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Charlotte can't help but feel annoyed when she heard voices. Couldn't they tell that she was trying to sleep? Why were the lights on? Is it morning already? She had a super realistic dream about waking up. Maybe she was going insane. Wait. Who was talking? Why were they talking? They were…Male voices. Why was there male voices in her apartment? The voices became clearer, the more she focused on their words. But, she didn't want to. It was so warm and comfortable in her bed.

"Five more minutes." She promised herself silently, as she curled up into the blankets. "Then I'll figure what the hell is going on."

Wait.

Her mind froze, this wasn't her bed. It felt much too comfortable for her bed. Feeling the blankets around her, they felt like silk and the pillow her head rested on was way too fluffy to be her own. They even smelled different, but not in a bad way. Yet, there was a scent that she couldn't pinpoint. What did it smell like again? Memories of a scraped knee and the familiar smell came to mind. Ah, disinfectant.

Her nose wrinkled at the smell, but relaxed after breathing the sweet scent of the blankets. What was it? Laundry. The smell of clean clothes.

That raised a question. Where was she? She didn't remember being hurt, or cleaning her bed sheets. She should clean them soon.

"Focus." She told herself, "There was a point to all this." Her mind thought sleepily. Right! The male voices.

Her mind panicked, but her body wasn't having any of it. Her body wanted to sleep in the comfy place, no matter how stranger or dangerous it was, it was just so soft, but her mind was telling her to get out.

"It's like mornings, when you have to wake up for school, but you're just so tired." Her mind idly thought. While her mind panicked about school, her body insisted on staying in bed.

"It's so warm." She hazily thought.

"It's dangerous!" A shrill voice in her head screamed.

The shrill voice in her head continued to rant, "WHAT IF YOU GET KILLED? WHAT IF YOU GET KIDNAPPED? WHAT IF YOU DIE?" It sounded like a mother scolding a child. Maybe she was a child. Hmm. Focus. Focus, Charlotte.

She groaned softly before turning to her side. The male voices paused. She ignored the shrill voice. That could wait. She sighed in relief, finally silence.

She couldn't help but curse in her head when they started to talk again.

Might as well listen in.

"What did you do to her?" A voice hissed at the other person. The voice was low, but not low enough that she couldn't heard every word clearly.

"Pressure point." The other voice responded calmly, the other voice was clearly older than the other. Maybe it was the bald man? Hmmm, she'll figure that out later.

So, that's what happened. Pressure point. Cool.

"Why?" The voice sighed loudly. He was maybe in his twenties? Charlotte's mind thought absent-mindingly.

"You obviously freaked her out." The other voice replied. "We couldn't have her running out. And she was in her pyjamas."

Oh right, no wonder she was so comfortable in her clothes.

"Where did you learn that?" The voice replied, ignoring the fact that he rudely tried to (maybe) kill her.

"Star Trek." The other voice replied proudly.

"You're kidding me." The voice was filled with disbelief.

Charlotte snorted silently, Star Trek who would have thought? Maybe she should brush up on her Star Trek to figure out what exactly happened.

Her eyelids refused to open. They really didn't want to be blinded by the lights. It didn't help that she was still sore from yesterday and dearly wanted some rest.

"What are we going to do?" The voice sighed.

"We wait for her to wake up." The other voice replied calmly.

Maybe this was her cue to wake up? Hmm…

Prying her eyes open, she blinked rapidly. Why was the lights so bright? She squinted at a spot on the ceiling that didn't have lights and waited for the dark spots to disappear from her eyes. Soon enough, the spots disappeared. She smiled sleepily. One task done. She pretended to check off a box in her mind.

A hiss from one of the men bring her attention to them. They hadn't noticed her, they were talking or hissing at the front of her bed. Too bad they didn't talk quieter, she could have slept for another hour or two. Shifting her head, she shifted quietly until she could comfortably see them without stretching her neck like a giraffe. She did not need neck cramps on top of her sore muscles.

The first person that she focuses on is the man she bumped into. The bald one. He was talking to the other voice. She smiled, pleased that she could finally put a voice to a face.

Her eyes widened, it was the potential murderer/burglar! Why was he here? She couldn't help but flush as she noticed that he still hadn't changed out of his stained suit.

