Of Little Faith -- a V for Vendetta songfic
By April French
A/N: The song is "Doubting Thomas," by Nickel Creek, off their album "Why Should the Fire Die?" Interestingly, the track immediately following this one is an instrumental called "The First and Last Waltz." The illusion of coincidence...? Alas, as usual, I own nothing.
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Of Little Faith (1/1)
If I had one wish, it would be to see you again, if only once, before the Fifth.
V sighed, and ticked off yet another day on his calendar. For the past fourteen years or so, he had religiously marked off every day on a calendar, because he had realized early on just how easy it would be to lose track of days in the Shadow Gallery. He would become complacent, and then he would become careless, and then--he would be caught.
He stared at the calendar. November 1st was crossed off, as were the Second and the Third... and now, the Fourth.
What
will be left when I've drawn my last breath
Besides
the folks I've met and the folks who know me?
He missed her. "How terribly maudlin of me," he said to himself, smiling sadly.
He had asked her to come back, when she left him. And she had agreed. But V fancied he knew his Evey well enough by now to know that she would never come back out of pity for him.
Will
I discover a soul-saving love
Or just the dirt above and below me?
Had she forgiven him? She had thanked him for everything, warmly, sincerely, and nearly kissed him. Why? Because she understood? Or because she felt sorry for a middle-aged madman? Either way, she had a greater heart than he.
I'm
a Doubting Thomas
Who
took a promise
But I do not feel safe
November the Fourth.
V sighed again.
Oh me of little faith.
***
Sinking into the broken springs of her battered couch, Evey wrapped herself in an afghan and flicked on the TV. Storm Saxon... a bland state-sanctioned disaster movie... BTN news. June was reporting earnestly, but Evey's eyes drifted to the little date box in the corner of the screen.
November 4th.
For the past couple of months, Evey had felt that she was running out of time, and still she had pushed the final decision to the back of her brain. But now time had run out. And she still hadn't made up her mind.
Sometimes
I pray for a slap in the face
Then I beg to be spared 'cause I'm a coward
She missed the Shadow Gallery; it haunted her dreams. She slept and woke to the soft, sad music that was now only in her mind. She missed the safety.
And the bone-white face that lingered with her, along with the music?
Did she miss that enough to go back?
If
there's a master of death, I'll bet he's holding his breath
While I show the blind and tell the deaf about his powers
He had believed her when she'd said, 'I will come back.'
But he had broken faith with her, once. Didn't that give her the right to do the same?
I'm
a Doubting Thomas
I
can't keep my promises
'Cause I don't know what's safe
She turned off the TV and burrowed deeper into her throw blanket.
Oh me of little faith
***
Can
I be used to help others find truth
When
I'm scared that I'll find proof that it's a lie?
Can
I be lead down a trail dropping bread crumbs
To prove I'm not ready to die?
***
V pressed another button on his treasured jukebox, and took Evey into his arms again.
Please give me time to decipher the signs
It was a slow song, rich and soulful. Evey stepped closer to V, laying her head on his chest.
Please forgive me for time that I've wasted
"Evey?"
"Hmm?"
His arms tightened ever so slightly around her. "Thank you."
I'm
a Doubting Thomas
I'll
take your promises
Though I don't know what's safe
Evey nodded solemnly into V's jacket.
Oh me of little faith
~Finis--