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Arabella loved to garden, kneeling and pulling the weeds from her garden under the warm sun made her smile, it made her already tan skin even browner and harvesting the fruit of her hard work was always a satisfying day. As she plucked a ripe tomato from the vine she heard the doorbell ring and after standing up and walking back into the house, slipping off the ladybug gardening gloves she wore she opened the door hesitantly. Outside stood a young man in an impeccable suit, looking through a pair of glasses at her curiously. She stood there for a moment, before closing the door slowly and sliding open the chain, all of a sudden her heart dropping to the pit of her stomach as she opened the door again. "He is dead?" her words were coated in a thick Italian accent. "Harry is dead?"

The young man, Eggsy he'd said his name was, sat across from her, she sat on the couch, in the same spot she'd always sat in when Harry would come visit, he'd start the visit in the same seat Eggsy was sitting in and swirled the wine glass she'd bring in the exact same way Eggsy was currently doing.

"He taught you much." Arabella said with a slight smile, Eggsy looking back at her. "You are the spitting image."

"Ta," Eggsy mumbled before lifting his glass to his lips. "I- I'm sorry to barge in here like this, but cleaning out, yours was the only name I found in his office. I guess I was just kinda wondering- if maybe you could… Tell me more about him?"

"You probably know more than I do." Arabella pointed out with a smile and Eggsy shook his head.

"He had your picture," Eggsy spoke suddenly. "In this secret drawer. Even Merlin didn't know who you were, until he ran a facial recognition-"

"Ah," Arabella's smile faded slightly as she nodded. "So Merlin knows where I am now?" she asked and crossed her arms slightly, looking at the mantle over the fireplace. "And Arthur too I imagine?"

"No," Eggsy said softly. "Just me and Merlin. Arthur's dead too."

"Good," Arabella said as she stood, pouring herself another wine and then walking to the mantle, looking at the pictures on it. "He deserved it, even Harry thought so. It's why he didn't back everything up to the Kingsman server." she said making Eggsy sit up a little straighter and stare at her with a frown.

"Hold on a second," he said as he looked at her in surprise. "How in the hell do you know that?"

"He told me," she said simply. "He told me many times, the only reason I'd be approached by someone from Kingsman was if he was dead. He was too far into the company to leave, but he never wanted them to find me."

"Because of your dad?"

"Yes," she agreed, nodding.

"Sorry but um, can you explain it to me?"

"Excuse me?" Arabella turned away from a picture, one of her and Harry together, his arm around her middle, her face in laughter and a smile on his face. "You want me to explain it to you?"

"Yes please." Eggsy nodded and she sighed as she looked at him before giving a slight shrug.

"Alright." she said as she walked back to the couch. "I met Harry about twenty years ago. It was summer, Italy had just been beaten by Brazil in the world cup, and I was a twenty one year old with a love of sneaking out."

It was a humid night in Italy, something that didn't bother Arabella as she climbed over the wall surrounding her family's estate. She knew she'd be in trouble, but she also knew that it was worth it to go out and spend time away from her crazy family. When she got to the top of the wall she turned around, lowering herself as far as she could before dropping the last three feet, looking up when she saw someone standing there. "Ciao ciao!" she said cheerfully to the man maybe ten or so years older than her.

"Ciao Singorie," he nodded, though his accent didn't sound Italian.

"You are British?" she asked, proud of her English, she was quite good at English.

"English I'm afraid," he told her making her smile.

"You are afraid why? At least you are not American." she pointed out as she brushed her skirt off and then looked at him. "Anyways, bye bye English, I have to go." she told him as she checked her small watch and then looking up at the wall groaned as she realized she'd left her purse up there. Jumping for the small clutch a few times she was really going to be royally screwed if she didn't get it down soon, anyone might notice it. And then suddenly the Englishman was holding his umbrella by the middle and lifting the handle to loop around the strap of her purse. Pulling it down he held the flat white purse out to her with a gentle smile. "What a gentleman."

"Wouldn't want you to be late." he told her making her nod.

"I agree," she said. "Well I go now. Bye bye English."

"Good night." the Englishman nodded to her and she turned, walking the other way before waving down a taxi and whistling at it.

The first place Arabella went to was a small restaurant her friend Ophelia's parents owned, after sitting at the bar and having a drink while she waited for Ophelia to finish her shift as a waitress she giggled with Ophelia's younger sister who was the hostess as the two talked.

After Ophelia got off work the two girls went to a club, dancing and having fun until some guys they'd met invited them to a party on a boat. It seemed like a regular night, no one seemed too interested in her, in fact the guy who had invited them seemed much more interested in Ophelia, so when she felt someone put their hand over hers and she looked up she was surprised to see a large man standing there. "At last we meet Princess," he said as he wrapped his hand around her wrist.

