Prologue
"How are you healing, Lancelot?"
"Better. It's going to take at least a month before the rest of the ribs heal themselves, but otherwise fine. The structure of the Kingsman HQ really helped." Roxy's voice crackled. Harry Hart smiled at the projected image in his glasses, and gave a reassuring nod. "Ginny has been asking. And Eggsy has been there everyday, I presume?"
"I never knew he could be such a mother hen, Arthur. I'd be glad to be out of the hospital, if only so he would stop fussing." the blonde agent smiled, although Harry could catch a hint of a blush despite the pixelated color on the screen. Relationships between agents were not encouraged, but ever since he had stepped in as Arthur, he could be a bit lax, especially since he knew Roxy was too well trained to let their relationship come between any case. She was good for the hot-headed character that Eggsy could be.
"Tell us your release date. We'll send a cab." With that, he severed the connection, just as the doors opened and his best friend entered, bald head glistening as he closed the door behind him.
"What have you to report, my wizard?" Harry affectionately addressed.
Merlin gave a dry laugh. "Guinevere isn't happy. You may want to talk to her." As he said that, he pressed a couple of buttons and the irate face of his angry daughter appeared dirty blonde locks and all, with her hazel eyes glaring from the control room in her apartment. Harry was amazed at how his young-looking twenty-five year old daughter could look so properly angry.
"Papa, I do not agree with some bloody bloke coming in just to-"
"The Statesmen has offered us their help, in rebuilding Kingsman. This is an offer of friendship, Ginny. We are unlikely to refuse. And with Lancelot in the hospital, Galahad, me and Merlin are stretched thin in looking for new recruits. You're the only-"
"Why can't I be one of the new recruits, then?" she huffed, still frustrated that her adoptive father was unwilling to bend in allowing her to be an agent.
"Because you are my daughter, and you will stay far away from Kingsman missions as long as long you call me Papa."
An angry silence ensued, one which Harry broke with a sigh. "I'll see you at HQ tomorrow, Ginny."
Much to Harry's surprise, Ginny severed the connection. He sighed again, pressing his fingers to his temples. "What am I to do with her, Merlin?"
"Have you ever found out who her parents are?" the tech wizard couldn't help but ask curiously.
Harry shook his head. "We all know who her father is." His memory flickered back to the day he had taken out the drug lord cartel who had been planning on a mass bombing in Islington. It had been in a danky apartment where Harry had apprehended him, handing him over to the CIA who had came over when a loud cry from a bedroom had drawn him. The small cot held a small, blonde headed baby girl who couldn't be over six months old, staring at him with wide hazel eyes, looking scared and innocent. Harry hadn't looked back since.
"And her mother?" Merlin asked, piercing through Harry's brief traipse down memory lane. The new Arthur of the Kingsman looked up at Merlin, and gave a wane smile.
"I guess we'll have to find out."