Warning: Characters do not belong to me! Enjoy! :D A Side (Early) Valentines gift for those of you who have been waiting patiently for me to continue this story. I do want to apologize for not updating in so long, my interests sky rocketed else where. But this story will NOT be abandoned! :D Once again, I'm terribly sorry for the wait. But I do hope this makes up for it :3 Beware there be fluffs in these here chapters.

The night was young, the sky was clear and glassy, the soft smell of chocolates and cotton candy filled the air. Breathing in the cool February breeze, V leaned over the railing above the Shadow Gallery, he wanted to watch the celebrations of the magnificant holiday that was taking place. Valentines Day, Oh dear Valentines day, It was one of V's favorite holidays, other than November the 5th of coarse, it was the happy faces and the dashing couples that walked down the streets that lightened V's mood on that joyus holiday. Smiling under his mask, V watched as a young couple sat together on a bench near by, it was always that simple cliche that got him, How people acted in that loving mannor like they do in the movies, the sweet taste of reality never bothered a soul when they went out to buy their significant other a dozen roses, or that mysterious single rose, that cliche box of chocolates and a dinner night out for fine dining, wine and dancing.

V's mood was especially up, considering that this was his first year spending this wonderous holiday with his own significant other. He always admired the holiday, but never had the chance to actually celebrate it, usually because he was busy with his explosives or whatnot, and that he just had nobody to celebrate with. V had been planning for this day for a couple weeks now, getting everything prepared and ready for Evey. Hoping it would lift her mood, she's been in this depressed loney mood as of late, scared and empty, V wanted to change that, he missed her smile and her laughs, he was going to make her forget about her nightmares.

Pushing himself off of the railing, he walked back inside of the elevator he came up from. The doors opened once again, and he stepped out, examining the room. Evey was most likely in her room, where she spent a majority of her time, frowning V headed over to the living room where he had set out a simple thing for the both of them to enjoy. A simple movie, The Matrix to be more accurate, he recalled how she seemed to praise the film a few weeks prior, saying how much she loved the character Neo. V remembered that she got him to watch it with her, he preffered Agent Smith, there was something about the man that seemed terribly fermilliar, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

There was a glass of wine on the table and two glasses. He had gotten her favorite bottle, a Valdez Lancel Pinot Noir 2008, Having been able to track one down at all had been a pain, all in it's self, let alone getting his hands on it. But the bottle was worth all the trouble it was getting it if it even had the slightest chance of making his Evey smile again. Smiling, he turned around and walked into the kitchen, there was the tea kettle already set and beginning to boil, the room was cleaned and the table was set where he planned to make her favorite meal, which took quite a while for him to get out of her without seeming suspisious. Then lastly, dancing. She loved dancing with him and everytime they did she laughed and giggled, smiled and clung to him. He wasn't entirely sure what song she preffered the most, but left that up for her to decide. Now finally the hard part, getting Evey out of her room.

V looked at her doorway, it was closed but a light was shown underneath the crevice. She was awake, that was for sure, hearing soft shuffling come from beyond the door. He silently made his way the the wooden frame, before hesitantly knocking.

"Yes?" Evey's beautiful voice sounded muffled, and distant.

"May I enter?" He asked, almost tempted to press his ear to the door.

"Of coarse." Slowly, he pushed open the heavy wooden thing, and peered inside. He saw Evey sitting on a reading chair in the far corner of the room, a book in hand. She grinned up at him, placing the novel by her side, she crossed her legs and stared up at him sweetly. She looked tired and weary, eyes half lidded, he straightened his back and held out a hand to her. "I was wondering if you would have liked to join me for dinner." He stated, a smile in his voice. Evey looked down at herself, "I look a mess.."

"I don't mind." He chuckled, she giggled at him. "Would you mind if I quickly got cleaned up before I joined you?"

"Not at all." He let his arm drop to his side. Tilting his head, she brushed past him and advanced towards the bathroom next door to her room. Closing the door behind her, V heard the water beginning to run. He flipped off her light closing her door behind him, he made his way back into the main room, checking the place one last time to make sure he wasn't missing anything. Once satisfied he walked over to the kitchen where he pulled the dish out of the oven, placing it off to the side to cool. It smell wonderful, and he hoped she would be pleased, not a single aspect was to go wrong tonight, not a single thing. It had to go perfect, he had something planned for that evening.

