Chapter 11:

Eggsy stared in horror and disbelief as dark red blossomed from Harry's chest, spreading onto his pristine white dress shirt. There was a click as the gunman's empty pistol fired, and Eggsy immediately shot him with Harry's gun. The man dropped to the ground, instantly dead.

"No, no, no, no…" Eggsy whispered, pressing his fingers to the wound, trying to staunch the bleeding.

"Eggsy," Harry murmured, smiling through the pain. His breathing was shallow, and growing more so with each breath. "I'm so proud of you."

"No, shut up! Don't be a moron. Don't you dare pull this fuckin' proud of me shit," he hissed, tears springing to his eyes. "You're going to get through this. You have to." The blood was everywhere. It seeped through his fingers. Eggsy ripped a piece of his shirt off in an attempt to soak up some of the blood. He could taste its metallic tang on his tongue.

"Eggsy-"

"No, don't. Please. Please don't leave me, please, Harry," Eggsy cried desperately as Harry's eyes began to close. "You can't. Not again."

"Eggsy, don't cry…" Harry opened his eyes with a great deal of effort to take one last look at those beautiful green eyes, smiling.

"Why…" Eggsy whispered, not bothering to try and keep the tears from flowing. Harry lifted a hand to brush away a tear. A hot, uncomfortable, prickling sensation grew on Harry's wrist, but he didn't dare look at it. Instead, he stripped off the watch covering his soulmark, because at that moment, he knew. He knew. He had never been sure. But that was just an excuse, on a list of hundreds. He was a coward, plain and simple. He had been such a coward, because what if their marks didn't match? Harry couldn't begin to imagine a life like that, when he didn't have the freedom to kiss those damn lips just because he felt like it without the slightest twinge of guilt, to wrap his arms around the lithe, strong, warm body after a tiring mission.

"Why'd you come to save me?" Eggsy asked again, voice cracking. Harry smiled sadly, pulling Eggsy's face towards his, brushing his lips against his a final time. "Why?"

"Because I love you," he breathed, upturning his palm for Eggsy to see, just as his eyes glazed over. Eggsy clutched the hand like a lifeline, squinting at the familiar silver emblem on his wrist, save for one thing.

Written across his wrist in pure, shining gold, were two words. A name.

Eggsy Unwin.

"No," Eggsy whispered, looking at his own wrist for confirmation. On his wrist in identical elegant script were two words. A name, a name that had not been there before. Harry Hart.

"Noooo," he sobbed, grabbing Harry's shoulders and shaking him hard. "Don't you dare, you bloody tosser. Wake up, you fucking… don't… please… you can't leave me, not after last time…"

There was no response.

Eggsy released a guttural scream and buried his face into Harry's neck, not caring if an entire army barged through right this second and shot him dead. Even Merlin was silent. What was the world without Harry Hart? What was living without Harry Hart?

Eggsy cried into Harry's chest, tears seeping into the white fabric that smelled like expensive cologne and Harry.

A full minute passed with just the sounds of Eggsy's heaving sobs, when he suddenly began to notice a very peculiar sensation traveling up his arm. He stared in shock as glowing silver lines spiraled and swirled from his wrist to his elbow, as if liquid silver had been injected into his veins, burning through the fabric of Harry's jacket, looping up to his shoulder and disappearing beneath the collar of Eggsy's shirt. He felt a scorching heat consume the left area of his chest, and he inhaled sharply from the pain. With a sudden blaze of heat that left Eggsy gasping, fiery red and gold lines surged from his heart to his arm, replacing the silver with flowing trails of molten silver. The lines swiftly flooded out from Eggsy's arm and streaked into Harry's chest. A brilliant, blinding light suddenly exploded, causing Eggsy to shield his eyes, right from Harry's chest. Right from where his heart was.

Eggsy blinked, trying to clear the spots dancing across his vision. He felt nothing- no pain from his injuries, no grief or anger. A pleasant, soft feeling soared from his chest. His gaze immediately went to the rosy colour filling in Harry's cheeks, and the way the man's chest was slowly rising and falling.

Eggsy's pulse stuttered, his heart leaping into his throat. It couldn't be.

A moment later, Harry's eyes fluttered open.

Eggsy threw himself at his soulmate, swearing and yelling all sorts of rude obscenities.

But above it all, three words, over and over and over again.

"I love you."

"God, I love you too. Forever and always, Eggsy,"

Eggsy leant down and kissed Harry, smiling against his lips.

"Bastard," Eggsy added a moment later.

THE END

AN: Alright, I've milked it long enough. :P Unless my beloved readers would like an epilogue...? *winks*

-agentgalahad