Chapter 13 - Change

"I'm pregnant Eggs."

Eggsy stopped dead in his tracks. His face turned to one of confusion, "What?" He said astounded. He didn't understand.

"Yeah. It's hard to take. And I still am having troubling taking it. But it's true. And I'm sure it's yours Eggsy. Radcliffe..."

Eggsy's face was evident that his mind was connecting all the dots. He never got to Roxy in time to help her. Not back when Radcliffe had Roxy for too long, not even now when she was pregnant and fighting Kingsman's worst enemy. Radcliffe, the bastard. He had got his way, and bred what he intended. The sick man.

But somehow Eggsy wasn't too alarmed by this. His child was currently in existance, being formed slowly but surely, in Roxy's womb. His child. Their child. Nothing could amount to the feeling he was now experiencing.

"Please, at least say something." Roxy said, studying his expression closely.

Eggsy picked her up and spun her in a celebratory circle, with a large smile on his face. He slowly brought her down, his eyes completely locked with her's. "This is incredible. I'm going to be a dad. Your going to be a mum. And we're going to do it together."

Roxy was happy beyond belief, that she and Eggsy were on the same page when it came to this news. "Now, I'm feeling a little sick because of that spin you've just put me through. But I'm too happy to scold you for it now." She buried her face in his, their foreheads touching and their eyes closed.

"Wait a second. You knew about your pregnancy before the attack on Kingsman even happened." Eggsy's eyes shot open and quickly turned suspicious. "You came here, pregnant, expecting a fight. You got one. What on earth were you thinking Rox? You're bruised, and tattered, I'm getting you to a doctor immediately."

"I'm pregnant, not disabled, or sick. You realize that right?"

"Says the woman who just complained about getting dizzy from a celebratory spin."

Roxy agreed without words, he had a point. She reminded him that she had said she had done some rash things.

"How much do you know about pregnancies anyways?" Eggsy inquired, obviously concerned for her and his unborn child.

"About the same as you I take it." She said offhandedly.

Eggsy paused. "You could be wrong. My mum was pregnant with my little sis not too long ago. My dead beat step dad was no use so I was the one taking care of her. There're things I know that I shouldn't know. You know?"

"Yeah. I take it you probably know more than me. I should buy some books..."

"Doctor first, books later. Right?"

Roxy give her man a quick kiss, his genuine concern for her wellbeing was one of the many things she loved about him. "Alright."

"Oh and Rox,"

"Yes?"

"You know I love you. Right?"

"Yeah." She brushed some stray hair out of his face. "Yeah I do, Eggs."

Merlin and the Statesman agents proceeded to search, bag, and tag the area. Their findings were horrifying and a relief. Had Poppy not been stopped, much would have been destroyed, and distributed. Many terrible things.

They found Roxy's marine boys, and were only able to keep two of them alive. Their limbs had been chopped off by a man they found in charge of one of Poppy's huge warehouses. He had a mechanical arm, and put up a good fight. Though he was someone they knew. Charlie, the old Kingsman candidate, who's family was in bed with Valentine, was the repurposed man. He looked, and acted differently now. Without an arm, a shaved head, and with different determinations, he was a threat. He went into a rage after he found out about the death of his boss who turned out to also be his lover. He was locked up quickly though, in a Statesman run prison.

The most astonishing thing that they found during the operation named "clean Poppy" was an underground prison cell. In the white walled rooms covered in sketches of butterflies, one lone prisoner. A bit kookie, and scruffy, also a little odd, the man that resided there sat shaving. The identity of this man was quite a shock. It was none other than Harry Heart, the previous Galahad, the man thought to be dead.

Roxy's marine captain Merritt made a quick recovery, feeling awful about his lost men. She felt some of that grief too, having brought them into the operation. Roxy also came to regret killing Poppy. Though it saved her life, and countless others, actually killing someone is not good for the soul. It creates a lasting stain on one's heart, which is something most Kingsman had, and could attest to the lasting effects of.

After Kingsman was cleaned back up, dusted off, and found to be well and alive again, they began the process of checking to see if all the Kingsman were well and informed about the ordeal. They were also informed about Harry Hart's return from the dead, and slow recovery from memory loss.

Once Eggsy heard of the news, he rushed to the hospital room where they had taken his now not dead mentor. Which was luckily down the hall from where Roxy was being checked for injuries.

What Eggsy found when he pushed to the side, those white curtains, was a man he didn't know.

"Hello go chap. Harry Heart, good to meet you. Or at least I think that's my name. I couldn't be sure." The eye patches Harry reached out a hand to shake Eggsy's.

"Harry? Harry. It's me, Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin." Eggsy's young eyes gleamed with excitement and wonder, not really dwelling on the fact that his old friend hadn't recognized him first thing.

Harry continued to look confused, however.

Eggsy's face turned to disbelief, and shock. He knew there would be some problems, and the memo may have mentioned memory loss, but it was Harry. "Eggsy- Gary Unwin. Lee Unwin's son." Eggsy started, hoping it would ring a bell, or unlock a memory of either himself or his father.

"I'm sorry son, I don't know any Unwins. Terribly sorry. Perhaps I did know some, before..." Harry's eyes darted off into space.

"Before what? What's the last thing you remember?" Eggsy asked desperately.

"I don't think I could tell you that, dear boy. I don't think I could even tell myself that. Not yet at least. What did I have for breakfast today Mearl?" Harry looked thoughtfully at Merlin, who stood in the corner of the small room.

"A soft boiled egg with toast. And it's Merlin." Merlin responded. He look slightly tired of answering these types of questions. Irritated too, that this Harry Hart was such a dim wit.

"Who's that?" Harry asked absentmindedly.

"Me. My name is Merlin." Merlin sighed, tired of reminding his old friend his name.

"You're sure, you don't know me. Gary Unwin, Eggsy Unwin. The boy you sprung from a police station and took under your wing to become a Kingsman. The kid you brought into a whole new world, from his dead end life, to teach him to be a better man." Eggsy's eyes seemed almost watery, he had so many emotions he was trying to hide, and his dwindling hope was trying to win his internal battle.

Harry just stared, almost teary eyed, back at Eggsy. Blank. He really wanted to say that yes, he knew the boy and had done all those marvelous things he said that he had done for him. But he honestly couldn't. He didn't remember any of that. He didn't even think the man this young lad had described could even be related to himself. "I'm so sorry." Harry said sincerely. "But what even is Kingsman? It's all you boys keep talking about. And I don't really follow anything you say most of the time. I really don't know what you're talking about or who you think I am." He became anxious and visibly distraught. "Could you all give me some room, please?"

Merlin, Eggsy, and the Statesman approved Doctor all took a step outside of Harry's room.

"This... is not looking optimistic," the Doctor said looking up from his clipboard, "currently." He added with an attempt at an optimistic tone of voice, so that Merlin and Eggsy knew there was still hope. The Doctor forced a smile, than turned and walked away.

"This is..." Eggsy shook his head, unable to find the words, in a state of almost disbelief. He knew it was past that though, he believed what he had seen. It was disbelief no longer. How could they fix Harry? Or simply help him? How would he {Eggsy} change if Harry couldn't be helped or fixed?

"Reality's a bi-"

"I was just going to say 'this is really bad'." Eggsy said, cutting in. Trying to distract Merlin from his obvious sulking/pondering behavior. Which really wasn't like him at all.

Merlin let out a solemn laugh-cuckle hybrid, something only he could accomplish. Him being the one to always bring his dry humor into the darkest situation. Merlin patted Eggsy on the back. "You're telling me."