V was slightly anxious of the outcome, he was afriad she'd turn him down, though the possibility seemed unlikely. V was ready to ask her, almost as much as she was ready to be asked, he was going to pop the question if you will. No, not propose, but to finally become a couple. Marrage wasn't something on his mind at the moment, and he just wanted to make what they were official, and to be able to properly call her his own. The only bad part about the entire ordeal, is that he didn't know how to come out and say it to her, he knew just saying it wouldn't cut it. Hey Evey, you like me, I like you, lets date. Sounded degrading and childish, and Hey, we've been living together for quite some time, and I saved Englund and all, wanna hook up? sounded both Out of Character for himself, as well as grammatically incorrect and simply put, Stupid. He wanted her to remember this as well as cherish it, not something to laugh about in later years.

He wasn't one someone could easily call romantic, but he had read enough romance novels and watched plenty of heartfelt movies, that he sort of knew what he was doing. Yet as William Shakespeare put it, 'Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them, but not for love.' In 'As You Like It, Act IV, Sc.I' It calmed V knowing that he wasn't going to die, trying to win her over, mostly because he already has.

The Tea kettle went off, hissing loudly as the steam erupted from the tip. V grabbed the glass kettle and poured the steaming hot water into the glass tea cups. Setting them down in their proper seats, he placed the kettle down and reached for the food. He debated on using candles, but the idea seemed to be over used, so decided against it, she wasn't picky anyhow and knew that she would appreciate what he's done, he knew that she wouldn't complain. She was far to respectful and grateful for the little things in life, never taking a single thing for granted.

He didn't hear the water go off, nor did he hear the footsteps decending into their room. V set out a plate, still not whilling to show his face to the women, he'd eat when she wasn't in the room, or when she goes to sleep, but right now this was her time. He didn't notice the footsteps desending towards him until it was too late.

"V?" V slightly jumped when she spoke up, seemingly out of no where. "Oh dear," V chuckled, "You startled me, come sit." He requested, glancing up at her. His movement froze when she came into full view, wearing an elegant shirt and slacks. The common outfit looked quite stunning on her, he wasn't sure if he'd ever seen her wear them before, A black blouse with normal jeans, that hung loosly on her shapely frame. He watched a smug expression cross her features as she raised a brow, "What's all this about?" She smiled, obeying his order and taking a seat.

"Well.." He began, grabbing the food and sitting it before her. "It is Valentines day, and I wanted to make something special for you to remember."

"Oh, but you didn't have to do all this." She was being too modest, it made V chuckle lightly, smiling under his Guy Fawkes mask. "Well my dear, It's about time we changed that frown of your's for the better." Reaching out he grabbed her hand, "Would you spend the evening with me, like we used to?"

The tone in his voice made Evey's heart melt, it was a mixture between pure innocence and honest questioning, like a year ago when he asked her if she wanted to watch The Count of Monte Cristo, the way he said "Do you want to?" warmed her heart in ways she couldn't explain, it just sounded so innocent, so unscathed by humanity and ignorant to reality in a blissful mannor. Knowing that the man those words belonged to knew exsactly how cruel the world could be, made those words all the sweeter. Nodding, she could hear a sigh of relief escaped his lips, she turned her attention to the food. "This looks simply wonderful V." She praised, "And smells even sweeter."

"Ah yes, the food." He seemed to snap out of some sort of daze, standing up he reached over and grabbed a knife, chopping into platter. He handed her a slice to feast upon, handing her a fork and a knife. "Thank you," she commented, getting a nod from V. Digging in, the taste of the material devoured her sense's, it tasted far better than she rememebered. "It's good!" She stated, taking another mouthful. V just nodded, getting her her cup of tea before seating himself beside her.

They kept up a conversation while she ate, laughing about this and that, and discussing novels and plays. After she finished, V picked up her plate and placed it into the sink. Leading her into the main room, she saw the set up and almost squeed out of pure joy, forgetting her worries and regrets as she sat on the couch in front of the Telly as he placed in the Matrix. Evey curled her legs up against her chest, reaching her arms out for V as he settled beside her. Grabbing him, she placed her head on his shoulder, resting against him comfortably, the movie began and they both watched in silence. That was until Agent Smith came onto the screen.

"You know V, He sound's alot like you." Evey spoke up, her soft eyes never leaving the Telly screen. "What do you mean?"

"He's got that accent and twist of the tongue like you do."