"Mi Scusi?" she asked as she looked up at him with a frown.

"I'm afraid you'll be coming with me," he told her in English, and she felt it, someone pressing a gun against her back. Biting her bottom lip she looked up at the large man before she looked over her shoulder at the one pressing the gun into her back. There was no way she could take either of them, and looking back to Ophelia she could see the guy she was dancing with was holding a gun to her head and was watching Arabella very carefully.

"Okay," Arabella agreed, speaking English as she turned and let the men march her to a black car that had just pulled up. Getting into the backseat she looked at the big man who moved to sit in the passenger's seat in the front and the other man who took the seat next to her, leaving her behind the big man. Arabella sighed nervously as she tried to process what was happening, and internally she knew she definitely shouldn't have snuck out of the house tonight.

As they drove down a back alley a large truck stopped in front of them, the driver, impatiently started to honk until a man came back from the restaurant he'd gone into and after yelling at the driver and the driver yelling back, the man agreed to move his car. "I am sorry Singorie." the driver said making her look up quickly. She knew that voice. "I'm afraid that wasn't very gentlemanly of me." She looked at the man in the front seat and then to the other two men in the car with her. The driver had been wearing a mask and now he pulled it off and looked back at her. "Put on your seatbelt."

Arabella did what she was told, pulling her seatbelt on quickly and clicking it into the clasp as the man in the front seat grabbed the driver, the driver corrected for this by spinning the wheel of the car throwing the car into a tight spin and making Arabella grab onto the small handle above her window. She'd heard Americans call the the Oh Shit bar and now she knew why.

The man in the back seat with her was trying to get his gun out of his tight jeans but with the spin the car was in it seemed like he was being thrown around a little and was unable to get his hand into his pocket. The driver, her English Gentleman sharply turned the wheel of the car the other way, sending the car into a roll as Arabella screamed, glass shattering around them and the man from the front seat and the man in the back bouncing all over the inside of the car. When the car stopped rolling it was on all four wheels and the driver threw it into drive again before he sped into a large ornate statue in the middle of the sidewalk, throwing the man from the front seat onto the hood of the car and sending the man from the backseat between the two front seats and smashing his face into the dashboard of the car.

Arabella screamed- she couldn't help it, there was blood and glass everywhere, her nerves were shot and this Englishman got out of the car, moving to the side she was on before he opened the door. It fell off the car with a thud and he looked in at her. "Buon Girno Singorie." he said as he looked at her. "I know this has been a lot of excitement, but there's more of them coming, so I'd suggest you let go of the car and follow me if you'd like to survive this night."

"Did you just say 'Come with me if you want to live'?" She couldn't think of any other question and flinched when he took a knife out of his pocket and cut through the seatbelt strap.

"I suppose I did." he met her eye, a slight twinkle in his as he smiled at her. "But we'll laugh about that later. Until then, come on." he took her hand, gently pulling her from the car before looking down the square as more cars started to pull in from the direction they had been going. "Shit. Come on." he said, pulling her over to a pizza delivery buy on a moped who he threw off, getting onto the moped. She climbed on after him as the pizza boy shouted at the two in Italian and the Englishman started to drive. Wrapping her arms around his middle Arabella screamed when she felt a bullet brush by them and looking in the rearview mirror the gentleman swore before taking a sharp turn down an alleyway. Arabella closed her eyes as he took turns and twists, doubling around and then cutting through alleys.

The cars following them shot and shot until he led them through an area they couldn't follow in the cars, the street blocked with stone statues that one car stupidly tried running into but found their car to be no match. A few blocks away the Englishman stopped the moped and looked at his watch, "Damn," he said as Arabella stepped off of the moped too. "We're miles from the drop point. We'll have to take a shortcut." he said as he looked at the building they were standing in front of.

"Englishman, please," Arabella said, panting. "Please, what is happening?" she asked and he looked at her.

"Those men were hired to kidnap you." he told her and she nodded.

"Yes, I understand that, but why?" she asked in exasperation.

"We've uncovered a plot that has been going on for some time where a group of people aren't happy with the newly disbanded monarchies, they think it's not enough, so they've decided to eliminate anyone with royal blood." he explained. "Your country is one of the more recent countries to disband the monarchy but for some reason they think you're a threat to democracy and that you'll stand in the way."

"I don't understand? I spoke in favor of that." she explained. "And I am not that close to monarchy, my family had been exiled."

"I know," he told her, looking her over. "But unfortunately that doesn't seem to be enough, they want to kill your entire family."

"Then we have to go home, my family, they needs to be told." she said and he nodded.

