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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V, Johnny Silverhand/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canon-Typical Misogyny, Johnny Silverhand Has a Body, Johnny Silverhand Being An Asshole, Rocker Johnny Silverhand, Johnny Silverhand & V Are in Their Own Bodies, Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Emotional Slow Burn, SilverV, Kerry and Johnny are exes, Arguing, like a lot of arguing, Friends With Benefits, Dialogue Heavy
Series: Part 4 of Silver Machine
Summary: Following the "morning after," Johnny and V deal with the consequences.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V, Johnny Silverhand/Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Johnny Silverhand Has a Body, Johnny Silverhand Has An Impressive Cock, Johnny Silverhand & V Are in Their Own Bodies, Vaginal Sex, Emotional Slow Burn, Temporarily Unrequited Love, SilverV, Porn With Plot, Light Angst, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Explicit Sexual Content, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Sexism, Eventual Smut, Mild Smut
Series: Part 3 of Silver Machine
Summary:
After time-traveling to 2023, V is taken to Johnny's apartment for seemingly dirty reasons.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game)
Relationships: Johnny Silverhand/V
Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Johnny Silverhand Has a Body, Johnny Silverhand Being An Asshole, Johnny Silverhand Has An Impressive Cock, Slow Burn, First Meetings, Flirting, Post-Canon, Canon-Typical Behavior, Canon-Typical Sexism
Series: Part 2 of Silver Machine
Summary:
V finally get in contact with Alt in cyberspace and the AI has a gift for her.
His fingers were harsh against her skin. Years of picking them against guitar strings without a pick had left them calloused. Even after six months of being a merc, V's hands were still soft from her corpo days. She tried not to feel embarrassed as he laughed at the difference. He was kind enough not to comment on it as their hands wound together. She buried her face into the side of his neck. His rough, unmanaged beard scratched her temple as she faintly touched her lips to the bend of his neck. "Johnny..."
She opened her eyes after her voice didn't muffle against his collar. Instead of seeing the man who had just wrapped his arm around her waist, she saw a blue ghost. Her eyes widened with an unsure mix of horror and despair. Johnny still had that crooked smirk, but it moved like a wave as her nose cut into his face. He was hollow as parts of his body jumped and fidgeted. She hesitantly turned her eyes to the side. Her hand. It was holding air as his went through her. The texture, the skin, the warmth. It was all gone, replaced by the feeling of a hand submerged in ice water. "Johnny...!"
Water hung on the lid of her eye as she moved her hand past his arm. Johnny didn't move. He didn't react. His face was stuck in that smirk, and his hand was rigid. V couldn't hold back as her fingers glided through his cheek. She could see her fingers waving inside his translucent face. Suddenly, the warmth came back. Her fingers flooded with an overwhelming heat. She wanted to scream, but it wouldn't leave her throat. Johnny's face was solid again. Her palm was stuck inside his head as her nails peeked out from his cheekbones and forehead. His previously floating hand gripped her shoulder.
"V! Save me! Save me before I become Alt! I need you!"
V shot up out of bed. Her body was sticky with panic. Her lips still murmured Johnny's name as she tried to catch her breath. V peered down at her hand, wiggling it like she did when it was inside his head. Her body eased as she let out a large sigh. The pillow puffed up as her head came down on top of it. That dream - she couldn't qualify it as a nightmare, not when Johnny held her hand - plagued her mind. She recognized the apartment they were in. It was her old one - the one Jackie helped her buy. The first place she saw Johnny. She hadn't thought of that place in a while. She and Nibbles had moved out quickly after he was gone. There were too many memories associated with him at that place. Besides, the Afterlife had brought in new income to buy something resembling a real home. V moved to her wardrobe. There wasn't time to mull over the dream. That could come later. Right now, she had to get to work.
Before long, she settled into the exact spot where Rogue used to sit, completely unaware that her posture mirrored the old fixer's. V offered Claire a smile and nod as she set down a glass alongside a whole bottle. Taking Rogue's place felt almost instinctual after Mikoshi; her past as an ex-corpo and mercenary seamlessly merged with her role as the Queen of the Afterlife. Despite that, the days unfolded in a haze, with clients arriving, offers exchanged, and bottles emptied. Staying sober for six months proved challenging after having an addict rummage around her head. Even in Johnny's absence, his influence remained palpable—she felt it frequently. Melodies still resonated in her memory, and her fingers constantly craved the feel of a cigarette. The bright light hurt her eyes without sunglasses, leading to persistent headaches.
