I find Harry sitting in an armchair in the library on the second floor. He's reading a book about marine war strategies in World War II as I walk in. "Hello, darling." Harry puts the book aside and opens his arms for me. I sit down on his lap, giving him a hello kiss. He beams at me. "How are things with your brother? How did he react to your reunion?" I smile and lean my head against Harry's shoulder, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Better than I thought. Rather than being angry at me for never telling him what was really going on, he was understanding." And after a little pause, I add: "Harry, do you think this was a good idea? To get Eggsy into Kingsman, I mean." Harry looks me in the eyes, before, with most honesty, he answers: "If he, by any chance, appears to be just a little bit like you, my darling, then I think this was a rather outstanding idea." Stunned by the sincerity he put in this answer, I pull him closer and whisper something into his ear. "You, Harry Hart, are a wonderful man." Then our lips melt together in a kiss full of love and adoration.
Two days later I storm into the hospital wing. "Harry! Where is he?" Merlin has just called me and told me that Galahad's latest mission has gone terribly wrong. Harry got hurt, badly, and is now under medical observation 24/7. "Shh, Jane, calm down, he's not gonna die." Hamish tries to give me a comforting hug, but I soon escape from his arms, desperate to get to Harry's bed. He looks so fragile as he lays there, face covered with cuts and bruises, a tube to help him breath in his throat. Carefully, I take his hand in mine. "What happened out there, Arthur?" "We don't know. There was a big explosion and fire.", my boss answers, not able to look me in the eyes. He knows. He goddamn knows about me and Harry, I can see it now. "His MRI shows no signs of concussion. No brain damage either." Hamish steps next to me. "When will he wake up?" I immediately regret having asked this question, as I do not even want to hear the answer. I'm too scared I won't like it. "I don't know, I'm sorry. We've got no idea about what he was exposed to in there." The door opens and Eggsy comes in. Immediately, I let go of Harry's hand. There's enough going on right now, I don't feel the urge to have the pleasure to additionally explain to my overprotective brother why I am in a relationship with a Kingsman agent who is more than twice my age and could die every fucking day doing his job.
"Will he be alright?" My brother's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. With a worried look on his face, Eggsy turns towards us. "Patient, Eggsy.", Merlin answers. "Right now, we need to be patient. It would be better if you focused on your training. Make it through the tests. Make him and your sister proud."
It takes Harry a bloody month to wake up. I spend these four long weeks going on double the amount of missions I usually do, trying to replace my partner as best I can. The rest of the time I try to coach my brother and his way too stubborn dog JB. The day Galahad finally wakes up from coma, I'm in Edinburgh, trying to catch a Japanese drug dealer. Don't ask me what a drug dealer is doing in this cozy Scottish town, because I have no idea.
Sore and tired, I make my way back to the private jet Kingsman provided me in order to be able to move as fast as possible, when I get a text from Merlin. "Our Sleeping Beauty just woke up.", he wrote me, and I can't help but laugh at Harry's new nickname. That one's gonna stick around for a while, I'm quite sure about that. The amusement on my face soon turns into a smile of anticipation. Finally, I am going to be able to speak to Harry again, to tell him how much I missed him during this month and that I love him to the moon and back. I am as happy right now as I haven't been for a very long time.
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Love Me, Little Butterfly - KINGSMAN
FanfictionThis is the story of two Kingsman agents and their undying love for each other, a love that doesn't follow any rules, doesn't know age and even defies death.