Author's Note:

Pairing: Gary "Eggsy" Unwin/Harry Hart (pre-slash)

Warnings: Mild language

Disclaimer: Kingsman: The Secret Service belongs to various people and studios. I own nothing but the plot and make no money from this story.


Eggsy hadn't held out much hope of getting off when the call had gone through to customer complaints. But here he was, walking free, a few cops side-eyeing him with glints in their eyes that spoke of future arrests. Eggsy ignored them, though kept the swagger in his step as he left the station. He'd just jumped down the first set of stairs when a thick Scottish accent said, 'Gary Unwin?'

Eggsy turned quickly. There was a bald guy standing against the wall, what looked like a tablet pressed to his chest, a pair of glasses on his face.

'Yeah?' Eggsy said.

The man nodded and stood straight before crossing the distance between them. 'Come with me, Mr Unwin.'

'S'cuse me?' Eggsy grunted. 'I ain't goin' nowhere with you, mate. Who are you?'

'The man who rescued you from eighteen months in prison,' the Scot said. Then, he sniffed. 'Well, one of them. Now come along.'

He started walking, apparently not waiting to see if Eggsy would follow, and Eggsy watched him go. He looked around for a beat before groaning and jogging after the bloke.

'What do ya mean, "one of 'em"?' Eggsy asked when he caught up to the guy. The Scot didn't answer, just opened the door of a cab and got in. Eggsy frowned before joining him, wondering if he was about to get his arse handed to him. Wouldn't be the first time something seemingly pleasant on the surface turned to shit. 'Well?' Eggsy demanded when he'd closed the door.

'I want you to listen to me very carefully, Mr Unwin,' the man said. He was staring at Eggsy, not bothering to start the cab and move anywhere. Eggsy stared back. 'The man who gave you the medal with the number on the back, do you remember him?'

'Yeah,' Eggsy said, 'I mean, vaguely. S'been a few years, yeah? Don't 'member his name.'

'Harry Hart,' the Scot told him.

'Oh, yeah,' Eggsy nodded. Now it was coming back to him; he still remembered what the bloke looked like; remembered his mum breaking down and crying as she spoke to the posh bloke in the glasses, the posh bloke who crouched before Eggsy and gave him the medal Eggsy had been wearing ever since. 'So... what, he came through, then?' Eggsy asked. ''Cause I'm here and not in holding, ain't I?'

'Harry isn't really in a position to walk into a police station and save you,' the Scot said rather dryly.

Eggsy frowned. 'Why not?' he asked. 'He dead?' For some reason he didn't like that idea... he'd been kind of hoping that he'd meet the guy- Harry Hart- again, maybe learn some stuff about his dad. His mum never liked talking about Lee Unwin, and when she did Dean blew his shit. Fucking tosser.

'No, not dead,' the Scot sighed. He leaned back, staring at Eggsy, then shook his head. 'I really shouldn't be telling you this,' he admitted, 'but I owe Harry quite a lot and he's called in two favours for this.'

Eggsy just stared at him.

'Harry used to work for a secret organisation; he was a spy,' the man told him.

Eggsy's eyebrows jumped. 'You taken' the piss?'

'No,' the man dead-panned. 'Your father worked with Harry but he was killed before he finished training. It... broke Harry, I guess you could say. A few more missions was all it took for Harry to disappear; drop off the grid.'

Eggsy was dumbfounded. He had no idea how to respond, or why this bloke was telling him all this.

'Harry's a good man,' the Scot said, 'well... mostly he's a good man. He has morals, at least. But according to the British government, and the organisation I still work for, Harry Hart is a terrorist and a criminal.'

'Shit,' Eggsy gaped. 'You serious?'

'Very,' the man said. 'I want you to listen very carefully, Eggsy,' he said and leaned forward. Eggsy had to fight the urge not to lean back, get away from the weird bloke and just run. 'Harry is going to contact you,' the Scot said. 'He's going to check up on you and he's going to offer you a job.'

'A job? Doin' what?'

'Anything; everything,' the man shrugged. 'I don't know and I don't want to know. My advice to you, Gary, is to think very, very carefully about it. If you refuse Harry will leave you alone. If you don't you will never escape the organisation Harry has built. And believe me, Harry has his fingers in every pie in the world. You'll be named a traitor to the crown and every country will be gunning for you like they are for Harry, myself included.'

'Why are you tellin' me all this?' Eggsy demanded.

'I owe Harry a great deal,' the man admitted, 'and you seem like an okay kid, Gary. A bit rough, but you have potential. Harry will see that and I don't want you agreeing to anything you can't back out of later.'

'What makes you so sure this Hart bloke will want anythin' to do with me?' Eggsy asked. 'I'm nobody, ain't I? Just a fuck up like you said.'

'Rough around the edges, Gary,' the man said, 'please don't put words into my mouth.' Eggsy rolled his eyes. 'Just remember what I said and think about it.'

'Yeah,' Eggsy said, 'yeah, a'right. Thanks, I s'pose.'

'It was nice meeting you, Mr Unwin,' the man said. He held his hand out and Eggsy couldn't not shake it, despite how bizarre this whole fucking day had turned out. After shaking the mystery bloke's hand he was directed out of the cab, and Eggsy slammed the door shut behind him. 'Harry will be in touch very soon,' the guy called from the cab, 'believe me.'

With that he started the car and pulled away, leaving Eggsy standing on the curb watching him.

'What the fuck?' he grunted to himself. Eggsy had had some weird fucking days in his time, especially after getting into it with the cops, or having a few too many pints. But that? That definitely took the shit.

'Crazy bastard,' Eggsy muttered. Shaking his head, he stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and started walking. He figured Jamal or Ryan would take him in for a few days; Eggsy had no interest in going home and facing Dean just yet. Let the man cool down a bit; the beating wouldn't be as bad, then.

Eggsy crossed the road quickly and slipped between the crowds rushing to and fro. He bashed into a posh dude in a suit as he was heading for the tube, and tossed a quick, 'Sorry, mate!' over his shoulder.

The man, wearing glasses and carrying an umbrella, just smiled at Eggsy. 'No problem,' he said. Eggsy nodded and continued on his way.


Author's Note: I have become Hartwin trash, it is true. I just really, really needed to write a Hartwin drabble, and I love the idea of villain!Harry. Sorry if the drabble sucks, but I tried.

Also, I've labelled this as pre-slash because if I ever continue it it'll definitely end up as Hartwin.

Cheers,

IBegToDreamAndDiffer