Fifteen minutes later finds the trio at a local pub. Eggsy sits across from Harry and Clara, all with a pint in hand. Eggsy's the first to break the silence, with so many questions still on his mind. "So before you was a tailor, were you in the army? Like an officer?" Then he gestures to Clara, "An who's she? Your assistant?"

Clara stifles a laugh, while Harry gives him a simple answer, "Not quite."

Eggsy keeps going, thinking he's onto something. "So where was you posted? Iraq or something?"

Harry settles for another simple answer, "Sorry, Eggsy. Classified."

Eggsy gives a small smirk, "But my dad saved your life, yeah?"

Harry decides it's best to explain it to Eggsy as best as he can. "The day your father died, I missed something. And if it weren't for his courage, my mistake would have cost the lives of every man present. So I owe him. Your father was a brave man. A good man. And having read your files, I'd think he'd be bitterly disappointed in the choices you've made."

Eggsy was taken aback by the sudden twist in Harry's words, "You can't talk to me like that."

Harry continues, "Huge IQ, great performance at primary school. Then it all went tits up. Drugs, petty crime, never had a job."

Eggsy tries to defend himself, "Oh, you think there's a lot of jobs going around here, do you?"

Clara, who had remained silent up to this point, cuts in. "Doesn't explain why you gave up your hobbies. First prize, regional under tens' gymnastics two years in a row. Your coach had you pegged as Olympic team material."

"Yeah, well, when you grow up around someone like my step-dad, you pick up new hobbies pretty quick." Eggsy retorts.

Harry cuts back in, "Oh, of course. Always someone else's fault. Who's to blame for you quitting the Marines? You were halfway through training, doing brilliantly, but you gave up." Clara nods, also getting a little tired of hearing what she felt were excuses.

"Because my mum went mental! Banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Didn't want me being cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers, with no thought about why we do what we do! We ain't got much choice, you get me? And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses, we'd do just as well as you, if not better."

Clara finally snaps back at him, "Listen here, you keep banging on about this silver spoon bullshit, but you know what? We're the same, you and me." Eggsy scoffs in response. "What, don't believe me?" Clara reaches under her blouse, grabbing two chains from around her neck and placing them on the table between her and Eggsy. Eggsy looks closer, attached to the chains are medals, just like the one he wore around his own neck. He looked back at Clara with wide eyes. Clara's face softens, "We're not all born with silver spoons, mate."

Before Eggsy has a chance to respond, the door to the pub opens revealing a tall skinny man, followed by a bunch of other guys that could only be described as goons. The tall one keeps his attention on Eggsy. "What the fuck are you doing here? You taking the piss?" Eggsy keeps his head down.

Harry interrupts the tense moment, turning to Eggsy. "Some more examples of young men who simply need a silver suppository?"

Clara immediately noticed a change in the young man's bold, cocky personality. He looked more afraid than anything right now. Eggsy keeps his gaze on the table when he responds to Harry, "No they're exceptions." He tries to get them out before anything happens, "Come on."

Harry responds, as calm as ever. "Nonsense, we haven't finished our drinks yet."

The tall men and his thugs walk up to their table. One of the thugs speaks up this time. "after you nicked his car, Dean says you're fair game. And he don't give a shit what your mum says."

Harry interjects, "Um, listen, boys. I've had a rather emotional day, so whatever your beef with Eggsy is, and I'm sure it's well founded," He gives Eggsy a look, "I'd appreciate it enormously if you could just leave us in peace until I finish this lovely pint of Guinness."

The tall man takes a step forward, "You and the lady should get out of the way, Granddad, or you'll get hurt a lot."

Eggsy agrees with the man, knowing this wouldn't end well for himself either way. "He ain't joking, you two should go."

Clara smiles sweetly, "I'm fine here, thanks." She takes a sip from her glass, knowing what's coming next.

Harry seems to concede, placing his glass on the table and getting up to leave. "Excuse me. Excuse me."

One of the thugs speaks as Harry makes his way to the door, "If you're looking for another rent boy, they're on the corner of Smith's Street."

Harry stops in front of the door, his back to everyone in the room. He begins locking the door. "Manners maketh man. Do you know what that means? Then let me teach you." He reaches out with his umbrella, and with the hook of it he grabs a glass on a nearby table and swings it back, hitting the tall man in the head, knocking him out. He turns to the rest of the thugs, "Are we going to stand around here all day, or are we going to fight?" One of the thugs goes to punch Harry, who moves his head to the side so another one of the thugs get punched instead, getting his teeth knocked out. Harry proceeds to swiftly move through the group of thugs, beating them all, when the tall man, now awake, pulls out his gun and starts shooting at Harry. Harry opens his umbrella and ducks behind it, successfully deflecting all the bullets.

The tall man, gets angrier by the second. Harry wasn't making this easy for him. "You fucking dirty…fucking dirty…" He runs out of bullets, and before he can do anything, Harry decks him with the umbrella, knocking him out once again.

Harry then turns his attention to the bartender, who is about to phone the police. However, before Harry can make a move, a dart hits the bartender in the neck and he falls to the ground unconscious. Looking back to the table where Clara and Eggsy sat, he sees Clara standing up with her wrist watch aimed in the bartender's direction. She sends Harry a quick wink before sitting back down. Harry mutters a quick "Thank you, dear." He sits down and finishes his drink. Harry begins to speak, turning his attention to Eggsy who had been sitting there, staring at the two in utter shock. "Sorry about that. Needed to let off a little steam. Heard yesterday a friend of mine died. He knew your father too, actually." He makes eye contact with Clara before continuing, "Now, I do apologize, Eggsy. I shouldn't have done this in front of you."

