Ça Va Sans Dire
French, means: “It goes without saying”
Summary: V survives the shooting and the story continues.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nothing from V for Vendetta is mine. This is just for fun.
Chapter 4
Evey, Evey. There is never a moment’s peace with you.
He was alone, lying in bed for what was beginning to feel like forever.
Evey had gone topside to give her rallying cry. She oozed nervous energy as she went clad in a dress that was conservative in cut but ravishing in red. Juxtaposed against her shorn hair, she was a true sight to behold. He couldn’t help thinking about her parents and how proud they would be if they could see her in that moment.
He, on the other hand was proving to be something of a disappointment. How could such a simple question be so difficult to answer? What was he planning to do now?
Frankly, he had no earthly idea.
"Ghost of the Future," V quoted Dickens from memory, "I fear you more than any spectre I have seen. But as I know your purpose is to do me good, and as I hope to live to be another man from what I was, I am prepared to bear you company, and do it with a thankful heart. Will you not speak to me?" [3]
The ghost was silent, curse him.
Evey seemed to think that he expected to survive. He didn’t. It was shameful, but he never thought beyond November 5th. That isn’t completely true, he did wonder about what she would do, if she would do as he hoped. But it never occurred to him to consider what he would do if he lived. He wasn’t going to live.
For a man with a perfectly executed 20 year master plan, to have so egregiously missed a possible contingency was anthemia. How could he not have considered living past the 5th?
V might have looked like he was reading to Evey, but he was not. He was adrift and trying very hard to find a buoy to cling to. He only knew for certain what he would not do. He would not interfere in the new government Evey would shape. Or at least he wouldn’t much. Only if it went too far askew. So, baring that eventuality, what was he going to do with the life he still had?
Believing that nothing is coincidence, he supposed he should have been grateful for being bed ridden. If ever there was a situation that would force him to sit still and brood on the future, that was it.
He hated brooding. It was a fruitless spiral that went nowhere and fed on its own uselessness. But what else was there to do whilst waiting for his abused body to bounce back as it always did.
He didn’t die as he planned and every train of thought that left the station was derailed by that simple fact. He remembered none of it. He had no idea how he dragged himself back to the Shadow Gallery. Everything he had said to Evey as he lay dying was the Gods honest truth as told by a man who would not have to live long enough to deal with the consequences.
It would be much easier if he were simply suicidal. He knew enough about death to get it done efficiently and painlessly. But there are lots of ways to die and some cost more than others. To suffer all that he had to save that last inch of himself, to give it up willingly now was unthinkable, or at the very least not an option.
Thus he still had the same problem.
What the bloody hell am I supposed to do now?
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[3] Charles Dickens – A Christmas Carol
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