Harry Hart (
fucking_gentleman) wrote2016-05-29 03:43 pm
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The alarm was sounded at eleven in the morning, the day after Eggsy visited.
The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.
He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.
With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.
By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.
"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."
The alarms should have gone off before then, but Harry had hacked the machines, pulling and stripping wires and looping the feedback back into itself so there was no sign that he was no longer connected.
He had borrowed clothes by picking his way through the hospital, acquiring one item after another, cards and pass codes and by the time he left, he was dressed and had loose cash, a pilfered phone from a wanker who refused to turn it off and said wanker's credit card, which he used to withdraw the maximum he could and then tossed.
With more CCTV than any other city in the world, he then vanished off the grid.
By the time Eggsy was brought in by Merlin at quarter past midday, Merlin was waiting for another ping from a new internet cafe, the various footage of Harry's escape running behind him, being analysed by technicians for any hints.
"He realised he'd been made and vanished from the last internet cafe in under two minutes. He was off the cameras again within five. You're being authorised to locate and bring in Galahad, before he becomes a target or, worse, gives himself a stroke."
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And then he had learned what the mission was.
His heart felt like it wasn't even beating, and his blood felt fucking icy inside his body. Looking over the monitors, considering what and where he would be, and where after all of this he would have gone. All of this work was Harry Hart, and that meant it was where would Harry Hart go.
The car wasn't his, and he didn't give a rat's ass either. Just that he got where he figured Harry would end up. If he was hitting up internet cafes, he was looking into who Harry Hart was. Which was why he came up to the back door of Harry's house, slipping in the back door.
Pistol in hand, glasses in place, waiting for the attack if he hadn't beaten Harry here.
"Harry? You here?" He called out, trying to sound casual. "Thought you were gonna wait for me at the hospital?"
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Harry had had to take a longer way, and had been slowed down by his need to divert whatever forces were following the trail he was leaving. But he also had known what and where he was doing since the evening before.
He was in bedroom, having started at the top of the house to move his way down. He had found several concealed weapons in the bed frame and wardrobe and taken the one from the wardrobe, effortlessly disassembling and reassembling the hand gun.
He carried it in his left hand. His right trembled and he felt just as comfortable left handed as right, meaning he was probably naturally ambidextrous before his head injury.
He came to the doorway, listening to the voice. "Yes, well, I had worked out that my hospital room was bugged the last time you visited me. It seemed like a poor idea to let slip that I might want to do some investigation of my own."
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Which was why Eggsy took the stairs two at a time despite the soles of his oxfords sliding on the carpet and pushed open the door to the bedroom. Because that was smart with someone that was possibly unstable and might not remember him completely in that moment.
"Are you a goddamn fool or what?" Glaring at Harry, pale and looking a bit ashen in his panic. "You could have had a fucking episode and what if I didn't find you until it was too late?"
Because again, scolding the armed man was brilliant.
"What? Did you think I wouldn't fucking find you? Wouldn't be scared out of my everlovin' mind?"
His chest heaved slightly, emotions coursing madly through him. "What the hell were you thinking?"
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He wearing entirely stolen clothes that don't fit brilliantly. He's lost weight being in hospital, lost condition, and he's ditched the bandaging for an eye patch the shows the scarring around the socket and temple from the bullet and surgeries. His hair is loose, curling across his forehead.
"I was rather relying on the fact you would find me." He lowered the gun, letting out the tension and breath and finding himself buckling as he did so. "I needed to get out from under Merlin's observation. He'd trap me."
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"Oh bloody hell," he said, rushing in to try and lend Harry a hand. "Who the hell do you think sent me to bring you back?"
Which Harry had to have known as well. And yet...
"No glasses. No phone. Nicked the car I came here in. This is the suit you had tailored for me. I never mentioned I had it when they fitted me for the Kingsman suit to go after Valentine. It's as clean as I can be Harry, but I don't know if it's clean enough."
He sighed, shaking his head. "He's not leaving an agent with your skills and with your memory loss on the street, Harry. I don't report back, and Lancelot is on her way."
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"I knew he'd send you after me. But I had to get information. Information without him watching, listening. To find here. Be here without him here." He sank onto his mattress leaning back and looking at Eggsy. "You look magnificent. I could not be prouder of you."
He had been running on pure adrenaline.
"I'm not going back to hospital. I won't be sheltered from my own life like some simpering damsel in distress, and most certainly not by a man who-"
Who what, Harry?
He trailed off, unsure.
His head hurt. A lot.
"Can you close the curtains, please?"
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"I could have brought you things, or helped you. What if you had..." He was hurting so bad, angry because of how scared he was. "Do you know what I would have done if I found you..." He sighed, helping him settle down.
Which was when the words hit him. "Now you're not even playing fair, Harry Hart, and you know it." He was pretty sure he knew it too.
