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All Of Me

Eggsy was beyond grateful that he had yet to run into anyone who wanted to do more than politely acknowledge his presence as he marched down the currently deserted Kingsman hallways, especially since you didn't last long in Kingsman if you weren't observant. And while the casual look he was sporting was probably up to fooling most people who didn't know him really well, if he tried to have a conversation with anyone Eggsy was pretty sure that he'd either crack enough to spew his problems all over them, or make an utter fool of himself before fleeing for home, the courage he'd managed to amass deserting him completely.

As it was Eggsy was barely holding on to his nerve, the desire to flee right up there with the voice in his head pointing out that he should probably do this with some liquid courage in him. Just in case the answers he was looking for were as horrible as he'd been imagining they'd be.

But he wasn't going to do that, Eggsy forcefully reminded that voice for the hundredth time. He wasn't a stupid kid or like his mum, thinking that booze was the answer to dealing with the shit life tended to hand them in bulk. Maybe he was about to get bad news, was probably about to get bad news, but he'd face it head on like a man.

Though he'd probably get pissed off his arse thanks to the liquor he'd bought that morning, Eggsy was willing to admit, because sod it, getting your heart fucking broken called for a good drunk in any bloke's books, and he didn't work tomorrow anyway.

And maybe it wouldn't be bad news. Maybe it would even be good news. Stranger things could and had happened after all. People was always saying that miracles happened and shit, right? Even to someone like him. I mean sure they never seemed to happen to him usually, at least aside from Harry coming into his life in the first place, but still, you'd think he'd been dealt enough bad cards in his first twenty odd years of life, so some good karma had to be fucking due by now.

Nah, who the fuck was he kidding, Eggsy told himself with an audible groan, barely resisting the urge to run trembling fingers through his currently perfect hair. He was pretty much cursed and he knew it. Nothing good ever came of him believing that things were going to stay good or get better. Something always came along ta ruin everything for him.

Or he ruined it for himself.

Which was one of the reasons Eggsy was so fucking worried about how this conversation was going to go. Cause what if he said or asked the wrong thing? What if he was reading too much into things, or what if he wasn't, and demanding answers finished what he and Harry had off for good? Maybe he was being fucking stupid to risk demanding more when what he had was so good. Better than he deserved, probably. Only…only Harry was always saying that he was undervaluing himself and was too pessimistic by half as well. And Harry was always telling him how charming and smart and sexy he was. That anyone would be lucky to have him. And Harry had him, fuck did he have him, so didn't that mean that Harry would fight to keep him? Would want to keep him. Would want them to be serious?

I mean they'd been sorta dating for near to eight months now after all. They was a proper couple and everything by anyone's standards. Harry took him to restaurants and plays and shit, and never hiding him away or acted like he was embarrassed by Eggsy's age or accent or nothin. Harry had never done a fucking thing to make Eggsy think he was just foolin around with him or wasn't serious about them. Harry had said he loved him even. Told him loads of times in fact.

Only…only there was those looks Harry gave him sometimes.

Eggsy HATED those looks more than he could put into words, especially since he knew Harry had to be lying the couple of times Eggsy had brought it up. It was those looks Eggsy needed to talk to him about. Dammit.

"Eggsy? Are you alright?"

Jolting, Eggsy actually jumped a little before whirling around to see that Harry had been coming up from behind him…and he hadn't fucking noticed. Shit. Some spy he was. "Harry."

"Williams spotted you walking around in a daze, thought I should come looking for you. Are you alright? You're looking a little flushed." Concern written all over his handsome face, Harry continued to move in until he was close enough to place a cool hand over Eggsy's forehead to gauge his temperature.

"I'm alright." Mumbling it, and feeling stupidly shy all of a sudden, Eggsy found himself studying his feet and feeling that much more stupid when he realized what he was doing. "Was comin ta see ya."

"I see. Ready to head home then?" Hand dropping away, Harry didn't back out of Eggsy's personal space, having obviously picked up on the fact that something was going on here.

Shaking his head, Eggsy didn't trust himself not to clam up if given that much time to think about this.

"What is it, Eggsy?"

Heart melting when Harry gently tilted his head up with his fingers, Eggsy looked into those beautiful chocolate brown eyes and lost the battle to keep quiet.

"Are you only with me cause I remind you of someone else?"

