No Such Thing As a Coincidence: Prologue

Title: No Such Thing As a Coincidence (Prologue)
Author: Papagena (swirl_of_gown)
Pairing: Eric Finch and Evey Hammond
Rating: G
Warnings: --
Summary: There are just some things a ten year old can’t understand.
Disclaimer: I do not own V for Vendetta or Eric Finch (though I wish I did). They are trademarks of Vertigo/DC Comics, the WB, and the creations of Alan Moore and David Lloyd. Guy, however, is my own creation.
Notes: This fic is an odd hybrid of movie-verse as well as novel-verse. As this fic is still in its earliest stages, I can’t say which it will lean more towards and admit it’s entirely possible for me to change direction and make it completely grounded in novel or movie background. But for now, there are elements of both.

Also, this story will alternate between present timeline (in which Finch is older, with children aged 10 and 8) and flashbacks.

Prologue

There was a picture just like it on the mantle, but he had never taken the time to look at it, really. Now though, with the Chief Inspector dismissed for a moment to get another cup of coffee there was nothing better to do and so he sat back in the rolling chair and stared at the framed photo that sat on Mr. Finch’s desk.

How odd it was that he’d passed this picture almost every day for years but really hadn’t ever stopped a moment to become entranced by it. His fingers traced the familiar faces curiously and he was startled from his trance by the Inspector’s voice.

“What’ve you got there, Laddy?” the older man asked, even though he knew very well. His Irish-tinted voice held shades of amusement as he watched the younger start and return the photo to where it had been sitting before, as if almost embarrassed he’d been caught looking at it.

“Nothing.” was the ten-year-old Guy Finch’s answer as he watched his father take a drag of black coffee as he approached and took the picture into his own hands, a sort of half-smile forming on his mouth.

“I wouldn’t call your mum and my wedding picture nothing.” Eric mused, setting the Styrofoam cup of coffee down on his desk and using his now-freed hand to ruffle the boy’s hair. “One of the most important days in my life.”

The boy wrinkled his nose and ducked away from his father’s awkward show of affection. “Who gets married in the rain anyways?”

“Your mum and I.” the Inspector answered without missing a beat.

“That’s stupid.”

Eric offered a shrug of his shoulders. “You might think so. Meant the world to your mother though.”

“But you’re both wet.”

There was a pause and the Inspector actually laughed, making a gesture to show he wished his chair back. “Yeah.”