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Important Note: So I had the idea for this fanfic for a while but kept talking myself out of it...until I happened to be listening to Pink's 'Who Knew' on my MP3-yeah, I'm that old-and the lyrics suddenly clicked for me. In the original fanfic Eggsy went back in time three years after Harry's death and yeah...I took it as a sign and had to use the song in this. Also you'll have to wait until the next chapter to find out all the things Eggsy remembered because of the song. I'm evil that way.

Who Knew?

He was being left out of the loop again, the three men in charge of his fate standing off to the side talking about him like he wasn't even there. Very obviously talking about him, which annoyed the fuck out of Eggsy on multiple levels. But there was nothing he could do about it, especially since they seemed determined to wait until the blood work came back to talk more about who he was. Apparently the question of 'Who's your Daddy?' was all they cared about. Eggsy would like to be able to remember that too, obviously. Especially since he couldn't even be sure his name was 'Eggsy' until the bloodwork came back.

The name was growing on him at least.

Rolling his shoulders, his body was stiffening up on him, Eggsy wondered if they'd trust him with a writing utensil. It had just occurred to him that he should write down things he knew to be true and keep a record of them in written form. Maybe thinking of questions to ask himself would help jog more memories too. And not excruciating headaches, though knowing his luck that's what he'd end up getting.

After about twenty minutes of fidgeting and complete boredom the doc's assistant came in with what was hopefully the test results. Either way it was a distraction and Eggsy hopped off the bed he'd been sitting on and made his way over to find out.

Ergo, he was just close enough to see their reactions but not understand what the assistant had said to them. But their faces and the looks they aimed in his direction did NOT bode well for him.

"That I should live long enough to see such a thing be possible." Arthur breathed out, the old man's eyes shining like a kid at Christmas.

The other two men did not look nearly as thrilled, Eggsy focusing on Arthur for that reason as he asked if they'd been correct about his parentage and name.

"One moment." Arthur stated before thanking the assistant for his quick work.

He then asked the man and the doctor to leave them for the timing being, the two men quickly vacating the space so that Eggsy found himself alone with the possibly crazy old man and two others who were looking at him like he'd just spoiled the ending of 'Deathly Hollows' for them.

Arthur cleared his throat pointedly, insuring he had Eggsy's full attention.

"Yes. According to these tests you are Lee Unwin's son. Gary 'Eggsy' Unwin. His only child with his wife, Michelle Unwin. He passed away when you were five years old while training to become a member of the organization I head. Died saving my son, Harry, and another member of this organization."

"Right. Okay. That's...that's good. Not about me bein orphaned at five, that fucking sucks, but the knowing who I am bit. Or at least my name and-I can stay with my family? My mum, I mean. Maybe bein around her would help my memories come back, yeah?" Eggsy tried to picture his mum, this Michelle, but couldn't. "And why are they lookin at me like that?"

"They are looking at you like that because...well because you should only be a small boy, Eggsy. Which you quite obviously are not. You arrived in London with information you shouldn't have had-and letters that indicated that you are Eggsy-but an Eggsy from the future."

The look the old man aimed in his direction did not bode well for him. "Eggsy...it is currently 1999."

It took a minute for what the man was imply to make any kind of sense.

"Wait-wot? Ya tryin ta say that-wot? You think I'm...I'm...that I'm a fucking time traveler?"

"Our very own Marty McFly."

After a moment Eggsy got the reference-that movie was OLD school-and yeah, old guy was crazy.

Looking to the other two men for some signs of sanity Eggsy realized with a sinking feeling in his chest that nope, no help there.

Fuck

He couldn't have traveled through time. That was fucking ridiculous. That stuff was only possible in books, movies, and TV shows. Like 'Doctor Who'. He did not go around saying 'Allons-y' and 'Timey-whimey stuff'. He did not own a Tardis, and even if he wanted to phone booths like that were bloody hard to find and he wasn't exactly the wood working sort.

"You're all mad."

"Let me explain further."

And that's precisely what the old man did. He told Eggsy about why they'd come to retrieve him in the first place. About the map, the information about where to find Harry-when Harry hadn't even made plans to be at that spot at the time Eggsy had been found. And while Eggsy could have easily argued those points-sorta-Arthur went on to remind Eggsy that he was convinced he knew Harry, Merlin and Thomas. But they didn't know him. Did they look different to him? Specifically younger? Had the buildings and places they'd driven past on the way here looked familiar in some cases, while in others not at all. Like there should be different businesses there or even buildings?

"-and you could argue that we're lying about what year it is-but I'm willing to take you back to London, Eggsy. I think we can agree that however intelligent and resourceful I might be, de-aging an entire city is rather beyond my abilities."

Eggsy opened and closed his mouth a few times, no words coming out. He was at a loss for them. He felt like his brains had been scrambled. Possibly eaten by aliens.