Whoops.

My bad.

Sorrynotsorry.

Youdidtrytokillme.

Wait. Focus, Charlotte. My mind should really stop wandering.

She got up to an upright position. Her hair fell in front of her face, a strand accidentally falling in her mouth. She pulled the strand from her mouth as she cleared her throat.

She could only blink as the two men's attention diverted from each other to her. What to do now?

"Ah, you're awake." The bald man said bluntly, although not unkindly.

She nodded, watching her bangs shift into her eyes. She brushed them aside.

Stupid hair. One day she'll cut it all off.

"I apologize for Eggsy's behaviour. He was …too eager to start his assignment." He apologized while glaring at the man beside him.

Charlotte wrinkled her nose, what kind of name was Eggsy? Did his mother really like eggs? Never mind that. What assignment?

Charlotte only blinked in response.

"Is she mute? Or she deaf? Do you know sign language?" Eggsy whispered loudly, not bothered by the fact that she was right in front of him.

She raised her eyebrows.

"I am not." She said dryly. Did he not hear her scream?

"I'm Merlin." The bald man introduced himself.

"Rather late." She thought to herself. To introduce yourself after he possibly kidnapped her.

"Charlotte." She said calmly. Crap. Why did she say that? Because she was an idiot, that's why.

"We know." Eggsy admitted.

Charlotte's eyebrows knit together. Hold up. You know?

"How?" She asked slowly. Were they stalkers?

Shit.

Merlin glared at Eggsy.

"I'll explain. We brought you here on the request of someone. We have to take you from here." He sighed.

Take you from here?

Ah crap.

As her mind processed the words, she couldn't help but mentally bang her head to a wall.

Those were definitely the sugar coated words that kidnappers used. She just didn't think it would actually happen. Being kidnapped.

The blanket balled up in her fists. She spotted a door to her left. Hmm.

"Alright." She said calmly, moving her legs closer to the edge of the bed. She prayed that they didn't notice the lumps in the bed moving towards the edge of the bed. They didn't. Or maybe they were just terrible kidnappers. A shame honestly, they didn't seem that bad.

She sighed loudly before she whipped off the blanket. She threw it roughly towards the direction of Merlin and Eggsy.

Dashing towards the door, she couldn't help but groan as it was locked.

She shook the door in vain as she heard two voices behind her.

"I won't do that if I were you." Merlin replied dryly.

Sighing, she turned and shrugged.

"I figured. It was worth a shot." She sighed dramatically. "As seeing I'm stuck here, I'll stay for that explanation."

"Sure, since you're stuck here." Eggsy mocked. He was still pissed off that she threw coffee all over his suit. He was making her pay for the dry-cleaning bill.

"Would you like to take a seat?" Merlin gestured at a comfy looking chair.

Hesitantly, she sat down on the black leather chair. Why did everything seem so goddamn expensive? Looking at Eggsy's suit, she could tell that it was custom. A regular suit off the rack didn't make you look that good. The dry-cleaning bill would be expensive. She could see a lot of ramen in her future.

"Explain." She requested.

"You know Percival, right?" Merlin asked.

Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise, "I do. From Cambridge, right? He taught an introduction course to Medieval History, focusing on King Arthur and his twelve knights."

She tilted her head and her eyebrows raised, sadly she never mastered only raising one eyebrow, "How do you know him?"

"Work." Merlin calmly responded. "Do you remember Percival suggesting you for a job interview?"

She nodded and chuckled, "He joked that it was the most dangerous job interview in the world. I didn't think I was up for it at the time. I refused."

Eggsy's eyes widened in shock as his jaw dropped.

"Y-you mean…Y-You don't mean…Her?" He spluttered unintelligently.

"Close your mouth." Merlin ordered sharply. "And yes, her."

Wow, like she didn't even have a name.

"S-She was considered…Kingsman material? And she turned it down." He looked at her, as if seeing her through new eyes. He made it sound like it was the worst or stupidest thing that she could have done, turning down the job interview.

"What's wrong with that? I needed to focus on my studies." Charlotte shot back defensively. "You can't just slack off at Cambridge." It was freakin' Cambridge for god sake.

