#johnnyv

The separation wasn't clean. How could it be? They were one for so long, some sort of residual thought process convinces them both that they're still in the same body, if one dies so does the other type deal.

For Johnny it's this selfish thing of 'I need you here so I don't Not have you here'. He doesn't understand it. Doesn't understand why he now has to get his prosthetic serviced by Vic. All because he didn't get all the blood out properly from when he literally fisted a guys throat. Because they got too close to V. Nearly took their head clean off and then where would they both be, huh? You have to be more fucking careful, V, if you die we both--

But that's not true, is it? Not anymore, at least. But the wiring is still there, driving them both to do truly insane shit to keep eachother alive.

Johnny has a crash out after this. He don't need no fucking gonk, especially not That One, just to fucking function. And they sure as shit don't need him. So he does what he's good at, he self destructs and leaves

FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, a silverVdyne fic ( ch 2/4, 3.3k words )

summary: It’s been months since V brought Johnny back from beyond the Blackwall into his own new, cloned body. Physically, Johnny’s recovered. He goes out and does the odd gig with V. Everything’s going relatively fine for a former dead man. It’s just, now that he’s in his own body, Kerry doesn’t want to see him anymore. tags: mildly antagonistic Johnny and V, emotional constipation of the nth degree, the rattler, canon-typical violence, silverdyne, johnny/v, silverVdyne