"According to the letters you came here with-from the future-you were sent back in time to protect Harry from Chester King the Second, who also came back in time to most likely change history as he knew it. You are a member of my organization, though obviously a future one. You are a Kingsman."

Kingsman. That name...that name meant something to him. A warmth in his chest. A sense of belonging.

But the rest of it-fuck the rest of it.

"You know how mental this all sounds, right?"

"Would you prefer we view you as a threat?" Merlin asked, finally joining the conversation.

Harry was still being noticeably silent. Instinct said that did not bode well for Eggsy.

Did he want them to think he was the bad guy? No. Duh. Did he want to believe he was a time traveler who might be responsible for saving the world and space time continuum? Hell to the fucking NO.

To buy himself some time Eggsy asked Harry what he thought about all of this.

"I think either I accept you're Eggsy Unwin-or that our organization has been so thoroughly hacked that you and whoever you work for made this mess seem possible. Currently...I can't decide which is worse."

Ouch. Eggsy was tempted to ask the man what he really thought, but he thought better of it.

"So saying I believe you-which I'm really having a hard time doing-now what do we do?"

"Well to start I imagine you could do with some food, then sleep." Arthur stated very reasonably. "Tomorrow we'll take you into London, as I said earlier, and you can see for yourself what time you're currently living in."

Since he didn't have a better idea Eggsy agreed that that sounded good to him. And he was hungry, now that he was thinking about it.

"Then let's get you fed, shall we."

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Time traveling gave the young man quite the appetite, it seemed. Eggsy had set upon the food offered to him with single-minded focus, which Harry was fairly sure had been deliberate move. Eggsy didn't want to think about the recent revelations thrown at him-or wanted them to think that he didn't want to think about them. But that was becoming harder and harder for Harry to believe as the hours ticked by. God help him, he was beginning to believe that this actually was a grownup Eggsy Unwin. Lee's son. Who had traveled through time to protect him from Kay's son, who was currently a child right now. Or at least the Chester Jr from his time. The one potentially from the future would be older than this Eggsy by a few years.

Arthur, of course, was absolutely fascinated by this turn of events. The poor man was obviously doing his best to stop himself in from asking Eggsy an endless stream of questions about the future of their country and world. The changes in technology would interest him the most, as that great love was something Arthur had most definitely passed on to his son.

Looking in Merlin's direction, the Scotsman seemed deep in thought, Harry nudged his friend with his foot, giving him a questioning look when Merlin focused on him.

"Just thinking that we need to go over that case of his with a fine-toothed comb."

"Why?" Eggsy wanted to know, setting a propriety hand on the case he'd placed beside him on the bench style seating.

"There's something in there you were looking for but didn't find. I'm guessing it's important. Might be something to remind you of who you are."

"Like the family piccie Marty McFly had in the Back to the Future movie?"

"Exactly."

Eggsy seemed to consider this for a moment, then turned back to his food.

"I've also been wondering if there's something to that song you sang. The one you used to open the case in the first place. Maybe that's a clue to you." Arthur suggested, joining the conversation once more.

"Ya think?"

"Unless you made it up."

That Eggsy didn't have to think about. The younger man immediately stated that it was part of the chorus from a Pink song.

"Pink?" Merlin repeated.

"Yeah. Wot? Ya don't have her music yet?" The look on Eggsy's face seemed to say 'poor you'.

"I don't believe so. I take it you enjoy her music?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah. She's pretty brill. She was better in my teens, her new stuff ain't quite as good, but I'm got her on my playlists. The song's one of her older ones. It's called 'Who Knew'."

Merlin asked what the song was about.

"Well the song's about a bird who loses her bloke. In the music video he ODs, but just listening to it, the idea is she thought they'd always be together, and she'd have called anyone who thought otherwise barmy. She's basically cursin him out for dying on her."

"And you're here to prevent a death." Arthur observed.

"Yeah...but I don't get the ODing vibe from Harry here. Unless ya can frown yourself ta death."

'Cute. Very cute.' Harry silently conveyed as he gave Eggsy a less than amused look.

The way Eggsy grinned back at him, it was like he was agreeing with the 'Cute' insinuation.

"So then the song is probably a dead end." Merlin mused, possibly to save Harry from making a further idiot of himself. Which Harry actually appreciated because yes, it would very much be for the best if he didn't think Eggsy was cute in the slightest.

"I can sing it after. See if it jogs any memories." A considering look. "So who's popular right now? It's not even 2000-fuckin hell, the Spice Girls are still together, ain't they?"

Merlin's face fell like a child being told that Santa wasn't real. "They break up?"

Reaching over across the table, Eggsy gave Merlin's arm a pat. "Yeah. Sorry, Bruv. Ginger left em in the lurch, and while they got back together for the Olympics when we hosted-and maybe a couple times I don't remember-but yeah...don't think they'll be getting back together in my future. I mean everyone but Victoria probably would if the price was right, but Posh don't need the green, so probably not."