"We have people going there now to pick them up, I was assigned to keep an eye until we were sure of what was happening and when I saw you jump over the wall, I decided to follow you." he told her and she smiled slightly. "I'd say it's a damn good thing I did."

"Yes, I agree." she nodded before looking at the building they were standing in front of. It was an old church and she looked at him curiously. "Why we are here?"

"Ah, well, the shortcut we have to take will lead us straight to the plane we're going to use to take you home, but the shortcut is underground." he told her and she looked back at the church again.

The catacombs were something Arabella always swore she'd never go into, they were dark, dusty, smelled like death and had rats and spiders crawling around. And yet here she was, walking around the catacombs with this Englishman whose name she didn't even know.

"English?" she asked as she stepped carefully over either a rock of a head, she didn't really want to know. "What is your name ?"

"Harry," he told her. "Harry Hart,"

"And you are police, Harry Hart?"

"Not quite," he told her. "And I'm afraid that's all I can tell you."

"You are secret agent." she said with a slight smile, following Harry's footsteps before something caught her long skirt. Pausing she turned around to unhook it from what she hoped was a tree root, and when she turned back she didn't feel Harry in front of her. "Harry? Harry!" she gasped, stepping forward blindly before tripping over something. She tried to stand up but after feeling something almost fleshy she screamed, scooting back on the cold dirt floor before her hand touched something else making her scream again.

"Arabella, Arabella!" Harry was kneeling in front of her, holding her shoulders. "Calm down, it's okay I'm right here."

"Where did you go?" she asked and he sighed.

"I didn't realize you had stopped. Next time tell me." he told her gently as he helped her to her feet. "Come on," taking one of her hands he pulled her along the tunnel gently, until there was a fork in the tunnel. "This way," he said gently, tugging her to the left and walking.

"How much further is it?" Arabella asked, her shoes were made for looking cute while she danced, they were not made for her walking all over the city, or rather, all under the city.

"Another two miles," he said making her groan. Pausing he looked at her before looking down at her shoes, the light from his watch shining onto the heels. "I don't suppose those are very comfortable for this much walking.

"Not quite, no." Arabella agreed and he sighed before looking at her.

"I'm afraid it can't be helped just yet. When we get on the plane I'll have something you can change into. Until then, you'll just have to keep your chin up, I'm afraid."

Arabella whined as they walked but after hearing a scratching sound down one of the hallways they passed she gripped Harry's hand tighter, walking closer to him. It felt like hours before they got to an area Harry said was their safe zone and after climbing up foot holds on the wall he pushed open a grate and climbed out before talking to someone outside of the catacombs for a moment until he returned and leaned down, offering his hand to her. She took it and he slowly pulled her up, when she was about halfway out of the hole he wrapped his other arm around her, holding her tight against him as he pulled her out.

"Gratzie," she said softly. And he smiled at her.

"Prego." he replied before he stood up, offering her his hand. "It seems your family left on a flight some hours ago," he told her as he helped her to her feet. "And my company will be sending another plane along shortly, so we can follow them."

"Where did they go?" she asked and he gave a small smile.

"Switzerland I believe." he told her making her chuckle softly.

"Everyone runs away to Switzerland."

Arabella looked at Eggsy who was watching her talk, watching her with a concentration like she hadn't expected. With a smile she leaned forward. "You are enjoying?"

"I didn't get to know Harry for too long," he explained. "It's mad hearing about his old jobs."

"He told stories at times." she shrugged as she sipped the wine.

"So, wait, what happened when you got to Switzerland?" Eggsy asked and she smiled.

"Well when we got to Switzerland-"

Arabella ran, panting off of the train, her whole body sore, the cuts on her face reopening as she dodged through people, three men chasing after her, she could see the car ahead when-

"Wait wait-" Eggsy looked confused, but amazed. "What happened to the plane? Didn't they come for you? When did you get on a train?"

"See you only asked what happened after we got to Switzerland. The more impressive story is what happened on the way to Switzerland," she smiled at him before taking another drink of her wine.

While waiting at the airport Arabella had kicked off her shoes and was laying on a low bench, her arm under her head and her eyes half closed while Harry was off contacting someone. She opened her eyes a little more when he approached and looking down at her he slipped off his jacket and laid it over her.

"Thank you," she said softly as he knelt down next to her.

"The plane should be here in a little more than an hour, if you'd like to try and sleep until then." he told her softly making her smile.

"I think I will just close my eyes for a few minutes, yes. You will still be here English?"

"Of course," he assured her, reaching out to gently brush a few strands of hair that had fallen in front of her eyes to the side of her face. "I'm not going anywhere."

Whew- Okay, I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I watched Kingsman again and loved how much hit reminded me of old spy movies and thought it would be fun to write a Kingsman story myself. Enjoy, please leave a review if you liked it!