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: Yes, my grammar sucks, I know. I have a problem mostly with tenses which no matter how hard I try I can't notice them. Have fun reading…

VEVVEV

Evey woke up in sweat as if a lightning bolt had stuck her leaving her with so much that she felt as if she was to explode. All that she once forgotten came back to her which made her head hurt really bad as if the hangover came back to haunt her.

This dream, this weird flashback told her answers to her questions, but it had only left with hundreds in their place. Who was the guy who saved her? Is he the father of her unborn child? How did she come back into the Shadow Gallery?

Evey walked towards the bathroom for once not needing to dispose of her dinner. She stared at her herself practically talking to herself by eyes only. How was she to get through this? She already suffered through so much only now she had more drama to add on.

She walked back not noticing the journal still on the untouched pillow because she had no time to see nor think of anything besides that dream. Still, humans have their weaknesses and Evey just fell into a deep sleep once more, only this time without any dreams.

VEVVEV

V likes the dark. Though it didn't mean he hated the light. Oh no, he loved it as much as a bee loves honey. Though he can't help but be in favor of the darkness. Full of mystery is his kind of deal. Being in the light made him feel out of place; the feeling of being exposed to the world. But maybe it's also because he was used to hiding from the light. He was always hidden, even his body. He only had moments where most of his body been out from his dark clothing and into the light when he was to bath.

Once again he was perched up on the shelves of the library. Well, these were new shelves but shelves none the less. He had told Lee the truth and felt relief grow in him. But, the pain of leaving Evey there in the Shadow Gallery all alone to deal with so much anguish left hundreds of whip marks on his back as for punishment on himself for doing such a thing. But he didn't have the guts to go back to her knowing she still had the thought of him die in her arms. But was it worth it? Leaving her there now to deal with pregnancy of their unborn child?

"Is my purpose in this life time finished or is there another task I must fulfill in this world?"

His echo came back and forth not answering his question, more like repeating the question till it would hopefully find somewhere in the library the answers it was searching for.

"Once again, I just don't know what to do…" V sighed. The thoughts wouldn't even lend him his sleep, so he left the library still in thought of his problem.

Not even the secrets of the night knew what to respond.

VEVVEV

After waking up she just laid there. She had no need to throw up her food; she felt okay, just in deep thought as she stared at the diary before her. What she was thinking, she did not know at all. Just some ideas and random thoughts just popped in her head.

"Meh, now what?" She exclaimed being that she did not know what to do with all these thoughts in her head.

"…Might as well go eat. What time is it?" She looked over to the grandfather clock that was set by the wall not far from her. It read 8:23.

"Sigh, we better go and eat something for breakfast." Evey said as she rubbed her stomach that now seemed to have a very small lump.

She walked over to the kitchen and opened the cabinet finding bunch of food placed within the cabinet.

"What in the world?! Wasn't this half empty yesterday?" She loudly whispered to herself. Though instead of thinking this into serious thought she saw a box of cereal and ignored the now full cabinet.

VEVVEV

V still could not sleep even after his short adventure restocking Evey's food supply. Yes, he was there once again after he never thought he would for a while, but he had to help support for his future child and Evey. It was the least he could do.

He also couldn't help but to go over to his room finding the sleeping beauty just laying there restless. He noticed, as well, his books being replaced into the shelves that he once sat upon before the reconstruction of the library. But as he noticed it, he saw one of the books not placed into the shelf…it was a big book he recognized. It was the one that held his story of how he came to be to this day.

He remembered that when he opened the book, he found the journal was gone. He slowly back tracked to his room where Evey slept and right by her was the journal. He walked over to examine it.

Did she read it already? He thought.

Yet, his attention drew towards her as she suddenly shifted on the bed. Her covers fell onto the floor exposing her to the night. He walked to the other side taking the blankets off from the floor and placed them right over her.

He continued to stare at her tracing the outline of her face with his gloved hand. But as he did his mind flashed back reminding him of who he was. A monster is who he is, and he did enough to her adding that now because of him she is now pregnant.

Taking his mind back to the present he took off his mask still having his wig cove his face.

"Would anyone love a monster like me? Evey just loves V the idea…Who would love a man who is truly a monster on the outside as well as in? Would she?"

VEVVEV

"Mr. Flinch, how surprising it is to see you." Evey said coming out from a donut shop as she saw a familiar face.

"As it is, though now these days there is nothing that surprises me." He shoved his hands in his pockets as he started away from her. "Can we have a talk…Ms. Hammond?"

She nodded her head and quickened her pace to move by his side. "Yea, I don't really have anything to do at the moment. So, what do you want to talk about Mr. Flinch?"

A pause was set, yet a loud sigh filled the air, "Due to November 25th, it seems that the people are wishing to have their praises over… you know who. Though, you know as well as I that he is now not in the presents of now. But, can you take the time…just to answer some questions. It is not in my place to ask such a thing but-"

"Mr. Flinch... maybe before I would have said a straight no, but now...I'll do it." He stared at her as she looked at him with determination, "V has many different images in the mind of people who only saw the ways of his actions. They need to know the man who had the mind to create such a change, a person is not to be judge of what they do, but by who they are..." Suddenly she trailed off in a whisper that Mr. Flinch wouldn't even hear, "V, you are not just some idea that was to set change…you were a man as well, a man who…" She closed her eyes preventing any emotion to leave her.

"So, when shall we do this Ms. Hammond?"

VEVVEV

A/N: Once again sorry for the grammar mistakes. I'm having a very busy life no thanks to school, club meetings, orchestra, chores, etc. Sorry if you think they are excuses. But, I hoped you enjoyed, and sorry for so many short switches on point of views. Questions? Don't hesitate to ask…