There weren't many people in the pub that Tuesday night. A few men with their pints but nothing more. Fox strode into the bar only focusing on one goal, figuring out if she was going to have to start a pub brawl. She prayed she could, it'd been awhile since she had let off steam. She strode up to the bar and leaned against it.

"Evening James." She smiled. She barely noted the man standing next to her

"Evening Fox, the usual I presume?" The man asked.

"Aye," she said with a slight smile. Fox watched the bar with great curiosity. She actually had a purpose for being in the bar. And that was the man who she beat up the week before. She shot a glance at the well-dressed man next to her. He smiled at her. She nodded once. The man she was looking for stood up.

"Oi! You're the girl I fought with last week." He said.

"I am, nice to see you weren't too drunk to not remember." She said, with an almost mocking smile. She stood across from the man. "So are you accepting my rematch offer?" She asked. With a devious smirk. The man put up his fists. "Very well." Fox strode to the door.

"What are you doing?" The man asked. She smirked.

"If you must know, I'm about to teach you a lesson. One you clearly need." She locked the doors and stood with her back turned. She turned with a smirk firmly placed on her face. "Right then, who's first." The original challenger ran forward and went to slug her in the jaw. Fox stopped his fist and looked at him disapprovingly. She grabbed the other part of his forearm and shifted her weight and chucked him over her shoulder. The man in the suit was quite impressed. The challenger stood up and charged again. Fox went for his side, which she gave a swift kick to. She then kicked his head. He crumpled to the ground and laid on the ground, unconscious but not dead.

"Sorry about the mess James." She said, throwing a crumpled twenty pound note on the bar. She unlocked the pub and walked out. The man in the suit, who had been extremely impressed with her fight, followed her out.

"Wait up!" He called for her. She stopped and turned to him.

"What?" She snipped.

"That was quite impressive. Who taught you that? I'm Eggsy by the way." He said, sticking his hand out to shake. Fox shook it, with a bit of reluctance.

"Did your parent's hate you or something?" She asked, with an eyebrow raised.

Eggsy chuckled, "no, it's an old nickname. Now back to the original question."

"An old friend of mine, now if you'll excuse me." She replied and turned her back. He went to grab her wrist. Bad move. She pulled her weight forward and rolled him over her back, plucked his pistol, and had him on the ground, being held by her foot. "Do you not see when a woman means no?"

"Pardon Anwen," Eggsy said.

"How the hell do you know my name? Who the hell are you, and who the hell do you work for!?" She growled with a death glare on her face.

"I know your name because I was requested to bring you to my supervisor, my name is Eggsy as I told you, and I'm a Kingsmen." He said with a calm expression, even though he was pinned under a deceivingly strong woman who had his pistol pointed at him.

"A Kingsmen. As in Oxford not brogues?" She said, her stance softening. He nodded once. "Give me your glasses, assuming they still work like Harry's." She said, holding her hand out and took her foot off of him. He sat up and hand her his glasses. She smiled and slid them on. "Right, who am I talking to?"

"Merlin" A male's voice responded.

"Brilliant, hello Merlin. How the hell did Kingsmen find me?" She asked, like she was flipping her anger on and off. It impressed Eggsy quite a bit.

"Harry left quite a file on you. And you are proving all of his statements correct."

"Speaking of Harry, where is he?" She asked, it had been years since she had last spoken to her childhood mentor.

"He's dead. His replacement is standing next to you." Fox straightened up her stance.

"A gentleman has his name in the paper three times, when he's born, when he marries, and when he dies. I didn't see his name in the papers." She said.

"He died in the states." Merlin replied.

"Bloody hell. They don't know they have a proper English gentleman and they air his death in the United States," she muttered. Eggsy had read her file, he vaguely knew about her connection to Harry, but her statement about the protection of his honor. Well, that was something to question her on.

"I'm afraid so, go with Eggsy. We'll explain more." Merlin said. Fox sighed and handed over the glasses. Eggsy set them back on his face.

