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The duo stood frozen as Harry Hart made his way toward them, Scarlet Rose thought she would pass out. She wanted to reach out and touch him, as if to prove she and Merlin were seeing things, but she knew, she knew that it wasn't an illusion.
"No." Scarlet Rose said, trying to sort out her thoughts and make sense of the situation. Even if she did want to run up and give the man a hug, something just felt…off. "You're supposed to be dead."
"Clearly I'm not." Harry said as he lifted the drink in his hand.
"Obviously." Scarlet Rose said rather curtly. "But you're supposed to be."
"Scar," Hart said smiling down at Scarlet Rose. "It was just a trick too fool Valentine, don't you believe me?"
"No." Scarlet Rose said and it pained her to do so.
Hart frowned. "Alright, I'm sorry. I understand, some one you care about tricked you into think they were dead… I understand if you don't want to-"
"You're not Harry." Scarlet Rose's eyes narrowed and a scowl of rage formed on her face. She almost felt insulted by this look alike. He thought she could be easily fooled by emotions to believe he was actually Harry. The least he could've done was come up with a better explanation as to how he survived a bullet to the head.
Suddenly, the uncertain feeling inside her developed itself into an action. Scarlet Rose grabbed her gun from the inside folds of her coat, but before she could immediately act a hand grabbed her arm. She whirled around, saw the woman that had her arm and instantaneously broke out into a fight.
Merlin charged toward the Harry look alike, but two men from the crowd pinned him against a wall and injected some sort of drug into his neck.
"Merlin!" Scarlet Rose called to him, but she was caught up in fending off the blonde haired woman. She hissed at the blonde as the one of the two men that attacked Merlin caught her from behind.
The echoing sounds of gunshots went off in the club, the on goers screamed and people began to trample out of the club.
"Shit!" Scarlet Rose growled as she squirmed in the giant man's grasp. "Shitshitshit!"
She flung her head backwards, crushing the man's nose and forcing him to drop her. Once she landed on the ground she whirled around to face the Harry impersonator when she slowly realized that she was surrounded and all their guns were pointed at her.
Harry walked toward Scarlet Rose, his hands in his pockets and a devious grin splayed on his face. She remained absolutely still. He was standing close enough for her to snap his neck, but if she acted on it she'd most likely get killed. Would it be worth it?
The man leaned into Scarlet Rose's ear. She had to hold herself back from killing the man even though every inch of her being encouraged her to do so.
"How does it feel to be beaten by the man you love?" he whispered.
"There's only one problem with that question." Scarlet Rose whispered back. "You're not the man I love."
The Harry look alike chuckled and pressed a needle into her neck. She felt her body go warm as the drug began to take her and within seconds she fell to the ground, blacking out.
Flashback...
"We can't be together, Harry!" Scarlet Rose burst.
"Of course we can!"
"No, it's dangerous," Scarlet Rose said. "We can't work together properly if we care too much about each other. In our line of work emotions get us killed."
"Don't say that, Scar." Harry said. "Please don't leave me."
"What happened to wanting me to leave Kingsman?" Scarlet Rose accused. "You said I should leave."
"That's when I thought you would leave the agency for good." Harry said. "Not transfer to another agency."
"I'm not letting you slip away." Harry said as he stepped forward. "I love you."
Scarlet Rose squinted. She scowled and tried to turn away but Harry held her firmly.
"Tell me you love me too." Harry said.
"I don't love you." Scarlet Rose glared at a corner of the room.
"I dare you to look me in the eyes and tell me you don't love me." Harry said.
Scarlet Rose looked up at Harry, tears in her eyes. As much as she pained to say it, she had to. She had to tell him she didn't love him.
"Harry," she whimpered. "I can't- I-" before she could finish her statement Harry stole her mouth with his, kissing her as if his life depended on it.
Scarlet couldn't get herself to stop him. She didn't want him to.
And that night, the duo would probably both agree, was the best night of their lives. Though the next morning would be the most heartbreaking moment of all.
Harry muttered inaudible words as he turned over in his bed, he reached his arm out expecting to snuggle the love of his life, but nothing was there. Harry opened his eyes and stared at the spot Scar was last… she definitely wasn't there. He got up from his bed and narrowed his eyes, wondering where she could've gone.
Harry got dressed and exited the room. He looked down the hallway to find Merlin standing at the window, his clipboard in hand.
"Merlin, you know where Scar is?" Harry asked.
"She's gone."
Harry frowned. "Very funny, now where is she?"
"By right now? At the Peace Rose headquarters getting her latest assignment." Merlin said.
After a beat of silence Harry realized Merlin was being completely serious.
"When is she coming back?" Harry asked, almost frantic.
"She's not coming back, Harry." Merlin said. "She left on accord with her grandmother, so she left early this morning."
End of Flashback...