I'm planning this to be a series of fluff to get all this out of my brain. Also as a form of procrastination to avoid school essays and writing my own book. Please enjoy and review! Woo. The stories are set after Evey's awakening as a "what if?" she came back months before the fifth.

Disclaimer: *I do not own the characters! Please don't exact revenge!*

Evey awoke with a groan. She sat up slowly, tenderly placing a hand across her stomach and swung her legs onto the frigid stone floor of the Shadow Gallery. She doubled over, breathing heavily.

You've got to be kidding me.

Turning around, she lifted her bedcovers and a small red mark confirmed her suspicions. As per usual, her monthly time arrived unceremoniously and with the worst taste. Her PJs were in no better shape. Flushing from the thought of V finding her like this, she pushed herself into a standing position with a whimper.

Quiet! You know he can hear anything!

Waddling, Evey quickly stripped the bed, grabbed a new set of clothes, a spare tampon from her purse and scuttled down the hall into the washroom. Her back was killing her. All she needed right now was some Advil and a heating pad. When she was done getting the situation under control, she made her way slowly to the kitchen. Halfway there, she paused against the wall, trying to breathe through the pain.

"Evey? Are you alright?" V asked, popping his head through the kitchen doorway.

Evey groaned. She was afraid this would happen.

"I'm f-f-fine V. Thank you." She smiled meekly.

With a tilt of his mask, and a sharp tsk, he strode down the hallway and offered her his arm as support.

"I don't believe you," he said warmly but with an edge of fear. The amount of weight Evey dedicated to his arm told him enough. She was in a lot of pain.

Evey let out a shaky laugh, followed by a deep groan.

"Ok, you win. My body is throwing its own revolution. Let's just say it's a bloody one."

It took a second for the information to click into V's head. Hours of scouring through medical journals flickered past his mind's eye until one page stuck.

The Menstrual Cycle and Female Anatomy.

It was a chapter he never thought he would have to use. Ever. After Larkhill there were no women in his life to recall who had experienced their cycle. As such, he distinctly remembered skipping the section. He cursed himself internally.

Evey's knees buckling pulled him out of his reverie.

"Ugh, whyyy," Evey hissed through clenched teeth. Her instinct was to curl into a little ball then and there on the stone floor and she tried her best. She would have succeeded if V hadn't tightened his grip on her arm. He lowered himself slowly with her.

"Evey, what can I do?" He rubbed slow circles on her back, waiting.

"I'll j-j-ust head to the c-couch. You don't need to do anything. Or actually, can you just use one of your knives to slice off the lower half of my body? I'll keep the top half. Thanks V." He chuckled, his fawksian grin smiling down at her.

"No can do m'lady. Unfortunately, I'm an undeniable supporter of revolutions and therefore am required to keep your lower half intact. Ah! Could you imagine the hypocrisy? Now," V said, with a tone of finality, "let me see what we can do about making this better."

Before Evey could protest, V tucked his free arm below her knees and scooped her up. He carried her tightly to the media room, enjoying himself more than he would care to admit aloud. Evey let herself be swept away by the sensation of his strong embrace. She closed her eyes briefly against his shoulder, using his scent to distract her from the pain.

He smells like parchment, leather and spice. Mm.

She felt him retreat as he deposited her carefully onto the couch and let out a small protest before she could stop herself. Luckily, V interpreted it as pain.

"I have medical supplies in my room. Would you care for some painkillers? I have everything from Advil to Morphine." He clasped his hands in front of his body, feet spread in a confident stance, forcing Evey to chuckle at his seriousness. The man really didn't know anything about periods.

"I'll take two Advil's and a heating pad please, hold the Morphine." She smiled in gratitude. Unbeknownst to her V returned it beneath his mask. He knew she wouldn't need the Morphine, but he wanted to make her smile. Somehow it helped cover up his own discomfort.

"As my lady commands." He gave a quick bow, and turned to leave but stopped himself. "Err, actually Evey," V sighed, "unfortunately I haven't had the opportunity to procure a heating pad from Chancellor Sutler yet. But I think I have a solution."