"She has the best career after the group broke up?" Harry found that seriously hard to believe. And it couldn't be that the woman had been the most responsible with her money. She was the one most obsessed with brand names and such.

"Married Beckham, didn't she? And she did other stuff with fashion and-" Eggsy trailed off, then snapped his fingers. "Hold on. They got together for a year back in...I was in school. 2007, maybe? So you could see em then, right?"

"I suppose." Merlin acknowledged, the man outright sulking as he pushed food around his plate with his fork.

Embarrassing, in Harry's opinion.

The rest of the meal was spent with Merlin peppering Eggsy with questions, having thrown caution to the wind, while Arthur speculated as to just how wise it was to ask questions about the future-and then also gave in and started asking his own questions, because apparently he couldn't help himself either.

And Harry knew, logically, that he should be reining them in and being the voice of reason-but he just couldn't work up the energy to do it. Unlike his boss and friend Harry was busy focusing on the fact that time travel might be possible in his lifetime and one, how was that possible, and two...was he the only one who realized how dangerous time travel was? Really was? Because while he was not the sci-fi geek that Merlin or Arthur were Harry had read enough books and watched enough telly to know that there was always major consequences to messing with time.

One wrong move and they could end the whole world-at least to hear some writers tell it.

Deep, depressing thoughts he might be thinking, but Harry was still on guard where Eggsy was concerned and snapped right back to attention the minute the boy moved to leave his seat beside Harry.

As Harry watched Eggsy slid off his seat and grabbing his tray walked it over to bus it. At least the boy had decent manners that way. And once done the boy set aside the tray and then started back towards them, his pace slowing as a faintly troubled look came over his face. His lips started moving, whatever he was saying too low for Harry to hear.

Dammit, the way Eggsy had his head angled made lip reading hard too, so Harry risked interrupting and called out to Eggsy, asking him what he was saying.

Merlin and Arthur twisted in their seats to look in Eggsy's direction too.

"Just tryin to remember ow the first verse of that Pink song starts. It's easier to remember when you got the music playin, ya know? I think-'you took my hand is how it starts..?"

Eggsy started mumbling the words again to himself. Or at least that's what he wanted them to think. Or hell...was probably the case, damn them all. To think Harry had actually thought that the worst thing to happen tonight would be running into Christopher.

The sound of snapping fingers. "Think I got it now."

"Well then, let's hear it. You have a lovely voice, by the way."

Ducking his head a little bashfully, Eggsy thanked Arthur for the compliment.

Then taking a deep breath, and directing his gaze down towards the floor, Eggsy began to sing again in a voice that really was lovely, to say the least.

"You took my hand
You showed me how
You promised me you'd be around
Uh-huh, that's right"

Eggsy's whole body jerked a little, the boy's head snapping up and suddenly his full focus was on Harry. Their gazes were locked like they were in a death match, Harry's breath catching in his throat at the intensity being directed at him now as Eggsy picked up where he'd left off. Singing now with bite to his words. A bite with an underlying hint of terrible, deep pain.

"I took your words and I believed
In everything, you said to me
Yeah, huh, that's right

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
'Cause they're all wrong
I know better
'Cause you said forever and ever
Who knew?

Remember when we were such fools
And so convinced and just too cool
Oh, no
No, no

I wish I could touch you again
I wish I could still call you friend
I'd give...anything."

Worse. So much worse, the way Eggsy was looking at Harry now as he very purposely walked towards him. Where before there'd been anger, bitterness and pain, now there was...God help him. Now there was something that looked very much like love in the other man's eyes as Eggsy sang to him like he wanted the words he was singing to be engraved into Harry's very being so that he'd never forget them.

"When someone said count your blessings now
'Fore they're long gone
I guess I just didn't know how
I was all wrong
They knew better
Still you said forever and ever
Who knew?

Yeah, yeah
I'll keep you locked in my head
Until we meet again
Until we, until we meet again
And I won't forget you my friend
What happened?

If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
'Cause they're all wrong and

That last kiss
I'll cherish
Until we meet again
And time makes
It harder
I wish I could remember

But I keep
Your memory
You visit me in my sleep
My darling
Who knew?

My darling
My darling
Who knew?
My darling
I miss you
My darling
Who knew?

Who knew?"

The last lines were spoken with barely a foot between them-but it was close enough that Harry moved just in time to leap to his feet and grab Eggsy as the boy suddenly toppled forward and into his arms like a puppet whose strings had just been cut. Holding him, cradling Eggsy against his chest in spite of himself, Harry stared at Eggsy as Eggsy stared back at him, pupils blown.

"It's like a fucking multiverse." Eggsy whispered to him, just getting the words out before he passed out in Harry's arms.