"...We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation in bringing a known terrorist to justice.." Agent Smith's voice erupted from the Telly, talking to Thomas Anderson. V cocked a brow, shaking his head. "I don't hear it."

"You wouldn't, nobody truly know's what their voice sounds like, the resibelance doesn't stick out like it should." Evey muttered, watching as Neo lost his mouth at the hands of Smith. "But I hear it.. Say Mr. Anderson, you know, like Smith does."

"What?" V chuckled, looking down at her, she raised her eyes up at him, a rediculous grin plastered on her face. "Oh come on V. Nobodys watching us, just do it, this one time for me." V watched her longer, until she gave him her puppy dog look, "Please?" V sighed, he knew he wasn't getting out of this, clearing his throat, he was used to mimicking speeches and other peoples work, doing voices and acting the part. He had to change his accent which was slightly difficult but pulled it off quite nicely. "If you insist my dear." He cleared his throat one last time before speaking, "You hear that Mr. Anderson?.. That is the sound of inevitability.." He couldn't remember the rest of the line, but it didn't matter, Evey seemed pleased anyhow.

"Oh! That was wonderful! You sound just like him V!"

"I do not!" He denied, though she heard the smirk in his voice, "V, would you get mad if I just started calling you Smith?"

"Evey.."

"Oh come on V," She teased, "I think you'd make a wonderful Agent Smith." They both chuckled at the thought, but said nothing for the rest of the movie. The film finally ended, and they were staring at the ending sequence finding out who was who.

"Neo was played by Keanu Reeves," Evey commented, "I like his character."

"Agent Smith was played by who?" V asked, sitting forward to get a better look at the Telly.

"Hugo Weaving." Evey pointed out.

"Why does that sound so fermilliar?" V questioned, shrugging he looked towards the half empty wine bottle, he believe that tonight went out perfectly. It had that normal level to it, the normallicy and simplicity of the entire night peiced itself into a wonderful puzzle. The screen went black before going to the main title's once again, smilling he looked down at Evey, who was picking herself up and stretching. "That was wonderful." She breathed, letting her arms drop back to her sides, "We simply must do this more often."

This was his chance. "Would you like to?" The anxiousness returned, but he hid it to the best of his abilitys. Evey nodded, "Absolutlely."

Now or never, "Is that a request or a statement?"

Evey paused, turning her head towards him, is he suggesting what she thinks he is? "I'm not sure, can I put it as an order?" She smirked.

"As long as you can pay the bill." V muttered casually, realizing a bit too late that what he said sounded dreadfully stupid, he felt a moment of embarrasment before Evey burst into laughter, "Your the only person I know who would use that Pick-Up-Line!" She giggled out, her grin wide. V could feel a sly smile creep across his lips, resting his head on his palm, "Well, did it work?"

Evey finally controlled her giggles, before looking at him. Smiling she nodded, "Yes." Reaching over she wrapped her arms around his middle, "It did."

Planting his hand in her hair, the tension and worry's drifted away, she accepted. Wrapping his black clad finger's through her short hair soothingly, he held her close. "Happy Valentines day, Evey." He whispered.

"Happy Valentines day, Smith."

"Evey!"

OH MEH GERD! It's been far too long sinse I've added a new chapter. I'm so very sorry to all of you. I also want to note that this is truly not important to the plot, but it's gonna help it alot, now that they're officially together. Anywho, I plan on updating this more reguarly, and I promise I won't take my sweet time getting a new chapter in. Again I'm sorry, and I do hope this makes up for it.

P.S To all the Matrix and Agent Smith refference's, as some people may not know, that Agent Smith and V are both played by the same guy (Hugo Weaving) That I am currently fangirling on. For whatever reason, I wanted to place that in here, for lenghth in this here chapter, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do with it, but I hope it worked out. (If any misspellings are found or grammatical errores please tell me, I am on a different computer than normal, and it doesn't tell me when I've made a mistake)

P.P.S [This is a side note] When I found out who Agent Smith was played by {I already loved his character before I found out who played him so brilliantly} I couldn't move, and the first thing that came to mind was I know who the man behind the mask looks like now. And let me tell you, he can be beautiful. :3 -He might have a beard now but idk- Alright I hope you enjoyed, and I hope your not angry with me. Thank you for all your patience with me, even though I didn't repost for a long while. Again thank you! Reviews and construction critisism is always Welcome :)