Hey guys, SO SO SO sorry for the long wait. But holidays and life have been hectic. Friends having babies, other friends going through personal issues, and it's just been sooooo crazy, not to mention the wall I hit for this story.

Which brings me to this: If you guys have any little things you want to see happen, Merlin and Harry, or Harry and Eggsy, or just anything at all, let me know in the comments section and I'll see what I can do.

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Harry's taken to scurrying around in the vents as a way of scaring Merlin. He loved seeing the ever-composed man shriek, losing that composure if only for that moment. Plus, Merlin wouldn't let up with that 'mouse' nickname, so might as well live up to the expectation, right?

But before he even got to that grate, he felt there was something wrong. The lab's lights were never turned off, not even when it was unoccupied. But here and now, the room Harry was peeking into, was pitch black. Worried now, Harry slipped out his knife from the hidden holster in his sleeve, his other hand quietly removing the screws on the grate. Pulling the metal away, Harry pushed his hearing out, but couldn't hear much over the hum of the many machines that idled in this room.

He cautiously slipped his face out enough to look in, his eyes having adjusted to the light a while back. He didn't see much out of place, chairs still pushed in under desks, the various colored lights blinking to indicate their processes. Weird...Where was Merlin? He was usually overseeing the new tech development during this time of the day. Harry'd been gone for a couple weeks in Slovokia, but Merlin would have told him had his schedule changed...wouldn't he? They talked every chance they got on the comms, so surely...

Was it an attack? But if it was an attack, what attacker would take the time to tidy up and turn off the lights and everything before leaving? Harry decided he'd have to investigate, and would hold off on calling this in, lest it be something small, like a short in the fuse or something just as trivial.

With the same grace and silence as a waiting panther, Harry slipped out of the vent and landed delicately on the desk directly underneath the grate, forgoing closing the vent in case he had to make a hasty exit.

The abrupt appearance of the overhead lights blinded Harry for all of a second, but that was all he needed to pull out his guns, aiming them at -

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" a chorus of voices, thirty strong, shouted. Harry blinked, both pistols aimed at Merlin holding a ... a cake. With ... candles.

Herded behind him were Arthur, Dr. McKenna, a few of the Kingsmen agents - Percivel, Tristan, and Gareth - and a massive amount of technicians and 'interns', all wearing party hats and throwing confetti and streamers. Over their head, was a banner (and how the Hell did Harry miss that at first glance of the room?!), declaring in cheerful red paint, Happy Fifteenth!

Harry would scold himself for this later for letting so much of his surprise show, but he all out gaped at them, even as they surrounded him clapping him on the back, he stared at the birthday cake, at Merlin's smiling face, the barrels of his guns still aimed at the frosting with his name on it.

"Did you think we weren't going to remember your birthday, lad?" Merlin crowed, and Arthur clapped a hand on Harry's shoulder, slow enough where Harry saw it coming and could repress his flinch. "Happy birthday, son."

For a moment, anger overshadowed the surprise. "I could have SHOT you!" Harry clicked on the safety of the pistols, and tucked them back into his chest holsters. But instead of feeling admonished for doing something as tremendously stupid as scaring a trained killer by throwing a surprise birthday party, they all laughed, as if their lives hadn't just been ended by friendly fire. Despite it all, Harry found himself feeling slightly...giddy...that they'd been so thoughtful to do something like this...even though Harry couldn't have given a bigger flying fuck about his birthday.

But the proud smile on Merlin's face when he shoved the cake under Harry's nose and said, "I baked it myself." to which, Tristan replied, "Oi, I helped!" had Harry thinking that maybe it was worth suffering through this. He owed them at least his respect.

"You frosted it, Tristan," Gareth put in, his arms crossed over his chest as he beamed back at Harry. "I mix the ingredients."

Harry had the urge to laugh. Instead, he said, "Aren't you supposed to not be together in the same room? New regs, right?"

"After your little stunt, kneecap-ing all of us in the elbows," Tristan huffed, shaking his arm in front of Harry's face. "No, we're not all supposed to be in the same room together all at once."

"Which is why..." Arthur said, and produced a phone to show to Harry. On the screen were the smiling faces of the other Kingsman Knights.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GALAHAD!" Gawain, Geraint, Kay, and Lamorak all said in unison.

Feeling slightly flustered and embarrassed by all this attention and effort for little ol' him, Harry waved back, feeling a flush of red creeping up his neck.

They moved back enough for Harry to hop off the table.

"Happy birthday, Harry." He was met with the warm face of his psychiatrist, Dr. McKenna's hand outstretched. Harry took the proffered hand and shook it. "Hello, Doctor. So they dragged you into this too, eh?"

"Actually, it was all his idea," Percivel added, coming up to press a glass of champagne into Harry's hands.

Harry looked down at the bubbly liquid, an invitation to join the festivities, then back up to his doctor, who simply inclined an eyebrow upwards as if to say 'It's your choice, Harry', and after a moment...Harry thought why not? He took a sip.

"All right, ladies and gents, let's get this party started!" Merlin's declaration was met with a loud cheer, and before Harry knew it, he was passed around from one smiling and congratulating person to another, his champagne glass always filled, and his company never left alone for one second by either Merlin, Dr. McKenna, or Arthur.

Afterwards..

Slightly tipsy, his emotions elevated in a way it hasn't been since that day his father had the fortune of winning a bonus at their job and they had a wonderful day out in the city, Harry sat amongst the piles and piles of gift-wrapping paper, surrounded by his new gifts and the team that he's come to know as so much more, giggling at the way Percivel was decorating an oblivious Gareth's head with streamers, Harry decided that maybe he was...for the first time in a very long time...content, if not happy.

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Eggsy stared out the windows of his school. He couldn't help but wonder where he has gone. Those eyes, usually always on him, hadn't been there for more than a week now, watching him from afar. He couldn't say he missed it. Eggsy couldn't say that he was worried.

But what if something had happened to Colin? What if Colin had disappeared, and Eggsy would never get his answers? What if...

What if Colin got tired of watching Eggsy...and decided that he'd leave too?

An unfathomable emotion swelled in Eggsy's chest at the thought, and he had to grit his teeth, turning away from the outside world to focus on the study book in front of him. What did he care if that Colin boy left? What would be the difference?

They all left, one way or another. And in the end, Eggsy was alone.

"Ay, mate." Eggsy felt a nudge in his back, and he saw something out of the periphery of his vision. He looked down to see that his friend, Henry, sitting behind him, had slipped a note under his desk and was waiting for Eggsy to take it. He glanced towards the teacher, but she was still at the chalkboard, writing as she read from the text.

He took the paper, and unfolded it to read the note within.

Let's 86 the rest of the day, bruv. This history stuff is well bad.

Eggsy thought about it, looked back out the window for just a second more, but felt no inquisitive gazes on him, and after a moment...Eggsy thought why not?