Just when Eggsy believes that things can't get any more worse for him… things start to unexpectedly get better. But typically, not before things get a whole lot worse.

Eggsy wakes up to the sun streaming through his window, making his eyes squint at the brightness with a groan. Turning towards his alarm clock, he feels a jolt of shock run through him as he struggles to get out of the blankets and tumbles unceremoniously to the floor.

He's late for school – Dean's gonna have his fucking hide.

Despite having slept in, Eggsy feels exhausted and more hungry than he can ever remember being in his life. There's an uncomfortable feeling itching beneath his skin, an ache settling in his lower abdomen; it makes Eggsy feel breathless with the heat clinging to his skin, his sheets sticking to his body.

As Eggsy picks himself up off the floor, his world abruptly shifts, making him feel nauseous. Eggsy just manages to slap his hand against the wall to steady himself before he face plants the floor. Thank fuck for small miracles.

Slowly padding his way out of his room and down the hall, Eggsy's thankful Dean doesn't seem to be home. It's a welcome sight to see his mom tittering around in the kitchen on the phone, with Dean's ugly mug nowhere in sight.

"Mum?" Eggsy croaks out, swallowing thickly. "I'm feelin' a bit rough, can I stay home today?"

"Sure sweetie, why don't you-"Michelle abruptly cuts herself off, nostrils flaring and she turns to stare at him, eyes wide.

"Kathy, I've gotta go. I - I'll call you back later." Michelle says hurriedly, putting down the phone and making her way to his side.

"Oh, Eggsy." Michelle murmurs, laying her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up."

"I don't feel too good." Eggsy moans, "What's happenin' to me?"

Internally, Michelle is freaking out. But she tried to appear as calm as she could for Eggsy's benefit.

She just couldn't believe that this was happening to her poor boy. He was too young! He was fourteen years-old, he wasn't supposed to present until he was sixteen! And by the scent cloying the air, she could already tell he was presenting as an omega. And that terrified her.

"I know, sweetie." Michelle soothes, hand on either side of his cheeks, rubbing soothing circles to try to ease his worries. "Now, I'm a go get our stuff, and we're gonna head out to see Dr. Wilson, alright?"

"Noooo," Eggsy moans, shaking his head, "I jus' wanna eat and sleep in some more, mum. I'll feel better after some sleep - and food. I promise."

"No." Michelle says firmly, before gentling her tone.

"This ain't something you can sleep off, Eggsy. We'll get you somethin' to eat on the way." Michelle admonishes as she hurries into the other room to get her things.

Eggsy answering groan of complaint falls on deaf ears.

"Well, it seems that your son is an early bloomer." The doctor musses, flipping through his chart. "Your son is an omega, congratulations."

"I don't know how I missed all the signs!" Michelle says wistfully, glancing at her son through the medical room glass, as she stood outside of the room speaking with the doctor. "I was confident he would present as a beta or – or an alpha, but not an omega!"

The doctor raises an eyebrow. "Does this news displease you? Quite contrary to popular belief, omegas are not weak and require the need of constant protection. Omegas are quite known for their viciousness, and it can even be said that their instincts are much higher than that of a beta. It is why they are such good matches for alphas."

"N-No, of course not, that's not what I meant!" Michelle says, irked. "I simply meant that it's such a rare occurrence for someone to present as an omega. Most turn out to be betas."

The doctor nods in understanding. "Yes, quite true Ms. Unwin. As per yourself and the late Mr. Unwin, you are both betas, yes?"

"Yes."

"Have there been any omegas in your family?"

"No," Michelle sighs, "Not that I know of."

The doctor hums as he makes note of it in his chart. "Have there been anything of significance happen leading up to this visit?"

Michelle hesitates, before saying quietly. "He's already met his soulmate – it happened quite some time ago. Do ya think that's why he's presented so early?

The doctor's eyebrows disappear above his hairline. "He's already found his mate? Well, that explains some things."

"Does it?"

"Have they begun to bond yet?"

"No." Michelle says tiredly, running her hands through her hair. "It's been ten years since they've last seen each other."

"Oh? Would you like to elaborate?"

"He… he met his mate when he was four." Michelle explains, feeling worn out. "It happened when a man from my husband's work came to tell me he died. It was him. I didn't find out until Eggsy told me when he was ten."

"Do you think the boy is lying?"

"No doctor," Michelle denies, eyes narrowing. "If me boy is one thing, he ain't no liar."

"Of course, I apologize. So, his mate is an older fellow?" the doctor question carefully.

"Yes."

"Has he tried to make any contact since then? The man, I mean." The doctor clarifies.

"No, none at all. If he had, I would have thrown him off me doorstep."

"Well, this could be the reason that your son is experiencing pre-heat symptoms. There is a high chance of the possibility that he will experience an actual heat before the age of sixteen, considering the facts. It's his body's way of trying to catch up."

"What do I do, doctor? He's too young to be doin' any of this. I don't even 'ave a heat room!"

"Not too worry; we have a heat facility right here in out sector." The doctor appeases. "I have taken the liberty of appointing an omega staff member to speak with him and answer any questions he may have and tend to his needs. In the meantime, I will prescribe a low-dosage suppressant which will lessen the effects. When his heat passes, we can discuss a long-term solution."

If Eggsy had known how this day would go, he would have woken up sooner.

Not only did he not have to see Dean's ugly mug of a face, he gets to have his own special accommodation apartment at the hospital all to himself for a three days. The room came with a bedroom, an adjacent bathroom, and a kitchen.

The nurse who helped explain to him what was happening, and helped him into bed, was hella fine. He couldn't wait to get back home and brag to Ryan and Jamal, they'd be so jealous that he had a maid at his every beck and call.

But right now all he could think to do was sleep.

The medicine the doctor gave him left him feeling sluggish, a welcoming feeling from the engulfing heat that had been burning through his system.

As Eggsy surrendered to the enticing lull of sleep, he couldn't help but let his mind drift off to images of a man in a suit, his voice guiding him down into the darkness.

His last thought was that he didn't even know his name.