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Not A Typical Monday

After breakfast Harry escaped upstairs to get properly dressed and collect his briefcase and laptop case. Dragging his feet was an appealing thought, he was man enough to admit that knowing what was to come, but Harry told himself to man up and headed downstairs where of course both Eggsy and Daisy were waiting for him beside the staircase. Not that it was unusual for them to see him off. This was usually when Eggsy gave him his and Merlin's lunches before wishing him a good day at work, and Daisy either waved or said bye too. But given the looks Daisy had been giving him during breakfast Harry was fairly sure she wasn't waiting to make sure he got his lunch or tried to take her to daycare.

Eggsy's flushed cheeks and the way his shoulders were hunched suggested the boy knew too.

Daisy, meanwhile, gave him such an expecting look that Harry knew he was stuck and there'd be no wiggling his way off the hook, so to speak. How could he deny her? Harry might never have been one to back down from a fight or argument as it wasn't in his nature. Unfortunately neither was denying a lady a request or upsetting a toddler.

That being the case Harry set down his briefcase and laptop case in front of the staircase and then went over to stand in front of Eggsy. Who tipped his head up to meet Harry's gaze while looking rather like a deer caught in headlights.

Harry hoped his eyes conveyed his apology sufficiently.

Leaning forward Harry briefly brushed his lips over the faint bruise and then drew back, deliberately not looking in Eggsy's direction as he asked Daisy if there were any more injuries he needed to see to before he left for the day. Anything to distract himself from the lung full of Eggsy's scent he'd just gotten. The boy smelled of male, baked goods, and home and…and damn the entirely inappropriate thoughts current running through his mind.

And oh fuck, what if Eggsy had an injury somewhere covered by clothing that Daisy knew about?

SHIT.

While he told himself that putting his lips on any other part of Eggsy's anatomy was not going to happen regardless of what his ward said, Daisy seemed to mull his question over for a minute before bending her elbow in Harryy's direction, pointing at it with her other hand.

Surprised, Eggsy hadn't mentioned Daisy hurting herself, Harry shifted over and then squatted down to get a look at her elbow for himself. What on earth was she…oh. He saw what she was pointing at now as he leaned in closer, the mark only a faint discoloration. It had to be at least a few weeks old.

Her cheeks pink and her body wiggling from head to toe, Daisy wouldn't meet his gaze when he looked from her elbow to her.

Understanding dawning after a moment, Harry could feel himself turn to mush as he smiled over at an equally mushy looking Eggsy before he did as requested and placed a quick, smacking kiss on her elbow. "There you go. I hope it's all better now, Daisy."

A shy nod, followed by a hiccup like giggle as Daisy brought both hands up to hide her face behind them and Mr. Fox.

"Good." Giving her head a pat, what else could he do when confronted with such adorable cuteness, Harry straightened up and turned around to go and collect his things again. Sliding the strap of his laptop case back over his shoulder and grabbing his briefcase Harry turned back to them with a smile on his face.

"Don't forget the lunches." Eggsy blurted out, the first he'd spoken. "And Merlin's biscuits for the week. You'll need to put yours in ta the fridge to keep till lunchtime." Eggsy picked up a large cloth bag from where he'd set it on a table and held it out to Harryy with cheeks that were still looking on the pink side. Though not nearly as bad as his sister's.

Coming over Harry took the bag from him, careful that their hands didn't touch. "Thank you. He'll appreciate both."

Eggsy shoved his hands into his pockets. "It ain't no prob."

Daisy wasn't the only one who was too cute this morning.

Harry cleared his throat before telling them both to take care. And that he'd see them for dinner.

"Bye, Harry."

"Bye, Unca Harry."

Giving them a little wave Harry headed out the door with what he was sure was a ridiculous smile on his face.

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Harry kept his smile right up until he arrived at his office to discover not just Merlin waiting for him, but the healer that Chloe had sent to evaluate him. Joy. Though at least the young healer looked about as happy to be there as Harry was, which offered the hope that this would be a short examination. He hadn't cultivated his reputation as a horrible patient for decades for nothing after all. And Chloe should have known better than to-oh. Oh Fuck.

Chloe did know him, Harry realized in a flash of insight. The man watching him so carefully was, unquestionably, Harry's type physically. A coincidence, possibly, but not bloody likely. Especially when the man in question finally met his gaze and there were nerves, yes, but also interest once Harry was treated to a full body scan.

An amused snort had Harry glancing in Merlin's direction, the look in the Scot's eyes tempting Harry to keep the bastard's biscuits for himself. Only Merlin would just ring Eggsy to get more, the gluttonous bastard, and he didn't want the boy to think-shit. Nevermind.

