Remember, Remember
The chance meeting in the garden with Jo Grant had been rather more fruitful than Evey had expected. They'd got to chatting and eventually decided that a bonfire in honor of Guy Fawkes Night was just the thing. Jo seemed to have slightly more positive associations with the holiday, with more fireworks and less explosions, but Evey didn't begrudge her that. It was her world alone that knew of the slightly less historical version of Guy Fawkes, which was really rather a good thing. Still, it was important to both of them, and Evey was quite willing to work to make sure that she had a chance to celebrate V's accomplishments, even if no one knew that was why she was doing it.
After that conversation, she'd spoken to Jack Harkness about using the wood from his recently demolished hut and then spoken to Tim McGee about fireworks. She considered food and drink, but eventually decided that if individuals wished for it, they would certainly provide it themselves. Ingenuity was something the island was quite good at, and she wasn't just referring to her recent foray into a pre-teen state.
Now it was just beginning to be dark and she'd lit the fire with Jo's help. She was standing on the beach and watching the flames, thinking of other flames that had been so important in her life, both directly and indirectly, which resulted in a brief wave of sadness for V's absence. It was true he had no purpose here, but at least he might have found peace of some sort. Quite deliberately, she was wearing the skirt she'd worn on arrival (though it was quite tight at the waist now) as well as the long sleeved shirt, even if it was worn cardigan style over a white t-shirt since November 5 on an island was quite a bit warmer than November 5 in London.
"Remember, remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder, treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot," she murmured to herself.
She had no idea if anyone would come to the bonfire, but that wasn't really the point, was it?
[See the post in slated for details.]
After that conversation, she'd spoken to Jack Harkness about using the wood from his recently demolished hut and then spoken to Tim McGee about fireworks. She considered food and drink, but eventually decided that if individuals wished for it, they would certainly provide it themselves. Ingenuity was something the island was quite good at, and she wasn't just referring to her recent foray into a pre-teen state.
Now it was just beginning to be dark and she'd lit the fire with Jo's help. She was standing on the beach and watching the flames, thinking of other flames that had been so important in her life, both directly and indirectly, which resulted in a brief wave of sadness for V's absence. It was true he had no purpose here, but at least he might have found peace of some sort. Quite deliberately, she was wearing the skirt she'd worn on arrival (though it was quite tight at the waist now) as well as the long sleeved shirt, even if it was worn cardigan style over a white t-shirt since November 5 on an island was quite a bit warmer than November 5 in London.
"Remember, remember the fifth of November, the gunpowder, treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot," she murmured to herself.
She had no idea if anyone would come to the bonfire, but that wasn't really the point, was it?
[See the post in slated for details.]