Eggsy snorted, "So you're one of them? Just like Charlie."

Charlotte didn't know who this Charlie was, but Eggsy made him sound like dirt.

"Like what?" She spat back. She was pretty sure she wasn't this Charlie.

"A spoiled rich brat." He sneered. He crossed his arms. "I should have known."

"Eggsy!" Merlin barked. Eggsy rolled his eyes as he leaned back on the wall.

"It's not my fault that she's a spoiled brat." He sulked. He clearly respected Merlin enough to not to pick another fight. Charlotte didn't really give a crap about him, she barely knew him.

"Since when was I a spoiled brat?" Charlotte yelled back, her accusation bouncing off the stainless walls. It was hard keeping her anger in check when Eggsy tried to pick fights.

"Charlotte." Merlin sighed, he sounded like a parent scolding a child.

Charlotte bit the inner of her lip to keep herself from punching Eggsy in the face. God, he was such a jerk.

"So what does Percival have to do with all this?" Charlotte asked, bringing them back to main topic before they got side-tracked.

"He was the one who requested for us to look after you, since V-Day happened." Merlin explained. Eggsy keep his mouth shut, but she could see him clenching his jaw. Jerk.

"Who's us? And why would I need protection?" Charlotte asked, confused.

"Kingsman. You should know yourself why you need protection." Merlin drawled.

Charlotte flushed, "I'm not that important, isn't Kingsman a tailor shop?"

She briefly remember how Percival mentioned that he worked there. She had laughed at him, she couldn't imagine her old professor measuring people for suits.

"Considering how Richmond Valentine himself asked you to join him to join him at his gala, you're pretty important." Merlin replied dryly, he ignored her comment.

"It was cancelled." Charlotte mumbled. So what if Valentine asked her to join him at his gala? It was only because she had just invented something and won an award.

"Well, he was the man who caused all this." Merlin sighed. "Percival was worried about your safety, since some of Valentine's accomplices might come after you."

"I understand." Charlotte nodded.

Eggsy narrowed his eyes at her, Charlotte raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yes?" She asked.

"What did you do to attract Valentine's attention?" He frowned. He clearly didn't think she was anything special.

"I just built something. Nothing special." Charlotte waved it off. "It's no big deal."

"What did you build?" Eggsy insisted.

Charlotte could feel her patience wearing very thin.

"It was just a security system!" Charlotte protested. "No big deal."

Merlin snorted, "The same that Valentine used."

"You're kidding me. Bloody hell." Eggsy gasped. "Wow."

Charlotte shrugged. "I got help from my professors. No big deal."

Charlotte couldn't but flush in embarrassment. Now he was going to be all in awe in her intelligence. That's what she despised. When the moment people found out that she was invented a security system that they all looked at her as if she was a bloody genius. She wasn't, she just had ideas, but it wasn't just her who created it. Professors from all over the world had helped her along with Percival, who generously sponsored the creation. Apparently he wanted to use it for his side job. His side job.

"Does that mean…Percival wanted the security system for you guys?" She asked. "Aren't you just a tailor shop? I don't think you need that high-level of a security system."

Merlin smiled mysteriously, "We aren't just that."

"Let me guess." Charlotte grinned. "You're secretly hiding a superhero. You're like the real life Batman. He's Batman." She pointed at Eggsy who looked mildly pleased, and pointed at Merlin, "You're his butler, Alfred."

She bursted out laughing. "It all makes sense."

"Not quite." Merlin drawled. Eggsy snorted, uncrossing his arms.

"Would you like to find out?" Merlin raised an eyebrow.

He had good eyebrow game, Charlotte noted.

"If you accept, you will be agreeing to the most dangerous job interview in the world." He drawled.

Charlotte hesitated, she was super curious of what exactly was Kingsman but the most dangerous job interview in the world?

"Do you think I'll survive?" She asked timidly. She didn't want to blindly go into something she didn't know anything about.

Merlin shrugged, "You'll just have to find out, Charlotte."

"Why not?" Charlotte sighed, pushing herself off the chair. "I don't have anything going on anyways."

"It'll take my mind off V-Day." she thought silently to herself.

Eggsy grinned, as if he knew something she didn't.

"Good luck." He smirked.


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