Notes: Hey guys!

hello to all of you. I hope 2018 started with the best hangover ever! lol

Thank you for the comments and kudos -you're the best, as usual.

The thing with Ella predicting Dany/Jon wasn't so much as great predicting powers, more like it was obvious as fuck it was going to happen (at least in my humble opinion). I'm JonSa trash, but I know this shop ain't going nowhere... lol

I hope you enjoy the chapter!


Chapter 5

26 years ago

"God damn it, Galahad, open your eyes!" Valentina all but screamed at him.

"Don't shout." He said, but his voice came out slurred.

"Then don't be a lazy arsehole." She snapped back. "Blood loss is no excuse to die."

Harry tried to laugh at her stupid logic, but it came out a coughing fit. He had been shot in close range, on the stomach. The bullet was still lodged inside him and he was bleeding.

Valentina had managed to half drag him into this storage room, but they wouldn't be able to escape from there, especially in the condition he was in. Their extract point was almost a kilometer down.

"Give me a minute." She declared picking his gun. "I'll be back. Don't die."

Harry wished he could give her some smartass answer, but he was so fucking heavy and tired. She left the room and he heard gun shots and yelling, but it felt like it was too far away from him. He felt the vibrations of an explosion, but he barely heard the noise. This couldn't be a good sign.

He didn't know how long he was there alone, but eventually the door opened and Valentina came back. She had a bloody gash on her forehead.

"I thought you'd left." He murmured, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"It did cross my mind." She answered, holstering her weapon. "You're a pain in my arse."

"Merlin likes your arse." He mumbled with a grin.

"Everybody likes my arse." She commented approaching him.

"You should go." He told her. "I can't make it. I'm bleeding."

"Stop the drama." She rolled her eyes. "We started this together, we're finishing it together."

"Didn't know you cared."

She held his face between her hands. "I do. Now fight to stay awake. I am not leaving you behind." She told him forcefully.

Then she picked him on a fireman carry and started moving.

"Guinevere!" He was surprised. "I'm going to slow you down."

"You always do." She snapped, her voice a bit breathless because of the effort. "I'm still not leaving you behind.

Present day

Harry sat across from Valentina, the memory of that day still fresh on his mind. She carried him for one kilometer, until their extraction point.

After, when he was recovering, he found out that she'd gone back outside to kill the guards, so she could come back for him. She carried him over her shoulder with blood dripping from her forehead and three cracked ribs.

Everybody knew how badly Merlin had taken the news of Valentina's betrayal, but nobody ever thought of how Harry felt. It was like the whole world had crumbled under him. He liked her, he'd trusted her, she became a friend and a confident.

Merlin had only heard about her leaving. Harry had been there. He had pointed a gun to her head, watched her turn her back and leave.

Sometimes he wished he had shot her that day. But he couldn't.

"So, your daughter." He started.

"What about her?" Valentina asked easily, legs crossed, elbow on the arm of her chair, face resting on her hand.

"Who's the father?"

"Mexican agent." She informed him. "He was infiltrated on a cartel. It was a one night stand." She shrugged. "He's dead, if that's what's worrying you."

"His name?" Harry arched a brow.

"Miguel Martinez. You can check with his agency." She was absolutely calm.

Harry took a deep breath. "What are you doing here, Valentina?"

It was her turn to arch a brow. "Working."

"I don't believe you." He said.

"I don't expect you to." She told him sincerely. "It doesn't change a thing, but I understand. You don't want me here, but I don't want to be here. I had no choice."

"Do you expect me to feel sorry for you?" He asked dryly.

She rolled her eyes. "Of course not. I don't want your pity, Arthur." The name was sarcastic on her lips. "I just want to do my job in hopes I can leave soon."

Harry looked at her, unsure if he should believe her or not. There was a time he thought he could read Valentina like an open book.

Now he didn't know if he'd ever actually understood her.

"Stay away from Merlin." He warned her. "You might be here against your will, you might be working, but if you mess with him again…"

"Merlin has nothing to worry about." She snapped, finally showing a bit more of emotion. "I don't have any intention of making this harder on him."

"Or making it harder on you?" Harry replied without an ounce of sympathy now.

"You don't need to believe me." She told him brusquely. "He doesn't need to believe in me, and I don't expect he'll ever again. But whatever you think of me as a terrible person, as a traitor, I've never lied about…" She stopped and snapped her lips closed.

"About what?" He insisted.

"I'll stay away from Merlin." She informed him getting up. "Now if he'll stay away from me…" She shrugged delicately. "We all know he wasn't very good at that before."

Harry stood, pissed about the low blow. "It's different now."

"If that's what you want to believe." She made a dismissive gesture with her hand and left the room.

Shit.

XxX

"You're so fucking stupid, Valentina." The agent thought to herself, because there wasn't anyone to say it to her and she needed to hear it.

She had provoked Harry in that office. She wasn't a kid, much less a teenager; she had no excuse to behave the way she did. No fucking reason.

Well, that was a lie. She knew very well why she'd said what she did.

Merlin.

It had always been him.