Marching over Harry ordered Merlin to hold the cloth bag open for him, and when Merlin cooperate, because of course he knew what was in the bag, Harry retrieved his lunch and then asked if the man had any business to discuss aside from his gluttony.

"It can wait until after your physical."

"Fine. Until then."

Dismissing Merlin with a pointed look, and getting an even bigger smirk in response, Harry forced himself to ignore the man's cheek and instead turned back around to walk over to the healer who'd gotten to his feet as Harry approached. "My apologies for my rudeness. I'm Harry Hart. You're here to see me, I assume."

"Yes, Sir. I'm Lewis Redwall. It's an honor."

Taking the hand offered Harry shook it and then suggested that they head into his office.

"Thank you."

Together they headed into his office, Harry walking over to his desk to unload everything before they got started. "I just need to put my lunch away and then we can get started."

Stowing his lunch into the mini fridge that previously had only been used for drinks before Eggsy had come into his life, Harry placed his lunch sack inside before straightening up and walking around to stand in front of the healer who had been quite obviously checking out his arse moments before.

Amused, but too much of a gentleman to call the man on it, Harry gestured for the healer to go ahead with his scans while thinking that it would have been even more amusing if this physical had required him to undress. But he had no physical wounds that needed to be looked over so this was going to be a simple look over of his aura for signs of magical disruptions and then a deeper scan that would allow the healer to detect any internal problems that might suggest there was something physically wrong with him that might need to be addressed.

Moving into position the healer's eyes went white, all traces of his formerly blue irises gone as he looked over Harry's aura with total focus. And remained silent when normally Harry would have been given a verbal evaluation of what the healer was seeing. Odd. In fact, the man's brows were furrowing in a way that suggested he was either seeing something surprising or was having difficult interpreting what he was seeing.

"How does it look?"

"Surprising."

Eyebrows rising at the man's tone of voice, Harry asked what he meant.

A telling pause, the majority of the man's focus still on Harry's aura. "I was shown images of your last two aura scans, Sir. There are…marked differences this time around. Not bad ones. Far from it in fact." The healer rushed to reassure him. "It's a great deal healthier now. The colors are brighter and more in synch with each other. Less grey and almost no black now. Excellent, really. Madam will be pleased."

Well that was unexpected.

He was a killer. That was a simple, unarguable truth. One's aura always reflected such things no matter how justified the bloodshed had been. The black and grey, the dimmer colors, those were all something Kingsman agents dealt with and expected in their aura scans. And when one had been in the business as long as he had…well such things were cumulative, and always got worse with age as opposed to better.

"Why would this be happening?" He was spending more time behind a desk these days, yes, but that should have only stalled the darkening, not reversed the effects of decades as a Kingsman.

"I'm not sure. The brightening of the colors, it was likely caused by your improved physical and mental health, Sir. The last two scans were taken while you were recovering from serious injuries after all. Have you been following the diet and exercise regime you were given?"

What was Redwall talking about? Wait. Nevermind. He had been given some 'literature' to read the last time he'd dealt with one of Chloe's healers. And multiple times before that. What had he done with all that wasted paper anyway? They were probably shoved in his desk somewhere. Or recycled since one did have to think of the environment.

"I have been eating better." That was true, even if it hadn't been a deliberate choice on his part. "And working out more." To counteract the stones he'd put on otherwise because of Eggsy's superior cooking.

"That would have helped." The healer agreed as his eyes went normal for a moment. "I'm going to look deeper now. That might tell me more about the reason for the changes."

"Understood."

A few minutes of deep body scans and the answers the healer was looking for weren't to be found it seemed. If his aura had surprised the healer, his body flabbergasted the poor man.

Harry watched with a mixture of amusement and dumbfounded surprise of his own as the healer made the strangest of expressions that only got weirder the longer the healer looked him over. He didn't know what to think as the minutes ticked by but didn't want to interrupt the healer since the man looked so deep in concentration.

And then the man was striding forward, grabbing Harry's head without permission.

Immediate grabbing the man's wrists, it was instinct, Harry watched as the man's eyes went from milk white to normal again as the healer came back into himself and met Harry's gaze. And realized what he'd just down.

"My apologies, Sir! It's just-I don't…Have you received any medical treatment since you were last looked over by one of our people? Someone with powerful body magic?"

"No. Why?"

The healer swiped a hair through his hair in agitation as soon as Harry turned him loose. "Something- something isn't right here. Or it is right but I don't know how it can be. How I can be seeing what I'm seeing unless the healers that telepathed me your previous scans bollocked something up? But that can't be it because I reviewed your sodding record before I came here. I know what I should be seeing and I'm not seeing it! And I don't know why that is and Madam is going to bloody well kill me if I mess this up!"

