Survivors (Keith x OC)

Chapter 5: Fall of the Castle of Lions

"The monster fell from the sky.", the Arusian king told the story of Voltron's battle with the robeast to the Arusians gathered in the castle. "It was an epic battle, but Voltron was victorious!"

The Arusians who were roleplaying as Voltron collapsed to the floor in defeat.

"No, I said Voltron was victorious!"

The Arusians stood up and corrected their mistake. Phoebe couldn't help but giggle. They were just to cute!

"Thank you your majesty, for that . . .wonderful production.", Allura kindly thanked the king. "It saddens me that we must leave tomorrow, but we must continue our battle with Zarkon and spread peace through the universe."

Allura handed the Arusian king a communicator, which would allow them to contact Allura and the paladins if they ever were in need of help.

"Hoora!", the Arusian king cheered, his people joining in.

"We need something like that.", Phoebe jokingly said as she walked over to Lance and Keith.

"Like what?", Lance asked.

"You know, like a cheer. A team cheer we do. It would be fun!"

"Hmm, yea ok. How about 'I say Vol, and you say tron'. Vol?" Lance looked over to Keith to finish the cheer.

"Uh, Vol-tron?", Keith hesitantly answered.

"No, no no no no the cheer includes the instructions. I say Vol, and you say . . ."

"Vol-tron?"

"We'll work on it.", Lance said in defeat.

Phobe, however, began to laugh at the two. How could Keith be so stupid and yet so cute while doing it!? Lance took a sip from his glass, and quickly regretted it.

"Coran . . . What is this!?"

"Its Nunvil. The nectar of the gods."

"It tastes like hot dog water and feet.", Lance replied, trying to hold it down.

"Yeah, makes a wonderful hair tonic as well.", Coran added.

"Well, I've tasted worse." Phoebe said as she took a sip from her glass.

"What could be worse than this?" Lance asked as he started to become dizzy and nauseous.

"Trust me . . . You dont want to know."

"I guess I better get used to this space juice. Who knows when we'll be back home again.", Lance sighed.

"Yeah, if ever." Keith stepped in.

"What do you mean?"

"Zarkon has been ruling for over 10,000 years. How long do you think it will take us to stop him?"

Lance began to choke on his words as he tried to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry, I think this Nunvil is getting to me, I got to go!" Lance walked away to the stairs and left the celebration, leaving Keith and Phoebe behind.

"Is he ok?" Keith asked Phoebe.

"He will be fine. He's probably just home sick.", Phoebe replied. "Dont let his 'macho' act fool you. He is quite the softie." Phoebe smiled as she look at Lance who was still walking up the staircase.

"Seems like you two know eachother well."

"Well yeah, he has always been there for me. He is my family." Phoebe looked back at Keith, who had a confused look on his face.

"So are you two related?"

"No! We look nothing alike." Phoebe sighed. "He and his family kinda took me in as their own."