She'd come back prepared for all of the attacks and the mistrust. She was quite aware that she deserved it all from their perspective. As soon as she got her orders, Valentina knew what it would be like.

However, she wasn't a baby agent -she was too fucking old for this bullshit -she could handle the hostility and even smile at their faces, while they barked at her.

She was a professional and she'd done things they couldn't even dream about. She would do whatever she had to.

Fuck Merlin for ruining it all.

Apparently, he and Harry had become besties somewhere in the last twenty years, and now Harry wanted to protect Merlin from her!

If anyone needed protection, it was Valentina.

She hadn't thought that seeing him again would be that hard. She had time to prepare before actually coming here, years to convince herself that she didn't care anymore, but it was all for nothing. The moment she saw him it all came crashing down. It was like not even one day had passed.

Merlin would always be the one that got away.

Whatever he felt for her back then was gone and it had probably been easy for him; he could focus on her betrayal and the hate he felt for her and let go. She left knowing she'd lost the trust of a great man.

Merlin had had years to get over her.

Valentina had never even managed to try.

XxX

"This is it, then? Hogwarts?"

Bors chuckled. "I did ask if you preferred to go to Disney."

Rebecca smiled at her dad. "No. Hogwarts, always."

Bors took a deep breath. "Are you really prepared for that? Once you go inside, I can't do anything…"

"Dad." She touched his left hand, that was grasping desperately at the wheel. "I am ready. Are you?"

Bors gave a strained chuckled then let his forehead fall gently against the steering wheel. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"

Rebecca arched a brow. "Talk you into this? Dad, you trained me on how to pick locks when I was seven."

He cleared his throat. "You said you were bored."

Rebecca chuckled. "You could have taught me how to play cards." She indicated.

Bors smiled at her. "I'm proud of you, Becca. Remember that always."

"Thanks, dad." She hugged him.

"Now, that's Merlin." He indicated the man at the top of the stairs. "He'll take you to meet the others."

"Ok."

"Destroy those MI-6 babies."

Her grin was feral. "I will."

Merlin was a distant sort, but Rebecca had been expecting that. Her father had alerted her that there would be no favoritism just because she was his daughter.

That was what she wanted.

He took her to a door and indicated she should go in.

She entered a room with three beds and two people, who were sparring. They stopped once she entered.

The girl was ridiculously good looking, with her perfectly straight hair and hot body. Even sweaty she looked more like one of those models in sports wear commercials than a normal human being doing exercises. The guy had Korean traces and was red faced, but was also good looking.

MI-6…

"Hey, the new kid is here." The girl grinned at her. "I'm Manuela."

"Richard." The guy said.

She cleared her throat. "I'm Rebecca."

They came closer and Rebecca waited to see what they would or say. Manuela looked her up and down and she just waited for the comments. She was used to them.

"Just one question." The woman arched a brow. "Who's going to be sitting on the Iron Throne?"

Well, that was unexpected. "Daenerys, obviously." Rebecca rolled her eyes.

"That's my girl." Manuela grinned, clearly satisfied by the answer. "Do you know how to play poker?"

"Yes…" She answered carefully.

"Great, because I'm dying of boredom."

Those MI-6 people were so weird…

XxX

Gareth looked from Roxy to Eggsy. "Why do I get the feeling you two are looking for trouble?"

"We are not!" Eggsy defended immediately.

"We just want more information." Roxy was quick to say.

"On what?" He arched a brow.

"Valentina."

"I don't know if you're aware, but she's from before my time."

"We know." Roxy assured him. "But we also know that your father was a Kingsman and you know a lot."

"Well..." Gareth drawled. "I might. What do you know about her?"

"Just what Harry told us." Eggsy admitted. "But we feel that he left something out."

Gareth sat on the closest armchair and picked his glass up. "What did he tell you?" He took a sip of his brandy.

"That she worked for the Kingsman, then left and went to work for the MI-6." Roxy told him.

Gareth snorted. "He said that?"

Eggsy and Roxy were confused, but nodded. Then they were even more confused because Gareth started laughing, then guffawing.

"What did we miss?" Eggsy asked Roxy, but she just shrugged, equally confused.

"Oh Harry…" Gareth said amidst his laughter. "Didn't know he was still that upset over it."

"Over what?" Eggsy demanded.

"What happened with Valentina was the shame of the agency for a long time." Gareth was still chuckling. "I shouldn't be shocked that they were still lying about it."

"About what?" Roxy asked, starting to get frustrated.

"Harry told you that she worked for us, then betrayed us and changed teams, right?" He checked.

"Yes."

"Well, he kind of lied." He spoke amused.

"What do you mean?" Eggsy asked shocked.

"Valentina was never a true Kingsman."

The two were looking at him, truly confused now.

Gareth rolled his eyes. "She was a spy. She was already MI-6 when she entered the Kingsman. She came here to spy on us and report back to them. And we only found out when she told us and left."

Both the younger agents had their mouths hanging up, but Eggsy recovered first. "Explain that. NOW!"


Notes: Oh Val... What the fuck are you doing?

And what the hell have you done?

Let me know your feelings!

xoxo