"Remember last night…"

"…yes."

"Well, I have to tell you. V, she is pregnant. The essentials are there with full proof. And yes, I did tell her, and she was very surprised. Though what confused me was that she didn't remember having sexual contact with anyone…V, you are my dear friend, but I must ask you, do you know who the father of Evey's child is?"

Lee didn't have to turn to see the slow nod of V's head.

"Yes, I do know."

"Who is he V? Please tell me."

VEVVEV

Once again Evey placed herself over the Jukebox listening to the song not only for her ears but for the baby's as well.

What was the feeling of knowing you have another life? How about the question of how you got in this state with no memory of having sex with anyone? Never had she thought she would end in this situation. She thought she was ready for anything since V, but this…this is just so surprising.

She rubbed her flat stomach noticing that one day she wouldn't be as skinny after a few weeks. She knew after seeing many pregnant women in the streets.

Wow, this is the first time I started to have my mind of V for once, Evey thought noticing she wasn't having her mind in the place of his existence in her memories.

She sighed and walked over to the remaining books on the floor. She started to once again place the books in the shelf until she came across a big huge book.

Oh man, this is going to be so….light??? Evey held the book and noticed the giant book wasn't as big as it seemed. So, ignoring the weirdness of the book she started to look for the title, yet as she looked there seemed to be none.

Strange…

Evey decided to see what the book was about, so she opened the cover and started to flip through the pages…only to find a big hold in the middle of the book. Not only that, but there was a small journal within it.

She took the journal out and went into V's bedroom. As she sat down she flipped the cover over and saw writing.

One day I will be gone from this world as many do when they reached their end, and in this, I am sure that one day this journal will be found by someone who is cleaver enough to find my home and have the challenge of going through my books.

This journal, whoever maybe reading this, is of the life of torture, sin, and vexation who to this day is a veteran had been through. So much, that no one, nor do I, know of the past that I had before the concentration camp. Not knowing if his life was a happy moment or angered, not knowing the feeling of a mother's warmth and a father's pride, not knowing if I was a father, an uncle, a cousin, or even alone. You'd think you could never forget those moments, yet I did. I did indeed.

In reading this you will come to the feeling of pity, anger, and vengeance which I came to feel as I placed all my thoughts together to get myself straight. I am a man of many words, but I know by my words not any emotion I felt could be explained through words alone, only in the experience may one truly know what to feel to be in the situations of being tested like an animal, being a test for man's questions, having cold hands touch your bare sink tainting it with this feeling of ugliness.

Place yourself in my eyes as I trace this life I once had years ago. Please bare with me as I explain the moments where I was filled with vengeance that led me to my plan I know I will one day accomplish, the vendetta that will have everyone remember the 5th of November.

VEVVEV

A/N: Once again, I thank you for reading and I'm sorry for any mistakes or characters being out of character. I also thank my great readers who ready my story, not just the reviews but the people who took their time to read my story. It means a lot.