AN: A side project that I just thought of after seeing the movie again. For those that know of Kingsman Version 2.0, I'll still mainly work on that one so updates will take longer with this. Also, in liberties I took in my previous stated fanfic does not apply to this one.

Comments are greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

Of course, the actual moment James receives the title of Lancelot was quite depressing. A man did just give his life for the sake of his, Galahad's, and Merlin's. There was no joy like when he beat the others at some stupid test. Just a simple feeling of sorrow for the man and especially the family that would never fully understand what he'd done.

However, the celebratory meeting with Arthur was much more enjoyable as he was issued his gun and given all necessary Kingsman equipment. It was one of the few moments when most of the Kingsman agents were at the base though a few, three to be exact, were gone on missions.

Except for Merlin and Galahad though, Lancelot hadn't truly met any of the other Kingsman agents. Merlin he was most familiar with as he had run the selection process and Galahad he knew a bit about thanks to the mission and the fact he was the most common agent to be found with Merlin but all the others were just names hosted onto pedestals that he'd suddenly joined the ranks of.

Nevertheless, James was never one to back down from a conversation, usually talking more than was necessary, and got along well with the other agents. He shook hands and smiled and nodded as each did the same in return. Still, any group, even one such as Kingsman, had that one outlier and James spotted him immediately.

Interrupting the agent that he was currently talking to James asked, "Which knight is that? I don't believe I've seen him before?"

The man glanced over and then let out a small chuckle as he turned back. "That's Alastair, codename Percival. Excellent agent but has no idea what a good time is. I'm pretty sure the only reason he's here is because somebody threatened him…." The man began to trail off as he noticed the ever increasing smile on James' face. "You're…happy about this? Am I correct?"

"Oh no, not happy," James quickly responded, still grinning largely. "I simply love a good challenge. Excuse me."

The man chuckled as James sauntered over. Alastair stood on the far side of the room with a glass of champagne his hand. He had a rather neutral look about him but from what the other had just said, James suspected that the agent really was just looking for the right moment to leave.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced," said James as he stuck out his hand. "I'm James."

"I already knew that. I was here when Arthur made the speech," he pointedly replied.

"I think the response you're looking for is my name is…"

"Percival."

"That's a codename. What's your actual name?"

"Why should I tell you? Clearly Gawain has already said it."

"He has," agreed James, "but if you knew that why not tell me anyways?"

"We're colleagues not friends," Alastair replied. Though he said it with a cool, even voice, James imagined him spitting out the words in annoyance. "I'm Percival. You're Lancelot. Nothing more, nothing less."

Giving off a small shrug, James responded, "I don't know. It's nearly impossible to fully separate your personal self from your work. Besides, Alastair is possibly one of the most interesting names here. Much better than James anyways. I would use it more often."

"Well you're not me so there's no point in making statements like that."

"So do you mind if I call you Alastair—"

"Of course I do!"

It was the first time Alastair had raised his voice and from the surprised looks going around, it must have been a rather rare feat. An awkward silence insured as the agents around them clearly tried to make it not obvious that they were talking about them. For spies most of them failed terribly.

"You know, I won't call you Alastair," James suddenly said, earning himself a wary look from Alastair. "I think I'll call you Perci-cical. You know, cause you're cold and stoic and—"

Stepping into James' person space, Alastair hissed, "I get it!" and stormed out of the room. Though really it was more like a graceful, fast paced walk but James imagined it was Alastair's equivalent of storming out.

Almost immediately he felt a hand on his shoulder as he turned to see Merlin.

"I don't think I've ever seen him that pissed," he commented in a rather serious tone though his slight smirk betrayed his true feelings on the matter. "Honestly, Harry's been trying to rile him up a bit for years and nothing has really hit."

"Harry?" asked James.

"Galahad."

"Right, of course! Slipped my mind for a second. But honest to god he's been trying to rile up Perci-cical as well?"

