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Every Day Discovering

Eggy's first impression of his great uncle was that Chester King looked like the cliché head master at some posh, ultraconservative private school. The sort who only gave a shit about the richest of his students and got a sick pleasure out of punishing anyone who even thought about stepping out of line. Preferably with the strap or a cane. Did they still do that at the old schools that hadn't updated their thinking over the past few centuries? He'd have ta ask Harry or one of his uncles about it later. They'd probably all gone to the poshest schools around. Ones he hadn't even heard of and wouldn't have wanted to attend even if that had been an option. School and him had never gotten along well.

But he had more important things to think about right now than Britain's educational system, Eggsy reminded himself. He was looking at a werewolf who really, really wanted him dead and was surrounded by other werewolves who would probably be happy ta do away with him at their alpha's order.

The current alpha of Kingsman Pack did not strike Eggsy as the alpha type though. Or at least not the sort you saw on the telly or in a book. Eggsy was pretty sure that even the fuck up male trainees he'd watched on the obstacle course could take this bloke down. And not just cause this King was old enough ta be Eggsy's granddad. There was just something about King that said he didn't like ta get dirty or bloody, and had spent his life paying or ordering others ta do that sort of business for him. And if he were ta come at ya personally it would be from behind and with help.

Gobshite.

Watching the man stand up so that he could tower over him more menacingly Eggsy next thought was that he wouldn't be surprised if they discovered a ruler up this one's arse during his autopsy when he kicked the bucket. And man but he was all for the old man dying soon. Otherwise he'd be the one on the slab if this fucker had anything to say about it.

"So you're Lee's bastard."

Oh yeah, they were going to be the best of mates in no time. Not.

"Actually my parents were married when I was born. There are rings in the pics and everything."

A dismissive sound. "And you wish to officially join this pack?"

"I wish to observe this pack for the next month to see if I want to join or not." Was Eggsy's scripted answer, delivered right on cue. "I haven't been part of this pack since I was a sprog and I don't remember it at all. I also ain't been in a pack since then and I've managed well enough. So with your permission I'd like ta get to know the people and such before I swear my fealty and such."

Technically it would be easier for King to kill him if he wasn't a part of his pack, but they also didn't want him under King's command either. There was also some hope that King would take his reluctance to join as a sign that he wouldn't be challenging him any time soon since it was far harder for someone not of the pack to challenge to become alpha apparently.

"And your child?"

"My what now?" It took Eggsy a moment to make the connection. Again. "Daisy ain't my kid. She's my little sister. Why does everyone keep thinkin she's mine? Your generations were the ones so eager ta start poppin out sprogs as soon as you hit your late teens."

And okay, seeing as both he and his father were the result of birth control not being used maybe people could argue Eggsy was destined to knock someone up young too, but he preferred to think that the third time was going to be the charm. He'd put a ring on it first. No, scratch that. On him or her first. That was the plan, anyway.

Belatedly it dawned on Eggsy that he should have just said that Daisy was his sister and left it at that.

"As she is not one of us she is not welcome here."

"Yeah, Uncle Taron mentioned that."

Silence dominated the space as King contemplated his next few moves, Eggsy staying quiet as directed.

The old bastard's eyes shifted off to the side for a moment, seeming to consider someone in the crowd before turning his attention back to Eggsy.

"Why should I even consider allowing your presence upon my lands seeing as one of my people was injured by you?"

Opening his mouth to give the answer he'd been told to give Eggsy found himself looking instead in the direction of a woman about his own age who had gotten up from her seat. And was clearing her throat to get their attention.

"Miss. Morton?"

"Forgive my interruption, Alpha, but as the individual in question I wish to state that Eggsy Unwin was in no way at fault for the injuries I sustained. Charles Hesketh ill-advised plan of attack and my own carelessness in not anticipating both their actions caused my minor injuries. I in no way hold Mr. Unwin accountable for what happened and ask that he be allowed the chance to consider entrance into our pack." The girl looked over and met Eggsy's gaze. "My maternal would not be alive today if not for the courage and heroism of Lee Unwin, his father. If the son is half the man his father was we would be lucky to have him."

Oh he liked this Roxy Morton. They were definitely going to be mates.

"I'm sorry you were injured tracking me down before. I didn't know you were hurt. I wouldn't have left ya like that if I'd realized." As it was Eggsy could only assume that the others had arrived before Hesketh had time to regain his wits. The fucker had definitely meant to take both him AND Roxy out of the equation that night after all.

Roxy inclined her head in his direction.

"Neither my mate nor I have any objection to the boy being allowed into the pack." Another man stated from his seated position, the man beside him nodding as well. The girl's parents?