It was rare for Harry to lose his composure, but Harry's face was beyond shocked as he stared at him dumbly, his jaw actually dropping a little in surprise.

And in for a penny, in for a pound.

"I asked and ya said you ain't never been in love with someone, but you was lying, I could tell, Harry. And sometimes ya look at me weird, like it makes ya sad ta look at me, but are rememberin someone else. And I know it ain't my dad, I don't think, cause ya don't get that look when ya talk about him and…and whoever I remind ya of, ya loved him and if ya're just with me cause I-"

The rest of his mangled speech was cut off as Harry pulled him into his arms, the safety and comfort of Harry's embrace reaching him even as Eggsy told himself to struggle and break away. That this was just some ploy to distract him from getting his answers, and if he didn't push on now he'd regret it.

"I'm so very sorry, Eggsy. So very sorry. I should have given you more credit, known that you'd pick some of it up." A kiss to the side of Eggsy's head, which did nothing to help negate the huge hurt blooming in Eggsy's chest right up until Harry's next words registered. "I love you, my darling boy. You and only you. I should have explained the…complex past we have before. I'm sorry about that."

"I…what?"

Harry chuckled a little, loosening his grip a little so that Eggsy could move back to meet Harry's gaze, though he instinctively stayed in the circle of Harry's arms.

"When I said that I've never been in love with anyone else I wasn't lying, but there's…grey in that. I was, years ago, in love with someone, or I believe I was, but I don't remember. My time and feelings for him were erased from my memories by someone who meant all of Kingsman, and us in particular, harm. I just have some pictures and videos to go by, but no matter how I've wracked my brain I can't remember any of it."

Eggsy couldn't imagine any machine or toxic substance that could erase Harry from his heart, but he didn't say so as he forced himself to ask what had happened to the man Harry might have loved.

"You are both him and not."

"What?"

"Come with me and I'll explain."

Eggsy had no idea why, but he suddenly felt like he was Neo being offered the two different colored pills in the Matrix movie as Harry held out a hand to him. Like everything he thought he knew about the world and them would change if he took the hand being offered him.

But this was Harry, so he couldn't not take it.

So taking the hand being offered to him, and allowing their fingers to be laced together, Eggsy didn't protect as he let himself be shepherded back around so that they were heading back the way Eggsy had come, deeper into Kingsman.

And then he listened as Harry began his explanation with the very odd question of whether or not he believed time travel was possible.

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Sitting back in his chair with a loud thud some four odd hours later, Eggsy's eyes stung from all the bug eyed staring he'd been doing, on top of his jaw aching from all the repeat dropping it had done. And there was more data files he could have accessed according to the screens in front of him, mindblowing as that was, but Eggsy figured that his brain had been blown one too many times already at this point, and he'd read and watched enough to understand that the life he was living now wasn't the one fate had had mapped out for him originally. And that the life he would have lived would have been a life without Harry.

A fucking time traveler. Him. Who'd have fucking believed it?

And thank the fuck that they had all this shit ta show him, Eggsy mentally added as he swiped his hand through his very mushed at this point hair, cause otherwise he sure as fuck wouldn't have believed it.

One thing Eggsy did know for sure though, and that was that he was so getting that bloody brilliant back tat his time traveling self had sported before disappearing from existence, or whatever had happened to the poor bastard. But tattoos aside…for now he had the love of his friggin life to find and grab ahold of, Eggsy reminded himself.

And this time there was no fucking way he was ever letting go of him.

Pushing up and out of the chair Eggsy didn't bother to muffle his groaning as his tense, knotted up muscles protested his sudden movements. Shit. Oww. Fuck a duck. He should have expected that. Dammit. But fuck it. He'd walk it off on his way to Harry's office.

Feeling like an old man, and thinking in some corner of his brain that this was probably going to be the norm for him in a few decades thanks to all the abuse he had and would subject his body to, Eggsy resolutely shut that voice down since he had much more important things to think about, like what the hell he was going to say to the man once he got his sore arse to him.

Harry had stayed long enough to use his high level clearance to access the Remington file in the first place, and had briefly explained what he'd find in the case files and then left him to look at everything on his own. At the time he hadn't got that at all, but now Eggsy figured it was because had Harry been there, he wouldn't have gotten anywhere since he would have kept pausing the videos or gotten talking when he'd needed to absorb everything. Harry had promised to wait for him in his office though, all night if need be, and Eggsy knew that that was exactly where he'd find him.