With a ponderous tilt of his mask, V went to go fulfill his mission. Evey watched him go, wiggling herself into the most comfortable position possible. It took a few tries before she settled. Grabbing one of many thick blankets slung over the back of the couch, she tucked herself in. Pulling it up to her chin, she caught a faint trace of the scent from before.

It's just as comforting as being close to him. She thought, sighing. Since returning, she had relaxed increasingly into their friendship. It was nice, finally letting her anger go. However, it left more room for other, more troublesome thoughts to resurface. She tried not to blush as the click of his boots approached.

"Voilà, two Advil for you." V said, offering her the small pills and a glass of water in his typical grandiose fashion. She looked...cute. Brown eyes stared up at him from her well-wrapped cocoon. He nearly dropped his other load.

"What's that for?" Evey asked between gulps of water.

"You'll see." Placing a bowl of steaming water on the coffee table, V left and promptly returned with a kitchen chair and cloth. He took a seat, and let the cloth soak in the water until it too was steaming. Evey watched curiously as he wrung it out and folded it delicately. He paused, and his mask tilted.

"Hmm," he grumbled low in his chest. "I wouldn't normally ask this of you Evey, but I don't want to burn you. Would you mind if I remove my gloves?"

Is he really asking me that?

A sudden wave of love for the man washed over her. Was he really willing to show her his hands? The only time she had seen them seemed so long ago. Even then he had quickly covered them, apologizing. She had been waiting since to catch a closer glimpse of his real skin. Now he was...offering it to her?

"Yes, of course, I don't mind V. Thank you."

Thank you for trusting me.

With a slow nod, V placed the cloth momentarily on his knee while he slipped off the leather. Evey tried not to stare. Yes, the burns were bad, but the scarred patterns had a certain beauty that captivated her. It was like the veins in jade or the grain in wood. Unpredictable. Wild. She felt the sudden urge to reach out and trace them.

"Lift your shirt a little."

"Wha-?" Evey asked dumbly. V was thankful his mask held a certain consistency of blush.

"Your shirt, Evey. I don't want to get it wet," he tried again, patting the cloth to check it's temperature. It was hot enough to do what he wanted, but not hot enough to burn her skin.

Oh, sweet irony you torture me again.

Evey understood and pulling up the hem of her shirt, allowed him to tuck the hot cloth into the edge of her pants. His fingers brushed briefly over her stomach before he pulled away to recline in the chair, forcing Evey to shiver at the direct contact. His hands were warmer than the cloth - they were fire. She sighed as her muscles relaxed into the heat.

"That's perfect."

"Mm, good," V chirped.

"V?" Evey asked, closing her eyes. "Will you read to me?"

"Certainly. Do you have a preference?"

As long as it's in your voice, it doesn't matter what you say.

"Surprise me." She said, closing her eyes.

"Very well. Once upon a time..." he began, before Evey interrupted, stifling a laugh.

"Something amusing dearest?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Evey explained. "It's just that normally you choose such classic authors. I was expecting Elliot, Shakespeare, or even Yeats."

"Well, you did ask for a surprise." He chuckled.

"You're right. I'll be quiet now." She grinned, settling back in. The Advil was starting to take effect and the pain was fading more every minute.

"Very well, as I was saying. Once Upon a time..." V's voice washed over Evey, and echoed on the stone walls of the Gallery. When Little Red Hood had found and rescued Granny, V paused to check if the cloth was still retaining its warmth. It had grown lukewarm. Peeling it off, he placed it back into the water.

As he reached over to retrieve the cloth from the bowl, Evey caught his hand. V stumbled over his words but Evey's quiet smile told him to continue. Guiding his palm, Evey placed it on her lower stomach and sighed in pleasure.

It's what she had wanted since he sat down. As much as he feared to admit it, it's what he wanted too.

As he wove his story, he allowed his thumb to brush slowly back and forth, revelling in the smooth texture of her skin.

Perfect.

*Thanks for reading! Please review! I'm planning to make an entire series of fluff because, well, it's just the best! XD*