You’re terrified, breaking into a cold sweat as you stand
with the other recruits. A man stands before you. ‘Merlin’. You’d bet your
right pinky that his real name is bog standard, and kind of boring. The only
thing that makes you feel slightly less nervous about all this is that you know
you’re not the only one out of place here.
There’s the boy standing just in front of you, to the left,
who looks like he’s fresh off the estate. Snapback, polo shirt, way too much
Lynx Africa – the works.
You’re not like the others here. Upperclass men and women,
probably having everything handed to them on a silver platter by their parents.
You grew up in a working class family, with your dad long gone from the
picture. Your mum had tried to have other relationships, but nothing worked
out. Being the youngest of three, you were determined to prove yourself.
Kingsman was your shot.
It had been a surprise when your mum’s ex had turned up out
of the blue, telling you that he had a job interview. On the way, he had
explained everything. Kingsman was a small agency of agents trained to take out
threats. Each Kingsman agent had a different alias relating to the Knights of
the Round Table. Jack explained that he was otherwise known as Gawain. They had
recently lost their Lancelot in a rescue mission gone wrong, and you were going
to train to replace him.
Merlin finishes delivering his speech and exits the room,
leaving you to write your name, blood type and next of kin on the body bag left
on your bed. You stare at it for a moment, eyes wide. The boy in the snapback
“This is fucking mental,” he mutters.
“Tell me about it,” you reply. He raises his eyebrows at
“You weren’t expecting this either?”
You shrug, shaking your head. “Nah. I never thought I’d end
up in a job interview to be a spy, of all things.”
He holds out a hand to you, which you accept with a warm
smile. “I’m Eggsy.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N.”
You nod. “Likewise, Eggsy.” You hope this is the start of a
good friendship, assuming that you both survive.
* * * * *
“Y/N, wait!” You’re too busy throwing your clothes into your
bag to care. Your breathing is laboured, your chest heaving as you try to stop
yourself from crying. You came so far and you did so well, and now it’s all
over. You just have to go home, and not tell anyone what’s happened.
Eggsy grabs hold of your shoulder, spinning you round to
“Where are you going? You can’t just leave,” he insists.
You shake your head. “I’m not just leaving. Merlin told me
to go. I failed. Good luck with the rest of the interview.”
“Look, we can talk to him. We can explain what happened -”
“No, we can’t, Eggsy!” you snap. “It’s over, I’m done! I
wish it didn’t have to be like this, but it does. Guess it’s just you, Roxy and
Charlie now. I failed, okay? I didn’t hit the target.”
“You were just outside the target! You missed it by
You press your lips together tightly. “I fucked up. Failure’s
failure, there’s no skirting around it. I – I need to pack.”
Before you can turn around to face your bag, his hands are
clutching your cheeks, pulling you closer until his mouth is connected to
yours. Your hands flutter for a moment as you wonder what to do with them,
before finally letting them rest on his waist. It feels like you’re standing
there for hours, locked in your embrace, though you know it’s only seconds.
And all too soon, you’re breaking the kiss. It’s only then
that you realise the tears are falling fast and heavy, and there’s too many for
you to wipe away.
“I’m going to miss you,” you mumble. “You were the best part
about this whole interview, but we both knew one of us would go home sooner or later.”
He pulls you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of
your head. “Yeah, I know,” he agrees, with a soft sigh. “I promise, no matter
how this ends, I’ll come and find you, Y/N. I won’t let you be the one that
You smile into his shirt in spite of yourself. “I’ll hold
you to that. I love you, Eggsy. Endlessly.”
You look up to find him grinning at you like a complete
idiot. “Likewise, Y/N.”