Her lack of focus stemmed from her constant thoughts about the old brain worm, particularly after that haunting dream she had experienced. All she wanted to do was get through what she had to do at the Afterlife to leave. She could barely focus on the tasks at hand; her mind constantly drifted to the plans she had crafted. Fortunately, by the time she finished her second bottle, she had completed meeting all her chess pieces. V slammed her glass onto the table after downing it. She shoved her sunglasses on while rushing quickly to the exit. Clubgoers and workers tried to say their hellos and goodbyes, but V ignored them. No one was more important than what she was about to do.
After a short drive in her Porsche, V parked sideways on Urmland Street, barely dodging pedestrians. She kicked the car door closed, making a loud bang that somehow didn't break the window. The door to Misty's Esoterica opened automatically as V strode inside. Misty watched, her eyes wide, as V brushed past her and exited through the back. Misty quickly followed, fully aware of what was unfolding. Vik groaned as he heard Misty calling after V. He got up, rubbing his temples in increasing stress. His gaze fixed on the door, anticipating the two to burst in.
"V, we're not doing this again!"
"Yes, the fuck we are, Vik!"
V evaded Vik's attempt to seize her arm. Misty and Vik, both frustrated, exchanged knowing glances. There wasn't much use in trying to prevent her. When V put her mind to something, nothing could hold her back. They sighed in unison as V pushed past Vik's back room curtains. Inside was a barren room previously used to house extra chrome. The only thing inside was a tub full of ice and a large monitor. V was already stripping to change into the netrunner suit that was neatly folded under the monitor. Vik groaned at the sight and turned his back to her. He gestured at Misty to move in.
"V, please. You've been doing this way too often. Your energy is erratic! Can we stop and discuss this before jumping in?"
V huffed as her leg slid into the tight netrunner suit. She shook her head, "Not happening. I need to do this now," Misty looked back at Vik for advice, but he still had his back turned. His shoulders, however, were tense and rigid from V's words. Misty placed a comforting hand on V's back while she zipped the suit.
"If you keep doing this daily, you might get a virus! A really deadly one. Or Netwatch might find out. Then we'd all be in trouble."
"I already had a deadly virus. And don't worry about Netwatch. Bryce owes me big time. He'll cover our asses,"
V stood poised in front of the ice tub, her fingers gripping the cold, metal edges with fierce intensity. The steady, rapid thumping of her heart echoed in her ears, a relentless reminder of the turmoil brewing inside her. It hadn't been long since the VooDoo Boy had unceremoniously shoved her into a similar icy prison, the frigid water seeping deep into her bones. The memories replayed in her mind, causing her skin to crawl and a shiver running down her spine as the phantom chill enveloped her again. Her knuckles turned white as she tried to regain her resolve.
To make matters worse, the nervous energy radiating from Vik and Misty only amplified her anxiety; she could sense their tension, thick and palpable in the air. Their fidgeting and whispering heightened her apprehension. Despite the fear clawing at her insides, she knew she had to push through. This was important. Johnny believed in her, and that thought alone had ignited her. She took a steadying breath, steeling herself, ready to confront the icy depths again.
Vik finally turned to her. He stood on the other side of the tub, gripping it in a similar fashion. Snapping his fingers, he forced her to meet his eyes. His expression was stern, like a father with a large serving of concern. "I'm not doing this anymore, V. You're giving this old man stress when I don't need anymore. You're lucky you're not dead already. Have you talked to Judy?"
V dropped her head at the mention of Judy. She had left last week. The first week after Mikoshi, Judy stayed by her side to assist her in grieving. She was loyal and kind. Judy held her hand when she cried, ignored the times when V talked to herself, and kissed her forehead during nightmares. However, the realization slowly dawned on Judy: she could never compete with Johnny Silverhand. That's what she said when she packed up her things and left Night City.
