Chapter 10

After that brief exchange, Eggsy hadn't see Sherlock for a few weeks. He heard from Harry that the detective was starting on a huge case. It wasn't after another week before he saw him again in the cafeteria, sipping coffee.

"Hey." He pulled out a chair and sat down next to Sherlock.

"Oh. Hey." Sherlock returned, but didn't say anything else.

"I just want to properly thank you for standing up to Dean Baker."

Sherlock locked his ice blue eyes with Eggsy's green ones, studying him for a long time before answering, "He's your stepfather." It was a statement, not a question.

Eggsy wasn't very surprised. "Yeah. You heard from Harry?"

"No," Sherlock smiled slightly. "I deduced it myself." He mentally sighed in relief at the younger man's honest reply. He was glad that Eggsy didn't act outraged or embarrassed; people with those kind of feeling were just so hard to handle!

"Deduced?"

Sherlock took a deep breath. "You share the same accent, and familiarity with the pub Black Prince. You both tense up when you see each other. So you're from the same area, then, knowing each other but sharing a tense relationship. Given your age, you could be his former henchman, or close relative. However, you show obvious hatred for him, which you have only show to two other men, from what I know: Chester King and Richmond Valentine, who directly or inderctly caused Harry being shot in the head and presumably dead. So what happened between you two has to be more personal than a betrayal involving gang members—yes, I know from first glance that he is a local gang leader, don't look so shocked—that rules out former henchman/leader relationship. Close relative, then. You are too close to be nephew and son, so the most likely answer would be father and son. Even an idiot like Anderson (Who is Anderson? Eggsy thought briefly) would notice your different surname, though, so he has to be stepfather. As for what he did to you, given his temper and his like for hitting people, I assume he is an appalling father material, possibly hitting you more than once." He finished it all without stopping for another breath.

Eggsy stood there, dazed. After a while, he said, "Wow. That's...cool."

"Oh, well... thanks?" Sherlock replied hesitantly.

"No wonder you're Merlin's student, being all so smart."

The two men sat there silently, Sherlock sipping his coffee, Eggsy studying his nails.

Sherlock's phone rang, and he pulled it out and read the text. "Oh, Merlin texted. I have to go." He said as he finished his coffee and grabbed his Belstaff coat, putting it on.

"Oh well, see you." Eggsy signed; he still didn't know much about agent Archimedes, but he wanted to.

Sherlock hurried out of the room.

Merlin was sitting in his office, when his assistant/protege opened the door and hurried in.

"So, what have you got?" Sherlock walked right behind Merlin and leaned to see what was on the computer screen, not bothering to greet his mentor or sitting down.

If it were anyone else, Merlin would have chastised their lack of manner. He reminded himself that it was Sherlock, and didn't say anything. No matter how many times Merlin had reminded him about his manner, he never listened; he simply didn't care about it.

Merlin secretly blamed his protege for his wrinkles and bald head (even though he had always been bald).

Sighing, Merlin showed Sherlock what he had about one Charles Augustus Magnussen.

So here it is, the tenth chapter. So terribly sorry for the massive delay, since I had a writer's block. The deduction part was said hard to right. Hope you enjoy this chapter. As usual, R&R!