"You're not being sheltered. The first day I came, I thought you were going to die and..."
Oh no. He doesn't get to leave that like that.
Staring down at him a moment, he went over and pulled the curtains closed. "A man who tells me he's your best friend, and you're his only confidante." He turned to face him, standing before the curtain.
"So why don't you trust Merlin?"
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"I was being sheltered. Not by you. By him. The staff. You were told not to come back and see me, weren't you? 'Leave him alone to recover' or some nonsense." With the pillows piled under him and the curtains closed, he closed his eye and let himself just enjoy for a moment.
"Because he left me there. He didn't give me a choice to know, to remember, he left me. I don't know why I said that, I really wasn't going to. That's probably the frontal lobe damage."
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"Harry, I caused you to have a break down. You could have bloody well died and it would have been my fault," he said, definitely having taken that away from being lectured after what happened. "So yeah, he told me to stay away to protect you."
He was torn. His loyalties lay first and foremost with Harry. Yet he had been answering to Merlin, as a Kingsman.
"What if you had a break down like that with him and he was scared for you too?"
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He patted the bed next to him, not looking. He trusted Eggsy would sit down next to him.
"Then I still have the right to make a decision with the available information. He's not my keeper, even if he is often my handler. As a handler, he should know that. I need information to make the best call."
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"Merlin is pretty much our Arthur," he pointed out. "We haven't really had time to put Kingsman entirely back together since Valentine happened. So... He kind of is my handler."
Yet he'd made it clear he hadn't told him anything. Not yet. "He thinks he's protecting you, Harry. Which none of us did. I know how often I've replayed that moment in my head. I can't imagine how often Merlin has watched the tape."
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He stayed where he was, relaxed in the bed and letting his sense tell him that he was home, even if he didn't consciously remember it.
"It wasn't his right to decide to keep my life from me. Or to tell you to help him keep it from me. I don't know what tape you mean, but I am still an adult and he didn't have the right to take that from me. To leave me completely alone."
He had spent over a month awake, alone.
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But then he mentioned the tape and he was quiet for a long time, shifting, shoulders curling in slightly.
"We were watching," he said, fighting to keep his voice even, normal, not cracking as much as his throat felt tight and his eyes were stinging. "When Valentine shot you, I was watching."
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• Richmond Valentine, the man responsible for the violent chaos of V-Day.
• He was shot before the signal that sent the world mad.
• He had been trying to stop it somehow, with Kingsman.
• He'd been wearing his glasses.
• Merlin and Eggsy had watched him be shot in the face, on the other side of the world.
"Fuck."
He opened his eye and looked up at Eggsy, even though it hurt. "I am so sorry you had to see that."
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Eggsy was fighting not to hunch over, not to wrinkle his suit, not to be an embarassment to Kingsman, to Harry.
"It's part of being a Kingsman, right?" He shifted, looking over his shoulder at Harry. "You end up seeing those you care about die. How we first met." But he'd gotten Harry back even if he hadn't gotten his dad.
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James should've been wearing his glasses.
Whoever James was.
He closed his eye again. "If you bring me a phone, I'll call in to Merlin. But I'm not going back to the hospital."
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"Aw come on. Let me bring you in for the bonus points of pretending I'm doing what I was told," he teased, even as he rose, considering. "If I was a mobile in Harry's place, where would I be?" He hadn't thought about that when he left his behind.
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"You won't find one. There's a land line in my study, use that." Apparently, he has a study. And a landline in it. "You can bring me in, but I still refuse to go back to the hospital and if he tries, I will let myself out and actually go to ground."
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"I'll find that then, and ..." And he nearly choked. If Merlin wouldn't listen, he was going to lose Harry and he wasn't sure he could handle that a second time. "Then I hope he listens to the kid he stares at like he's an idiot some days," he muttered under his breath.
He hadn't before, but then this all started and that changed. But he headed to the study, dialing the number he knew by heart. He spoke before the operator could.
"Oxfords not brogues, tell Merlin to send a car to Harry Hart's place. We're coming in."
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In the silence, surrounded by familiar scents and sounds, Harry promptly went to sleep, hands folded across his stomach, still holding onto the handgun firmly.
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Coming back, he stood over Harry, listening for the car. His hands were clenched at his side, terrified they could get back and he'd wake one day and Harry would be gone. For good.
"I'd beg you not to leave me if I thought it would work," he whispered, turning away as he rubbed the side of his hands at his eyes. Taking a breath, he waited until he heard the car, coming to Harry's side.
"Harry," He whispered, putting his hand over the hand holding the gun and not on his shoulder, just to buy himself time. "We... It's time to go."
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With someone else, he might have come awake fighting, but he had learned Eggsy's voice already so he just opened his eye, peering up blearily. "Don't want to."
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Whatever it took to make sure Harry was okay and not taken away.
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