"Father, if I may."

Eggsy watched as William approached the dais his father stood on, not surprised in the least that the senior King remained where he was even though it meant he had to lean down to hear whatever his son was saying without their words being overheard. No easy thing when you had hearing like theirs, but William managed it. Or at least Eggsy assumed that his father's cousin wasn't just pretending to speak to his father in order to give the man more time to realize how best to screw them all over.

Glancing over at Taron to see what his uncle was making of all this Eggsy was not reassured by the intensity of which his uncle was staring at the two. The predator that lurked beneath his uncle's skin and devil may care attitude, Eggsy could sense it even if the wolf was currently not in Taron's eyes.

Did he think William had been lying about helping them? Was he a double agent? Though could you really be a double agent when you'd only had minutes to pick sides? Not important. What was important was that William was coming back over to retake his position on Eggsy's other side. A choice that now didn't reassure him in the slightest since Eggsy didn't like the gleam in the elder King's eyes at all as the old fart stared down at him.

It couldn't possibly bode well for him.

Maybe he needed to switch places with Taron. Hadn't his uncle insisted that he could take William in a fight? Though could he? It would just figure if he gained and lost an uncle within twenty-four hours. Murphy's fucking Law and all that. That he'd be stuck with just Addison then was just insult to injury.

"My son has generously offered to oversee your introduction to our pack and educate you as to how we do things here. Neither of your uncles is particularly good at following the rules so I hope you will surprise me by learning well from my son and not wasting his time."

Stating that he understood struck Eggsy as his best course of action.

"Good. For the next thirty days you are allowed to enter our pack lands and interact with my people. At the end of those thirty days, unless you give me cause to end this...trial early, you may state your intentions to join or not."

"I agree."

A last glance in his direction and then King turned his full attention to Taron.

"Your injuries, should I expect another complaint about you from another pack?"

"Nope. Or at least not that I know of." A smirk. "And shouldn't you be asking who hurt me and coming to MY defense now that you're acting as my alpha?"

"Usually you're asking for it."

"That's not very progressive of you. Blaming the victim."

King snorted.

"Well if it makes you feel better, Alpha...I'll be hanging around for the next month at least. The only people I'll be driving to violence are members of our own pack. Or at least British people."

Man Eggsy hoped someone got a picture of the face King was making.

"He needs his other injuries seen to as soon as possible, Alpha." Rachel called out, trying to head off the two getting into one of their apparently legendary fights. "With your permission I'll escort him to the infirmary now."

King gave her that permission, obviously glad to see Taron go.

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Well it had not gone to plan, big surprise, but overall it could have gone worse. A lot worse. Though William's actions and what he was up to remained to be seen. Harry believed William King to be an honorable man. He did. But in this pack there was no one more loyal to the current alpha than William was. Or perhaps that was incorrect. It would be more accurate to say that no one was more loyal and devoted to the King Pack than William, which was why he was the ideal choice to become alpha.

At the end of the day William was likely the one person Chester King had or would ever love, truly love, and it was that fact that made him the worse choice to become alpha. An alpha's job, first and foremost, was to be the parent and protector of ALL packmates. To care more for them and their happiness than his own wellbeing. Chester wanted and saw only the power and prestige of the position. If he became alpha the King pack's only saving grace would be that William would do his best to act as a shadow alpha, influencing his father on behalf of the others. Because Chester did listen to his son, obviously. And yes a lot of the time the elder King had the habit of taking credit for William's ideas or twisting them around to benefit him more, but every little bit of good William managed was appreciated by all.

Such as now. But...what had William said just now? What had he promised to do?

Still, now that they'd been dismissed without bloodshed Harry breathed a sigh of relief he hadn't even realized he'd been holding in as Eggsy arrowed straight for him to walk at his side as they left the meeting room and stepped into the mostly empty hallway again.

"You aren't going to tell us what you said to him, are you?" Addison wanted to know as soon as they were out of hearing range from those guarding the doors to the room they'd just vacated.

"No. There's no need. What are your planned next moves?" William asked Taron, ignoring the scowl Addison was aiming in his direction.

"Well first Uncle Taron is going with Rachel ta get looked over." Eggsy informed him, not about to let his uncle worm his way out of that. And making the other man underestimate Taron sounded like a good idea too, just in case. Provided of course that his uncle hadn't been lying about the severity of his wounds and this would give William clues as to where to aim later. Dammit.

Lips curving ever so slightly, William stated that he'd walk them to the infirmary then. To make sure Taron didn't try to make a break for it.

"Ha ha."

"You are even worse than Hart."

