Galahad Lives
warning: not gonna be what you want it to be or even close to that. Major Canon Character Death
After two years of silence a single very Bond themed message came in - Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. It’s more classic Bond dialogue than the recent films and Eggsy can’t help that it rekindles a treacherous hope he’d extinguished. Grief and acceptable couldn’t trump blind hope.
So Eggsy had put on a suit and become Galahad. Merlin in his ear her went to an arranged meeting spot, both pretending not to be hoping for the same thing. Harry Hart being more impossible than he had any right to be, because they missed him dearly. Enough that a ghost of a chance had them both on the more to investigate.
It was a calm day and the gardens their messenger had chosen were fragrant with roses mostly. But Eggsy thought he could spot stalks of lavender as well, among other small, colorful flowers he rightly knew nothing about. It leant a dream-like quality to it all. As if Eggsy was having just another restless night and his mind had conjured up some fantasy for him. But the almost suffocating smell of the roses was hardly something Eggsy appreciated. He’d rather smell a back alley over so much of the flora around him. Beautiful as the roses were they seemed oddly foreboding. Why Eggsy thought of Alice painting the roses red in the Queen of Hearts’s gardens when his eyes round a bush of red petal he wasn’t certain.
None of that mattered a little further on the path, away from the few others scattered about that looked like professional gardeners. It was a privately owned garden so it wasn’t unsurprising to see no one else around. Until Eggsy laid eyes on a man in a suit. Tall and broad across the shoulders with their back to Eggsy.
The niggling little hope caught in Eggsy’s throat and his knees shook until he locked them. Swallowing around the tightness in his throat Eggsy made his way closer until he had to stop due to his suddenly rubbery legs. Merlin was silent in his ear. He didn’t even make a peep when Eggsy forced the name out of his mouth.
“Harry?”
But the face that looked back at Eggsy was not the one he hoped to see.
Charlie grinned at him in his bespoke pinstriped suit. Hair carefully styled just as Harry used to, and now Eggsy did. It was worse than the ghost Eggsy saw stare back at him from the mirror.
Two years Eggsy had grieved, had went on his way from a man who wouldn’t be returning. Shed his tears and vented his anger at an empty grave vainly thinking it meant he’d moved on. That he’d hoped, that he’d come here expecting to see Harry revealed the ugly truth - Eggsy hadn’t let him go.
“Don’t look so disappointed, Eggy. You’ll have your reunion.” Charlie said smirking and drawing a pistol from a shoulder holster under his suit jacket.
Merlin roused from his shock and shouted at Eggsy to find cover or curl up to let the suit take the shot.
Instead Eggsy looked down at the barrel and heard himself get out before the shot only a few words.
“This ain’t that kinda movie.”
Two week later Merlin found a message on his personal server - Eggsy, where the devil are my slippers?
Harry Hart had just missed his successor’s funeral.