"She's gone, but this isn't about that. This is the last time, Vik. I promise. Johnny reached out. I'll find him this time,"
Vik and Misty were surprised, and their shared look of concern was a good distraction. V stepped into the tub while they tried to communicate with their eyes. She hissed between clenched teeth. The ice moved to fill the space around her. An intense shock shot through her spine, and her breath stuttered. Bumps and hair rose on her skin. As the cold sank in, her legs felt like dozens of tiny knives were stabbing them. She had to fight her mind to suppress the memory of a firm hand pushing her under. V rolled her neck and flexed her fist. This was it—the last time.
V's determination seemed to force Vik and Misty to agree. Misty stood behind her, warm hands resting on her shoulders. She squeezed V softly, hoping to fill her with heat. Vik's fingers glided across the monitor's keyboard, setting up the network. He avoided meeting V's gaze. Vik approached solemnly and slowly, offering a small laptop connected to the primary monitor. V removed her personal link from her wrist, taking a deep breath before connecting to the computer. Vik grimaced when the personal link beeped to indicate its connection.
"This is your last chance, V. Make it count," Vik said as he averted his gaze.
V hesitated briefly before turning her head to meet Misty's eye. She gave a slight nod. Misty squeezed her eyes tightly as if she couldn't bear to witness what would happen next. Without warning, Misty pushed V down beneath the surface of the icy water. V blinked rapidly in surprise. Even though this was almost a daily occurrence, going underwater was never easy. V concentrated as red text appeared around her face. The text scrolled by quickly, and her vision began to blur. The hazy world reminded her of the times when she had experienced relic malfunctions. A piercing static engulfed her ear, burrowing into her mind. The fuzz of the world spread to her hands and fingers. V clenched her teeth until they felt like they might crack. A bright white light filled her eyes before the world turned into nothing more than a blur.
Her hands became red within a blink, and the world dissolved into blue dots against a black abyss. As V moved her hand, five gradually fading hands trailed behind. Vik and Misty had vanished completely, along with the office. Only the blue dots remained, outlining any hint of shape in this plane. V stepped forward carefully, feeling her head become light and dizzy from the transition. From her experiences with the Voodoo boys, she recalled that a strong memory could help locate AIs beyond the Blackwall. She had tried this technique each time but had never sensed Johnny's presence. Either he was truly gone, or she wasn't using the right memories. In the past, she concentrated on the friendship they had developed during their time together. But maybe friendship wasn't strong enough. Maybe it wasn't what Johnny was reaching out to feel. She had to try a different emotion—one that still felt raw in her heart.
V stepped forward more confidently through cyberspace. The blue dots multiplied as she progressed—an echo brushing against her mind. The farther she went, the stronger it grew, and more dots appeared. Gradually, the blue dots faded to colors. These colors created shadows, and the shadows shaped the world around her. It wasn't long before she was in an all too familiar scene.
"You've been bitchin' ever since my date with Rogue. What? You jealous or something?"
Johnny flitted in and out of her apartment, settling on the couch with a sly grin. A cigarette dangled from his fingers as he pointed towards her. V rolled her eyes, pacing the confined space between the bed and the couch. Usually, it was Johnny who paced, but recently, V found herself unable to stay still.
"I am not jealous! I just... I'm pissed about it. I didn't say you could make out with her in my body. And she rejected you!"
"Isn't it good she rejected me? Trust me, I wouldn't have stopped at messing around like teenagers if Rogue hadn't said something."
Johnny raised a confused eyebrow. His eyes tracked her back and forth. He couldn't understand why V was so on edge recently. Maybe seeing his grave was too much for her. With that thought lingering in his mind, he disappeared from sight, only to reappear on the wall before her, his figure materializing from the flickering shadows. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke curl from his lips and hang in the air like a ghost of his thoughts. V hesitated as he stood in front of her. Her feet slowed until she was right next to him. She had to look up to meet his eye with him this close. Her face visibly softened. Her eyes widened, her eyebrows relaxed, and her lips curved into a gentle smile. It was sickeningly sweet to witness. But it didn't last long. After processing his question, V quickly turned her lips down into a grimace.
"No, it's... Well, I guess from that point of view, yeah. But she was being a dick! Leading you on this whole date to kick your chair out from under you,"
V's angry gestures cut through Johnny's body. He stared down at her, his confusion only growing more. He dropped the cigarette and pushed himself off the wall. Tilting his head, he tried to catch her eye as she deliberately avoided his gaze.