"I assume we're going to the tailors?" She asked.

"How did you know?" He asked. Fox shoved her hands in her pockets, lazily walking beside Eggsy. They looked a bit odd, Eggsy dressed in a form fitting suit that Fox would be lying if she said if it didn't make him attractive in the slightest, and Fox dressed in skinny jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Henry always talked about a tailor."

"Why did he tell you so much?" Eggsy asked.

"Because I was going to be a protégé. He wanted me to be his replacement. But Arthur refused to bend the rules for him, just to make sure I was taken care of. So here I am, starting petty bar fights, watching from the sidelines as my younger brother is preparing to take on the family company. And I fear for who they got to be his console." She said.

"Why would he need a console?" He asked.

"Because... well, let's go back to the days of yore. When a king or queen died before their heir was of age to rule, they were assigned a console. Someone to make the decisions until they were of age. Usually these consoles sucked, since they usually worked for their own agenda." She said, "That's why Jafar from Aladdin is a bloody brilliant villain."

"Didn't peg you for a Disney fan," Eggsy said with a brilliant smile that brought one to Fox's face. Man, it'd been at least a few days since someone else had put one on her face.

"Eggsy, there are probably 100s of things you don't peg me for. But yes, I am a Disney fan. Aladdin is probably one of my favorites. Probably because it has a handsome street rat protagonist, a princess who knows what she wants and won't compromise for anything, and of course Robin Williams as the Genie. Who ever made that decision needs their own Oscar." She said with this proud grin on her face. Eggsy guessed it was because it'd been awhile since she last got to talk about something that made her happy. They made it to the tailor shop where Eggsy opened the door for Fox, who smiled at him and they walked into one of the dressing rooms.

"What do you see Fox?" He asked with a smile.

"I see a girl who chopped her hair off because it became too much of a liability, I see a woman who fears the person she becomes in a fight, I see someone who doesn't know what the hell they're doing, but pretend for the sake of their own sanity." She said, and for the first time since Eggsy saw her walk into the bar, she truly looked tired. He threw his arms around her waist.

"See, I see a woman who has managed to make one hell of a first impression. And one who knows how to hide a knife." He said, adding on that last bit with a laugh, seeing as he felt a knife like shape in his forearm when he threw his arms around her. Fox joined in and Eggsy pressed his palm to the mirror, the whole room seemed to shift down and this left a very confused Fox.

"Where the hell does this go?" She asked.

"Down." Was his simple reply.

"How far."

"Deep enough."

"That's what he said." Fox muttered. Eggsy cracked up, he had thought about making that joke when he was first told that, but thought better of it at the time.

"Lemons." He muttered in response.

"Damnit!" Fox exclaimed with a laugh. The duo were cracking up when they finally reached the bottom. "Designed like an old Tube station. Nice."

"Yeah, I thought it was a comforting touch. Care to come along, Merlin and Lancelot wants to meet you." He said

"Seriously, what was with the leaders of this place, did they have a damn King Arthur fetish?" Fox asked, it was a legit question. If Eggsy was Harry's replacement, then he was Galahad, and then there was a Lancelot and a Merlin?

"Sometimes, I honestly ask myself the same question, but come sit." Eggsy replied as he sat down on plaid seats. Fox took a deep breath and sat across from him.

"Where to?" She asked.

"Kingsmen HQ of course." Eggsy replied with a dashing smile.

And, though Fox didn't think it was possible living without Aaron, she found herself melting slightly in her seat.

A/N: Hello humans. Sorry it's been awhile since I've touched FF. But I return with this story because the (hot) disaster known as Eggsy Unwin has ruined my life. Also about the whole "that's what she said" thing. A) Was I the only one mentally making that joke when Harry said it? B) According to my British friend Eloise, if someone makes a "that's what she said joke" everyone but the person who said it has to say lemons or they get punched, or they're the last to say it. So that's where that came from. Peace out and I warn you now, I'm shit at this thing called updating XD