| All I Want for Christmas RATING: PG By: Skylark |
| Disclaimer: I don’t own V, Evey, or anything else for that matter. I just like to put them into cheesy situations like this and see what happens. |
| It’s been a month since I blew up Parliament. Actually, over a month. A month and 19 days. But who’s counting?
It’s been hard going, but, thanks to V, I was strong enough to deal with this now. It had taken some time, but things were finally under control, a temporary government was in place, elections were coming in two months, and everything was working out. I was still a major part of the political front, helping to rebuild the best I could, but I wasn’t sure if I would run in the elections like some people wanted me to. I’m getting tired. And I still haven’t had a chance to mourn the loss of the man I had come to love. It was Christmas Eve. My first real day off since the 5th of November because Finch demanded I go home and rest. And to mourn. Can’t forget that. He was a good man, very understanding as to why I had repressed my tears and emotions during the past month and 19 days, but he also realized I needed to get this off my chest. I needed to spend some time alone. Alone with my thoughts of V. And no, the irony that I was being forced to face my pain on Christmas Eve was not lost on me. “Eve”, “Evey”? That’s the kind of coincidence V would have appreciated. If he was still around. I entered the Shadow Gallery for the first time since the 5th. I had justified not entering the Gallery by saying my apartment was closer to where the intern government met, and besides, the only time I entered my apartment was to sleep, if I didn’t just sleep on the couch in my office. But if I was honest with myself, it was because I couldn’t handle seeing everything he had left. I couldn’t bring myself to truly face V’s death yet. I had built up a wall, blocking out all of emotion, until I had the time to really mourn for him. And what a better time then Christmas Eve, I thought bitterly. Everything was exactly how I remembered it. All of the books, all of the art, everything was exactly where it was supposed to be. Then why did it feel so empty? I walked carefully through the rooms, looking upon everything he had loved and had given to me. I touched spines of books he had read to me, gazed upon the art he knew everything about, and carefully choose a song on his jukebox to listen to as I sat down in front of the dark television. I began to remember. I remember what he looked like wearing that ridiculous apron of his while cooking wonderful food for me. I remember the sound of his laugh when I told him silly stories from my childhood. I remember how he never ceased to amaze me with his seemingly endless amounts of knowledge and quotes. My throat started to constrict as my carefully constructed wall of repression began to break. I remember the way his thumbs wiped the tears from my face the day I left my torture chamber. I remember how when I cried, his hands held me, giving me strength, pushing me to find what was deep inside. I remember the way his hand rested on my hip when we danced, the touch so familiar and so new at the same time. And I remember how it felt to kiss that cold metal mask, how I could feel his breath warming my lips through the slit before he left me for the final time. “Oh, God,” I choked, tears beginning to fall as the dam around my heart burst. “Oh, God, V, why? Why did you have to go?” I buried my face into my hands, the tears beginning to flow freely and with a vengeance. He was gone. Dead. And I never had a chance to tell him I loved him. I knew I was in love with him months before that fateful November the 5th, but I never told him. He went to his death never knowing how I felt, and it was all my fault. The pain in my heart was almost too much to deal with, tears streaming down my face as sobs ripped through my chest. He was gone. And the one thing I wanted the most was to have him back. I wanted him back. I don’t know how long I sat there, crying my soul out, mourning the loss of my love, before the tears finally slowed to a stop. I was wrung out, empty of all emotion except for the deep pain in my soul, and I was exhausted from my outburst. I was so dehydrated I couldn’t cry any more if I wanted to. I was too tired to care anymore, anyways. I carefully picked myself up, dragged my drained body to the room I always slept in, and collapsed into the bed in an exhausted and dreamless sleep. What a Merry Christmas. |
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| I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true oh All I want for Christmas is you I started in my bed, sitting up dazed and confused, sleep leaving me hazy, my head still hurting for all of the crying I had done the night before. What the hell was that and where was it coming from? I scrambled out of bed, a bit of panic settling in as I realized something was amiss. Why was there music? Did someone start the jukebox? And if so, who? I walked slowly and carefully into the main part of the Gallery, hoping to catch the intruder by surprise. But when I turned the corner to gaze into the large main room, my heart almost stopped in shock. I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need Don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I don't need to hang my stocking There upon the fireplace Santa Claus won't make me happy With a toy on Christmas day There were little white lights twinkling everywhere on the walls, casting a mysterious glow on everything. Wreathes and lit candles were laid out on all flat surfaces, including on top of the jukebox that was happily playing a song I hadn’t heard in years. A huge Christmas tree stood prominently in the middle of room, beautiful red ornaments hanging from the branches and a gold star sitting delicately on top, lights shimmering from deep within the evergreen. But even all of that isn’t what made me stop dead in my tracks. It was the man standing quietly beside the tree, a man who I thought I would never see again, wearing his normal black attire except for a ridiculous Santa Claus hat on his head. I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you He stood perfectly still as I slowly walked closer, my mind still fighting against what was obviously before me. I ran my hand over the branches of the tree, as if touching it would make all of this disappear, since it had to be a dream. But it was real, everything stayed where it was as I finally approached him, tears beginning to form in my eyes as I gazed into his smiling mask. I won't ask for much this Christmas I won't even wish for snow I'm just gonna keep on waiting Underneath the mistletoe “V?” I couldn’t keep the quiver out of my voice, that tentative hope, the one bit of light in my dark soul. If this last hope was dashed, I don’t think I would be able to survive the disappointment. The only movement he made was a slight nod to his head, his entire body tense, waiting to see how I would react to find him alive and well. But it was like his nod broke through my darkness, broke through my pain, and I let out a sob of happiness as I flung my arms around him, burying my face into his shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around me. 'Cuz I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do, baby all I want for Christmas is you “Oh God, V, where have you been? I thought you were dead. I missed you. God, how I missed you.” I continued to sob into his shoulder as his hands rubbed my back comfortingly. His voice was exactly as I remembered it, even if it did sound a little strained with repressed emotion. “I came back as soon as I could, Evey. I didn’t want to stay away, but I didn’t have much of a choice. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone. It’s the last thing I wanted to do.” Santa won't you bring me The one I really need Won't you please bring my baby to me quickly I pulled away from him enough to grasp his mask between my hands and kiss it’s lips hard, tears making the strange kiss salty, but I had to show him how I missed him, how I loved him, and that was the first way that came to mind. I trailed kisses down his metal cheek until I reached the fabric hiding his neck. I hid my face there, kissing the thin fabric, realizing as his heart began to race that he could feel those kisses through the fabric. That knowledge just made me kiss him there a bit harder, my arms wrapping around him tighter, happiness overflowing in my heart. I don't want a lot for Christmas This is all I'm asking for I just wanna see my baby Standing right outside my door I whispered into his neck, “Don’t leave me like that ever again, V, you hear me? I mean it.” I felt him chuckle as he continued to hold me close. “I’ll do my best, Evey. But I do promise I will never leave you voluntarily again.” He paused as his arms tightened around me in a quick hug. “I love you, Evey.” I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true Baby all I want for Christmas is you My heart felt like it would burst, it was so full of joy and love. I lifted my head back up to gaze into those masked eyes and gave him a teary but genuine smile. “Oh, V, I love you so much.” I felt every muscle in his body relax in relief and bliss, and he gently pushed my head back down on his shoulder, holding me for a very long time. All I want for Christmas is you, baby He whispered softly into my ear, “Merry Christmas, Evey.” All I want for Christmas is you, baby I bit my lip to keep from crying in happiness. He was back. He was alive. And we were together. A better present could not be found. “Merry Christmas, V.” All I want for Christmas is you |
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