Voltron (Percy Jackson edition)

Nico plays twenty questions with aliens

Sometimes Grover wondered just how he managed to get into these kinds of situations, and in the end, he always blamed Percy for each and every single one of them because wherever there was Percy, trouble always lingered around the corner.

Then again, Percy was the best friend that Grover could ask for and there was no possible way he could ever not hang around him. They had been stuck in the same Garrison squad together and roughly picked on by the other crews, so if they hadn't bonded over that, then Grover would probably be wallowing in his dorm room at the moment.

But no, instead he was on his way with Jason Grace, one of the best pilots of their generation, (besides maybe Nico, that kid was scary) to search for a giant mechanical yellow lion.

Yeah, totally normal and sane.

Sometimes he wondered when he was going to wake up in the mental institution, but Grover was just beginning to realize that holy crap this was real he had flown through a wormhole and was about to breach the atmosphere of a weird desert planet he had never seen before-

"Paladins," Will Solace's voice crackled over the speakers of the shuttle he and Jason had borrowed, "you will have roughly two Vargas, or rather, Earth hours, before the wormhole closes, so make em' quick. The planets you're headed for are fairly peaceful, so if y'all don't make it back, you'll have somewhere nice to vacation for the rest of your lives."

"Seriously Will- not helping," Grover complained. He was nervous enough talking to an alien, let alone going through a strange portal that zapped him across the universe, but he had been taking a lot of risks lately, he might as well not back down now.

Though he still didn't see how Percy seemed totally chill with all of this.

"Don't be nervous," Jason instructed from the seat next to him, expertly maneuvering the joystick. Grover looked down to his shoes and wondered just how he would ever pilot a machine alongside Jason and the others when he hadn't so much as sat in a pilot's chair before.

It was easy for him to say.

"You're a mechanic, you don't fly," Grovers head shot up to Jason, who had just seemed to read his thoughts. "But, we were all thrown into this situation, and you'll do just fine. Yellow will help you just like blue did with Percy. Besides, you aren't alone, I'm a bit rusty," Jason absentmindedly rubbed at his mechanical arm, "and Annabeth hasn't flown yet either, has she?"

All very valid points, though the parasite of doubt still lingered in the back of Grovers mind, "Annabeth is a very talented learner, I'm actually sure she can do just about anything if she puts her mind to it." Grover and Percy were lucky to have her as a crewmate, just as much as she was unlucky to have them.

Jason reached over, with his human hand, and patted Grover on the shoulder. It was a lot different than the way Percy did it, but not unwelcome. "Don't sell yourself short, there's a reason you're here with us, and the princess was right, we need you as a leg on our team. I'm sure we wouldn't have it any other way."

If someone had told Grover that Jason Grace would be reassuring him in a space shuttle galaxies away from earth, he would have had a nervous anxiety attack on the spot. It turns out he's having a nervous anxiety attack on the spot.

Grover rubbed away the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes, "T-thanks Jason. You're a good friend."

The thin scar on Jason's lip twitched upwards as he nodded. "We're breaching the atmosphere, hold onto your hat. There's a vomit bag to your right if you need it."

Grover wouldn't want any other leader, Jason was so considerate that it hurt.

Though Grover lived in a constant state of fear, and it definitely did not help to see Galran drones and shuttles patrolling over the surface of the planet once the flames dispersed enough for them to see through the window.