Merlin gave a rather undignified snort into his drink. "Fucking hell no wonder he stormed off. And yes, even ones as stately as Harry Hart at least know how to give a good joke now and then and keep the mood light. Percival's like a brick as far as things like that go. And he rarely cracks a smile or a frown so believe me when I say that what you did was quite interesting."

"Gawain mentioned that he was probably threatened to come. If he hates pleasantries like this so much why force him?" asked James curiously.

"Well, unlucky for him, he was in town when Arthur set this up. Of course he came up with a million and one excuses as to why he shouldn't attend and with any other agent Arthur probably would have excused them but even Arthur can see that Percival needs to lighten up."

"Do you think he's socially retarded?"

"No, at least it's more by choice than something to do with an imbalance of chemicals or the way his brain was formed. I've seen him undercover and he really is very good but for whatever reason he sees this place as work and only that. Most of us here think of each other as a second family now but Percival has never really connected on that front."

"That's obvious," James murmured into his drink. "Any idea as to where he went?"

"If not home then he's probably fuming outside the store front smoking a cigarette," replied Merlin. He stopped mid sip of his drink to give James a grueling look. "You're honestly not thinking of skipping your own party simply to go find him are you Lancelot?"

"Not skipping. Only a short break," James replied with a wink. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck I suppose. Though if we come down to see your mutilated corpse just know the only words said at your funeral will be 'I told you so'," responded Merlin with an irritated sigh.

James could only smirk as he replied, "I'll keep that in mind." He set down his drink and quickly hurried out of the room much to the curiosity and confusion of the others.

He took the stairs two at a time, hoping that if Alastair had begun to go home he'd catch him before he got out of sight.

The store manager at the front gave a bewildered look as he passed. "You're leaving your own party?"

"Only for a moment. I'll be right back," James hurriedly said. However, there was no need to rush as he stepped outside and Alastair was right there, cantankerously opening and closing a lighter in his left hand. He didn't glance over once as James walked over to him.

"Oh god," said James, "don't tell me you're planning on blowing up the store front!"

"Any basic trainee could see that this is a regular lighter and a small grenade by—"

"It was a joke! No need to lecture me. Just trying to lighten the mood."

"Clearly it isn't working."

"Would a smoke do seeing as you don't have one?" asked James producing a box of cigarettes. Upon Alastair's analyzing look he added, "They're not poisoned if you're worried."

"That's not it," growled out Alastair as he took one, quickly lit it, and took a satisfying drag. "I just don't understand what pleasure you're getting out of this. First you annoy me then you offer a cigarette."

"Annoy seems a fairly small word for how your reacted don't you think?"

"You fucking pissed me off! Better?"

"Much," James grinned as he placed his own cigarette into his mouth. Lighting it, he took a drag as well and waited for whatever Alastair would say next. Despite the increasingly long silence, he remained quiet, hoping the other would crack.

He did when he finally said, "I've changed my mind."

"About?"

"You can call me Alastair if it means not using that ridiculous nickname."

"Oh I don't know, Perci-cical has a nice ring to it."

In one huge huff, Alastair let his cigarette fall, stomped his foot on it, and then briskly walked off.

"Hey, I'll see you at work tomorrow!" James cried out. He got the finger in response once again causing him to smile at his accomplishment.

Doing the same thing Alastair had done to his cigarette, though in a much calmer manner, James headed back up stairs. The first one to approach him was Merlin again as he asked, "Do you have a death wish?"

"Were you listening in?" asked James coyly.

"No but I was staring out the window like everyone else and I can read lips. Are you trying to get yourself killed on the first day of the job?"

Ignoring the question, James replied in a pleased voice, "I think I found a new friend."

"And Percival's found a new enemy now can we move onto more interesting subjects than how you've succeeded in pissing off the man?"

"I thought you enjoyed such topics."

"Wrong. Harry does. I would rather not wake up strapped to a bomb with a note signed 'Sincerely Percival' on it."

"I guess I better go talk to Harry then."

Merlin face palmed and only shook his head as he watched Lancelot walk over to Harry. He really wasn't looking forward to how the entire situation would turn out.