And thankfully the stiffness didn't last long either, and so soon Eggsy was striding and then outright running down the hallways until he came to Harry's door, not bothering to knock as he opened it and went running in to find Harry at his desk.

"You never have learned to knock, have you?"

Rather than answer Eggsy hurried over, Harry already standing up with his arms open to catch him as Eggsy threw himself into the other man's embrace, clutching him as tight as possible.

And Harry held him just as tightly.

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December 2016

Eggsy was actually feeling pretty confident as he stood outside of Harry's house, absently studying the ice blue lights he'd hung there after nagging Harry into letting him. It looked pretty, to his eyes anyway, and would make one hell of a visual if he did say so himself. Especially since he'd be recording this on his end, and Merlin was going to tell Harry to have his glasses on and recording when he opened the door. And it was actually snowing a little, even if the white stuff wasn't sticking around once it hit the ground, for some unexpected Christmasy atmosphere.

Belatedly realizing he was twisting the pieces of Bristol board he was holding, and yeah, okay, maybe he was a bit fucking nervous, Eggsy took a calming breath and then checked his watch, seeing that he had two minutes before Merlin called Harry and told him to put on his glasses and head downstairs.

Fuck. Game time.

Shoving the watch back into his pocket, Merlin would signal him over his own glasses once Harry was on his way, Eggsy retrieved the controller that would set off the music as soon as the door opened, holding his signs in his other hand.

And man, this was either going to be epic or embarrassing as hell, but if nothing else Eggsy thought he deserved points for spoofing Harry's favorite Christmas movie with all this, even if the couple he was spoofing hadn't worked out and Harry's favorite couple was the one where neither spoke the other's language.

His and Harry's versions of English might be pretty different, but they weren't that different.

"He's on his way down, Eggsy. Good luck, not that you'll need it."

"Thanks, Merlin."

Less than two minutes later, but which felt like years, the front door opened and a very puzzled looking Harry stepped out onto his front step, head cocked questioningly as the piano music began to play the song Eggsy was very much hoping he could talk Harry into using for their first dance.

Shoving the device back into his coat pocket Eggsy grabbed the large pieces of white Bristol board in both hands, and then waited for Harry to read the first message he'd carefully stenciled out, since even his printing was crap.

'Obviously I'm Not A Carol Singer'

Watching Harry, Eggsy could see the exact moment when Harry realized what he was doing, his lover beaming at him in delight over what the other man probably thought was an early Christmas present.

Shuffling the first sign to the back, Eggsy started to work his way through the next few sheets of paper while in the background John Legend spoke of how he loved all his lover's curves and edges, and the song 'All of Me' played on.

'Harry, You Are The Best Thing In My Life.'

'And While I'm Hot Enough To Date Blokes Like This'

Here Eggsy showed Harry the page full of pictures he'd got from his mum's magazines of hot models and movie stars, Harry smirking back in amusement.

'To Me You're Better Than All Of Them.'

'And So I'm Standing Here, A Week Before Christmas'

'To Ask You A Very Important Question.'

Again Harry's face revealed that he knew where this was going, the look on his face, the absolute love and acceptance he saw there, making Eggsy grin like an idiot as he moved on to the next piece of board.

'I Love You'

Followed by…

'Will You Marry Me, Harry?'

Setting the signs down on the ground, he'd laminated them in case of rain anyway, Eggsy got down on one knee and pulled out the ring box from his trouser pocket, opening it and offering it up to his man as he repeated the question outloud, his heart in his eyes.

And moving for the first time since he'd stepped out into the night air, Harry closed the gap in a few quick steps, then crouched down to his level as soon as he was in front of him.

"I was going to ask you on New Year's. I had my grandfather's ring resized for you, and hid it in my office."

"Yeah? Well then say yes, snog me senseless, and then we can go in and get that one too."

Hands rising up to frame Eggsy's face, Harry kept smiling at him as dopily as Eggsy was probably smiling at him. "Even when I forgot you, I knew my heart remembered the moment I saw you again. So yes, Eggsy Unwin. Yes I'll marry you."

Whooping with joy, Eggsy wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and proceeded to snog the hell out of his fiancé as John Legend spoke of being someone being his end and his beginning.

And that's what he and Harry were to each other.

Always. In every life and time line.

The End