"V, you know I'm good, right? Rogue kicking me in the ass? I'm used to it. Didn't have much hope for the date other than maybe some makeup sex anyway."
She averted her eyes from him, focusing instead on Nibbles trotting past. The intensity of her reaction made her feel embarrassed. Her stomach dropped, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. V wasn't prepared to reveal the real reason she felt so upset. It wasn't jealousy; it was much more than that. Johnny huffed loudly in annoyance at her lack of response. He popped a hand on his hip and glared at her.
"Fine, I'll just read your mind."
"No!"
V held her hands defensively, placing them where his shoulders would be. All that was there was cold air, a harsh reminder of her situation. V sighed, rubbing the tension in her forehead. As she rubbed gentle circles, she concentrated on loosening the tight knots that had formed during the day. The rhythmic motion offered relief, even as her thoughts swirled chaotically.
"Look, Johnny. I just... care about you. Deeply. I imagine it's the same reason you get all pissy when Judy flirts with me,"
Johnny leaned back, studying her from head to toe. He cocked his head once more, waiting for her to explain further. But all V did was rub her temple with a sigh that sounded like she had been holding her breath. Johnny made a small noise in response—a mix between a snort and a scoff.
"So you're jealous?"
"Ugh, no! It's not jealousy. I wanted this to go well for you, really. It would've been good for you. So, I can't be jealous."
"Sounds like you're just jealous but don't want to admit," Johnny chuckled.
"Okay? So what if I am? But I care about you more than I care about myself! My feelings don't matter if they could get in your way!"
Johnny could feel a surge of tension course through him as V's confession erupted in a loud, startling yell. He stood frozen in place, his heart racing, his eyes glued to her. She groaned in embarrassment, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson, and quickly spun around to shield herself from his gaze, bringing a hand up to rub her temple as if to soothe both the physical and emotional ache. Her footsteps echoed in the quiet space as she resumed her pacing, each stride filled with a mix of frustration and anxiety, a whirlwind of unspoken thoughts swirling around her.
Johnny stood there, rooted to the spot, his mind racing as he battled the confusion swirling around him. The air was thick with tension, and he could sense the storm brewing beneath her. He had always felt a hint of jealousy simmering beneath her surface, but now it seemed to run much deeper. It was no longer just a playful notion of wanting to sleep with him; instead, it was an aching desire that went beyond mere infatuation.
"V..."
She kept pacing back and forth.
"V!"
She stopped when Johnny clapped his hands in front of her face.
"What is it then? What is it really?"
V slowly lifted her head, finally allowing her gaze to meet his. At that moment, their eyes locked in a profound connection, each reflecting a tender, unspoken emotion that passed between them like a quiet breath. The atmosphere around them seemed to still.
"Love."
V blinked and found herself surrounded by blue dots once more. Her thoughts raced as the vivid memory began to slip away like sand through her fingers, leaving her with an unsettling sense of déjà vu. She wasn't thrilled to relive it. Johnny had quickly steered clear of any talk about love after that conversation. He hadn't outright rejected her. In fact, she sensed the conversation replaying in his mind when he thought she wasn't paying attention. But he never wanted to share his own feelings. He refused even to address it. Until Mikoshi. He finally uttered the words she had longed to hear in a moment that felt both electric and agonizing, but only just before he vanished with Alt. The bastard hadn't even afforded her the courtesy of a response time; the air hung heavy with the unsaid, and she was left in the aftermath.
But there wasn't any time to linger on the past. A tall red wall loomed in front of her—a familiar sight. This was the first time she had seen it again since the VooDoo boys. All her previous tries had failed. She was here now, at last. V slowly approached the ever-expanding wall. V cautiously moved toward the ever-growing wall. She paused before pressing her icy palms against its surface, which throbbed with warmth. The red faded into blue. The wall became a loose collection of strings that vibrated as V pressed against them. Suddenly, her arm slipped through the wall, quickly followed by the rest of her body.
On the other side, there was only a deep crimson fog. V kept her eyes on her feet as they crossed the vast black emptiness that filled the spaces the mist had left behind. Though it seemed she wasn't moving, the fog grew closer and larger. It swelled and encroached, its vibrant tendrils curling and twisting toward her. Suddenly, a shape began to materialize from the depths of the mist—a figure cloaked in unsettling scarlet haze, drawing closer and larger with every heartbeat.
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