Having been on the receiving line of Chloe's displeasure Harry could sympathize with the man. But he still didn't know what the fuck was wrong and demanded the healer explain himself better.

"Your body is in amazing shape!" The healer blurted out, visibly rattled as he punctuated his point with wild hand gestures. "You barely survived that head wound! Most people wouldn't have survived for cripes sake. But it's hardly there anymore! It's like the wound is years old now! And the rest of you! You've been a Kingsman agent for decades. You're notorious for injuring yourself and then not taking proper care of yourself. You should have serious signs of bones that were broken, more evidence of muscles strained and scar tissue and arthritis and…you're too healthy!"

Now that was something Harry could honestly say no healer had EVER said to him before.

"When was the last time you had one of your migraines?"

Opening and then closing his mouth Harry actually had to think about that for a moment. After his head injury he'd suffered through the bloody things at least a couple of times a week at the very least, though thanks to the potions at his disposal they usually hadn't been a problem for long. But he hadn't had to gulp down one of the nasty things once last week. And while he'd had a headache the week before it had been work related rather than a result of his head injury. Or at least he was fairly sure of that.

"Well over a week. Closer to two, really."

"And other than changing your diet and getting some more exercise you've done nothing differently health wise?"

"No."

The healer pointed a finger at Harry's forehead. "Then this does not make sense. Sir."

"I am a selkie. And those with water magic are the best healers."

"I know that. That still doesn't explain what I'm seeing here." Another swipe through his hair, which was now sticking up like a hedgehog's. "I'll have to arrange for a more senior healer to come look you over. I was just supposed to do the scans and make sure there wasn't any cause for concern when it came to your rate of healing. I don't have the knowledge or training to understand what I'm seeing here."

A fact which was obviously irking the man quite a lot.

"Could you not just inform Chloe that I'm in excellent health and leave it at that?"

"As if she'd believe that."

Point.

Dammit.

Together they shared a look that made it clear that yes, they were both screwed. And not in a good way.

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And of course the fun just kept on coming after Harry had seen the healer out of his office and returned to his desk to bemoan the fact that he was most likely going to have to deal with Chloe herself once Redwall reported back to her. That and puzzle over his strange good health as well, though at least that was a welcome surprise. Eggsy would be relieved to hear it.

He was just reaching for his cellphone to text the boy the good news when a hard knock at the door had Harry setting it aside as he told whoever it was to enter.

The look Merlin aimed in his direction once he was inside with the door closed behind him was not a happy one.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Merlin's tone said otherwise. "How'd the exam go?"

"Clean bill of health."

"No surprise."

"How does that not surprise you? It surprised the hell out of-" The looks Merlin was giving him suddenly made sense. "Merlin. I didn't seduce the healer into lying to Chloe for me."

Merlin's expression made it clear how much he believed him. And that it was the reason he was angry, though Harry wasn't entirely sure why. It wasn't like there had been anything bad for the healer to find if Harry had seduced the man in order to avoid future visits with healers.

"I swear on Daisy's life I'm fine. And that I didn't have sex in here." In fact it had probably been quite some time since anyone had had sex in this office considering it had been King's before his. Now when Merlin's father had been in charge…nevermind. He'd rather not think about that.

"Oh. Good."

"I would think you'd be pleased. Weren't you the one who keeps telling me I need to get more of a social life? And smirking at me earlier."

"That was before I realized that you cheating on Eggsy potentially affects my biscuit supply."

Seriously?

"Merlin. One, I would have to be dating Eggsy to cheat on him, which I'm not. We live together but we do not LIVE together. And furthermore if I was dating Eggsy of course I wouldn't cheat on him. That goes without saying. Your supply of biscuits is safe."

"If you upset him by sleeping with someone else I might be indirectly affected, you know. And then you too will be made to suffer. I have the technology."

"Do I need to tell Eggsy to cut back on your sugar intake?"

Merlin's face promised his untimely demise if he tried.

This was getting ridiculous. "If you don't have anything work related to talk about than I need to get back to mine. So that I can leave at a reasonable time and be home for dinner as Eggsy prefers." Harry tacked on, just in case Merlin had come to unload a great deal of work on him.

"Actually I came to tell you that next week you have to go to Kentucky for a bit. Champ says that whatever he wants to talk with you about has to be face to face. I did manage to arrange it so that you leave Tuesday, after dropping Daisy off at daycare. You should be back sometime Thursday afternoon. Tuesday and Wednesday night I'll drop in after work to make sure they're all right for you."

"You just want Eggsy to make you dinner!"

Merlin's innocent expression wasn't fooling anyone.