Title – Not Really An Ending
Author – Moonbeam
Summary – After the movie Merlin asks Eggsy a question – home or Kentucky? Eggsy picks Kentucky and gets a surprise.
Rating – Will eventually be explicit.
Disclaimer – I do not own anything.
Author's Notes – Because obviously we needed another Harry lives fic. Can't help it though – I saw the movie on Saturday and now I'm having Hartwin feelings all over the place.
Whoops - there is so many other things I should be writing. Oh well...

Not Really An Ending
by Moonbeam

Harry knew, the moment before Valentine shot him, that he was going to die. He had faced death before but each time his thoughts had been on escape…or calm acceptance of a life well spent keeping the world safe. This time, staring at an insane American genius, he thought of moments missed with a man who was a hair more than half his age. Harry thought of the fact that the younger man would probably be watching at this very moment and he could do nothing as the bullet was released and Harry's muscles twitched with movement.

Then all he knew was pain as the image of Eggsy faded from his vision.

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Eggsy closed the computer and slipped down onto the floor, pulling JB close, and allowed himself a few minutes to pet his dog – the dog that stopped him from being able to go with Harry. The dog he'd allowed to get under his skin because Harry had pried his barriers off and made him want something more than he knew he deserved.

Then, before he could allow himself to wallow anymore he stood up, tucked JB under his arm, and walked towards Kingsman.

/\/\/\

Eggsy kissed the Princess once, on the lips, and then continued down the corridor opening each cell in turn until there was a gaggle of well-known faces surrounding him. He took a deep breath, the only anonymous face in a sea of front cover worthy people. He slipped back and away, knowing that there would be a range of different people coming for the hostages – that Merlin was taking care of it. Eggsy took his glasses off, sliding them into his breast pocket and walked back to the plane slowly, dragging his feet across the floor and his fingers along the rough walls. He didn't really feel anything.

He had been ignoring it, so focussed on stopping Valentine, but now there were no more 'bad guys' – Valentine was dead, his supporters blown away, and his henchmen dead. And Arthur – the conniving old fuck was dead too. Eggsy hadn't thought about it at the time but Arthur had known and had sent Harry to his death. Eggsy wished he could go back and kill the fucker again but he knew he couldn't; he'd just have to make do with the knowledge that he'd avenged Harry.

This hadn't been his plan when he'd seen the older man leaning against the wall – then he'd thought about old guys who liked a bit of rough. Later, he'd wondered what he might be able to turn that pint of Guinness into…then he'd been pretty fucking turned on when his possible bit of fancy turned out to be a fucking badass motherfucker who won a fight with a fucking umbrella. Walking through Kingsman he wondered if it would be appropriate to push Harry into the cupboard and mess the other man up a little bit – sliding into that body honed to be a killing machine and making Harry let go while speared on his cock.

Now, he missed the sly humour and that half a smile much more than he regretted missing out on seeing what Harry looked like, pressed back into a mattress while Eggsy worked out how to fuck himself on another man's cock.

He made it back to the plane. Merlin was talking to R…Lancelot.

"We will be there presently," Merlin told Roxy and then signed off. He turned to look at Eggsy over the top of his glasses. "I thought you were making time with a princess."

Eggsy shrugged. "We going to get Roxy?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Merlin nodded and stood up to go into the cockpit. "After Lancelot's retrieval, home or Kentucky?"

Eggsy froze but didn't turn around. He sucked in a heaving breath and kept walking towards the bathroom hoping to wash the blood off. "Kentucky."

"Very well, Eggsy."

Eggsy almost thought he'd heard another name but he ignored it and walked into the bathroom, scrubbing his skin clean, and looked for something else to wear. There was a cupboard – Galahad written across the gold label. He found a pair of tartan sleep pants that were softer than his sister's favourite blanket. He slipped them on, they were a little tight at the waist, too long in the leg, but they were just what he needed. He collapsed onto the bed at the back of the plane. He didn't expect to sleep but he couldn't remember anything else until someone was shaking him awake.

"Ha-" he remembered and bolted upright to see Roxy standing over him with pity in her eyes.

"We're about to land in Kentucky," she told him, stepping back.

"I'll change," he said, stepping past her quickly.

"Eggsy…"

"Leave off, Rox, I'm fine, yeah?"

"Yeah," she said unconvincingly.

Eggsy changed back into his own clothes; they were both a welcome comfort and something that didn't quite feel right anymore. He shook off the thought and walked through the plane to find Roxy sitting next to Merlin; assisting him in flying the plane.

"When do I get pilot lessons?" Eggsy asked.

Merlin twisted around and stared at him silently.

"I already have my pilot's licence," Roxy told him.

Eggsy shook his head and looked at Merlin. "Don't know what that stupid fucker was thinking."

Merlin smirked at him and went back to flying the plane.

"Twenty minutes out," Roxy said. "You need to go and strap yourself in, Eggsy."

"Aye, aye, Cap."

"Get strapped in, Buck."

Eggsy couldn't resist the laugh that burst out of his throat as he walked back into the plane and sat down, doing up his seatbelt while they called to the tower and descended.

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Eggsy took the lead as they walked into the police station without really thinking about the fact that Merlin was the one who actually had an idea what he was doing.

"Can I help you?" The woman behind the desk asked, obviously sizing him up.

"Yes," Eggsy said, sliding his mobile across the counter. "We're looking for this man."

"Who is he?" she asked, peering down at the image on the phone.

"His…"

"Brother," Merlin jumped in, "he was going to that horrible church where all of the people died and I think-"

"He was lucky, shot in the head but he's still alive."

Eggsy's world swam away from him for a minute and he gripped the counter tightly. He came back to the moment when the cop was explaining where they'd taken Harry.

"Thank you," Eggsy heard Merlin say politely to her.

"He's a lucky guy," she offered, "only one still alive."

Eggsy nodded and followed Merlin out of the station. He slid into the car and watched the foreign city stream by outside of the window. Followed the sway of Roxy's hair through the hospital and then stopped, frozen, outside of the door to Harry's room. Someone shoved him in the middle of the back and then he saw Harry…half saw Harry. There was a thick white bandage covering half of his face and the rest was a strange pale that Eggsy had never seen before. He could hear the beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor. He tracked the rise and fall of Harry's chest for several breaths and then reached out and rested his hand directly over Harry's heart – feeling the heartbeat, feeling his chest move, and finally breathed.

"You're a fucking arse, mate," he said sitting down next to Harry. "Making me think you're dead. Such a bastard move. Or was this your way of making me prove myself because I have to tell you, I don't think you're going to be fucking pleased when you wake up and find out what I did to that fucker Arthur. He's dead – killed him myself, didn't I? You'd best wake up soon, you old man. I don't want to have to start stabbing you in the leg to move you along. They might frown on it…"

Eggsy trailed off and just sat next to Harry, waiting.

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