As if on cue, Clara sits up in her seat and aims her wrist watch at Eggsy. Eggsy throws his hands in surrender, "No, please. I won't say nothing, I swear. If there's one thing I can do, it's keep my mouth shut.

Clara looks at him quizzically, keeping her wrist in place, "You won't tell a soul?"

Eggsy shakes his head, "Ask the feds, I've never grassed anyone up."

Clara raise an eyebrow, "Is that a promise?"

Eggsy nods nervously, "On my life!"

Clara turns to look at Harry, who nods at her, and then she lowers her arm. Harry speaks next, "Much appreciated, Eggsy. You're right about the snobs. But there too. There are exceptions, like Clara here. Best of luck with everything." He pats Eggsy on the shoulder, picking up his umbrella and heading out of towards the door. Clara then stands up, turning to give Eggsy a mock salute and a wink before turning on her heel and following Henry out of the pub.

~8~

After a long day, Eggsy finally returns home. Almost immediately his mum walks up to him looking very worried. "Eggsy, just go, please. Because he's gonna…" She doesn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Dean walks up to Eggsy and punches him. Michelle tires to intervene, "No! Please don't hurt him!"

Dean responds with a simple, "Fuck off!"

Michelle persists, "Don't hurt him!"

"Get the fuck away!" Dean shoves her aside. "Shut the fuck up!" He grabs hold of Eggsy's throat. "Who was with you in that fucking pub? I want to know the name of the geezer and bitch you was with!"

Eggsy shakes his head, "I was not with no one!" Dean slaps him, but Eggsy continues to deny it. "I don't know what you're on about!"

Dean slaps him again, "Who were they?"

Eggsy shakes his head fervently, "I don't know what you're fucking on about!"

Dean slaps him yet again, "Fucking tell me his name!"

"I don't know what you're fucking on about!"

~8~

Dean continues beating Eggsy, Harry and Clara overhear the entire thing through a mic that Harry had placed on Eggsy's shoulder.

~8~

Dean continues, unaware he is being listened to by people outside of the flat. "You listen to me, I want to know who you was with in that pub. Do you understand? I want to know their fucking names!"

~8~

Clara cringes as they hear Dean hit Eggsy again. She wants to beg Harry to do something and stop the fight, but she knows they have to wait for the right moment.

~8~

"I swear I'll rip your head off!"

"I don't know what you're fucking on about!"

"Tell me!"

Michelle tries to intervene again, "Just tell him, Eggsy!"

Dean picks a knife up off the counter and shove's it in Michelle's face. "Fuck off! Fuck off, Michelle!" Dean turns the knife to Eggsy, now threatening him with it. "I could kill you right now and no one in the whole world will know it!"

Suddenly, a women's voice is heard through the flat. "But we would."

A man's voice continues, Eggsy recognizing both voices right away. "We have enough evidence on your activities to have you locked up for the rest of your life, Mr. Dean Anthony Baker."

Dean looks around the flat, confused and shocked. "What the fuck?!"

Harry continues, "So I suggest you leave the boy alone or I shall be forced to deliver it to the appropriate authorities. Eggsy, there will be a car out front. You're going to meet me at the tailor I told you about."

Dean releases his grip on Eggsy, "What the fuck's going on here?!" Eggsy takes the momentary distraction as his chance to escape.

He rushes out of the apartment, where he comes face to faces with Dean's thugs. The tall one, Rottweiler, shouts at him. "Eggsy, you fucking maggot." More of the thugs come up to grab Eggsy, but he quickly dodges them. "You wanker! I'll have you done!"

After jumping a few roofs and making it back on the ground, a sleek, black car pulls up alongside him. The passenger window rolls down, revealing Clara with a slight smirk on her face. "Hey, need a lift?"

Eggsy gets in the car, mumbling a quick thanks as they drove off. For the most part, they rode in silence. Clara did at one point ask if Eggsy was okay after what had happened. "You heard all of that then, did ya?" He asks, slightly embarrassed.

Clara shrugs, "I heard enough." Eggsy nods, turning his gaze back to the window. Soon enough, they pull up in front of a fancy looking tailor shop.

Clara enters the tailor shop with Eggsy in tow, where they find Harry sitting down having a drink. Eggsy speaks first, "I've never met a tailor before. But I know you ain't one." He glances at Clara quickly, "Neither of you."

Harry finishes his drink, then stands up. "Come with me." He says, starting to walk further into the tailor shop, Clara and Eggsy following closely behind him. This was definitely going to change things for Eggsy, he hoped so at least.

A/N: Hi guys! Sorry it took a little while to get this chapter out! My goal was to finish this and post it yesterday, but it was Halloween so things were crazy! I worked on job in the morning, got some homework done, then went straight to my other job. And let me tell you, pizza places are busy on Halloween. I dressed up as Wonder Woman and it was so exciting, I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself. ;) But then I came home and I was so exhausted I passed out while writing this chapter lol. I even fell asleep before American Horror Story, which I never do! (I'm all caught up now though, and it was crazyyy! Do any of you guys watch it?) But anyway, we've got a lot more Clara in this chapter, and a lot more words too! Over 2,000, woo! Well I hope you guys like this chapter and I plan to get another one out soon. Thanks guys! :)