"I resent that." Though Harry was willing, in his head, to admit that William wasn't wrong either.

"Let me guess. Uncle Addy is even worse."

"Oh your Uncle Taron took advanced First Aid courses and studied under multiple healers including myself to learn how to patch Addison up when he's injured." Rachel informed Eggsy. "I usually don't treat him. Or I should say he doesn't 'allow me' to treat him unless he's unconscious and has no say in the matter. Your younger uncle prefers to take after the Black Knight from 'Monty Python' when it comes to injuries."

"Gotcha. Tis but a scratch?"

"A scratch?! Your arm's off." Taron shot back at Eggsy, a definite gleam in his eyes.

"No it isn't."

"Then what's that, then?"

Eggsy adopted a very pompous, King-ish tone of voice. "I've had worse."

"You lie."

"Come on, you pansy."

Harry should not find the fact that Eggsy actually knew his 'Monty Python' movies, or at least that one attractive as hell. But oddly enough he did.

Merlin, unfortunately, decided to interrupt the two before they could see how long the two Egertons could keep going line wise. "The scene with the peasants who've dressed the woman up as a witch is better. Or the killer bunny."

"The bunny was sick." Eggsy agreed. "I had a mate who had a stuffie of that rabbit, fangs, blood, and everything. We were all jealous as lads."

Shaking his head over that Harry left them to their discussion of the movie, commenting only when someone said anything to him. William was even quieter, though that wasn't unusual.

When they reached the infirmary Rachel handed Daisy over to Merlin, her mate immediately turning all his attention to fussing over the dozing infant. Eggsy looked at him for reassurance that his sister was in good hands and Harry gave him a nod and shoulder squeeze in return. Rachel meanwhile grabbed Taron's hand and dragged/walked him over to the main exam table with William following close behind.

The fact that Taron hopped up and onto the table without help was a good sign, the man going to work undoing the buttons on his shirt while Rachel held his face between her hands as she got a better look at the facial bruising. Colorful bruising for a colorful character, Harry thought with a smirk.

Addison joined William in crowding in when Rachel unwrapped the cloth bandage to reveal the decent sized 'scratch' Taron had picked up the day before across his torso. The wound had been closed with butterfly bandages in two places and to Harry's eyes it looked like Taron had done a good job of patching himself up. He didn't think Rachel would need to put stitches in.

"Doesn't look too bad, does it?"

Looking down at Eggsy, who was looking up at him questioningly, Harry smiled in agreement. "And he's had much worse than this. I can promise you that."

"All this fuss for nothing." Was Addison's opinion on the matter, Taron echoing the sentiment but was overruled by Rachel and William.

Ignoring the others for the moment Eggsy continued to give Harry his full attention as he stated that that Roxy girl seemed a real corker.

"Yes, she's a lovely girl. She would be a good friend for you to make during your time in the pack. And given that James, her maternal dominant, wouldn't be alive if not for your father I think it's safe to say that they would be fine if you wished to court her." And God, could he sound any more priggish? Just because he didn't like the idea of losing the boy's interest and the strokes that gave to his own ego didn't mean that-

"You tellin me that I ain't made it clear which member of your pack I'm most interested in getting ta know real up close and personal?"

"She's rather closer to your age though." And I'm older than both your parents.

"So what? Are you's sayin that she's better cause she's younger than ya?" A sly smile. "Ya reached your expiry date already, Harry? Dead shame if that's the case. A real waste."

Harry considered boxing Eggsy's ears before deciding against it.

Though at least the younger man had the sense to lower his voice given his next words.

"You know I thought you posh blokes were convinced that everything got better with age. Liquor, cheese, shops. Men. Cause as fine as you probably was back in the day I bet you've only gotten better with age and experience, Harry Hart. And I ain't plannin on chasin after any tail but yours for the foreseeable future. Not less you have a better reason ta put me off than my age."

"I'm not a bottle of wine or brandy, Eggsy."

"Bet I'd love getting my mouth round ya more."

Oh for the love of-

"You do realize that it would take no effort on my part to completely overpower you and give you a sound beating for your impertinence, don't you?"

"I could think of a lot of other things I'd rather ya do ta me arse...but I ain't opposed ta rough sex with ya if that's what you's is askin."

Sigh. "I'd comment about your generation's obsession with double entrees and twisting one's words to make them dirty...but it would be an obvious waste of my breath and time."

"True. It'd be spent better thinking of what ya want ta do ta me. And me ta do ta ya."

"Are you always this forward?"

"Nope. You're special."

Not being a fool Harry knew it was far from in his best interests to believe that. And yet...