Inertia

Chapter 1: Insomnia.

"(Inertia), I've worn the same skinny jeans since I was fifteen, It's probably nothing. (Inertia), My friends say they're quitting this week, to chase down their dreams, they're probably bluffin' but-" And the chorus kicks in, the sound of the singers voice, and the somber notes of a piano, drowned out by the sound of rain pitter-pattering on the uncovered pane of glass that gave a decent-ish view of the rolling fields of texas, made it feel as if time had stopped dead in it's tracks. Lance's steady heartbeat, rain falling and splashing against the shingles to his old, rustic farmhouse, the soft crackeling of a fireplace, illuminating the downstairs portion of his house with a warm, orange glow, the color of embers, it was serene, calm. To calm.

It had been roughly two full years since Voltron had landed on earth and finally put the intergalactic war to a full halt, and with every day that passed, also came the anniversary of Allura's tragic, yet heroic passing. Lance had an inexplanable anxiety and a sense of dread that had been slowly, agonizingly creeping up on him for the past few days, and wasn't seeming to get any better anytime soon. Lance had gone far to long without seeing any of his friends, without action, without adventure and it was slowly starting to eat away at him. Not having a planet to defend, people to save, enemies to fight, filled him with a sense of worthlessness.

Back when Allura was still alive and well, he had purpose: Keeping her safe, keeping the paladins safe, helping those in need, and saving innocent lives. But now? He just felt lonely, empty and isolated from the people he loved. Of course he was with his family on earth now, why was he still feeling like this? Truth be told, after being on the ship for such an extended period of time, Voltron well...became his family. The people he could lean on, the people who would have his back, they stuck together no matter what, and now without the universe needing their saving, Voltron wasn't needed so they all went their seperate ways. But somehow, someway, he still ended up alone.

No Pidge for him to geek out about the latest video games and consoles with, No Hunk to Joke around and have fun with, No Allura to protect and long for, No Coran to laugh at and play Monsters & Mana with, No Shiro to seek advice from, and No Keith to banter back and forth with. They had all went off on their own, chasing down their dreams, persuing what their heart desired. Hunk went and became a famous chef, and trained people from all over the galaxy to become expert chefs. Pidge went off inventing revolutionary technology, and was discovering and making new technological advancements left and right with the help of Matt and Sam. Coran was busy with rebuilding the castle, a lengthy, and what would be a long process, but would have big results in the end. Shiro got married to his lover, Curtis, had gotten a surrogate, and had twins named Allura and Adam! As for Keith? Well, keith was off rebuilding the Galra empire, busy beyond belief with his tasks and working with his mother. But Lance? He was on earth, doing nothing but wasting away in the melancholy that is his life.

Lance tossed and turned for what felt like hours, watching as the minutes on his clock slowly ticked by. 3:23....3:24.....3:25. Ever so dreadfully slow. Lance finally tried to do something about this problem of his. His therapist had diagnosed him with Insomnia a few months after Voltron had ended, along with a few other things, and had given him advice of how to properly cope with his problems, as well as how to try and help his insomnia. His eyes averted to his window, watching as rain pummeled against the glass, and into the dark abyss of night, with only a few street lights illuminating the block, and constellations littered the the atmosphere above. Orion...Hercules....Cepheus.... He quietly whispered to himself, knowing that no one would hear him but still felt the need to be quiet as to not break the moment of peace and silence.

Counting constellations and stars helped Lance calm himself at night, and temporarily took his mind off of the dreary dullness of his sad, pathetic reality that was he was going to be alone. With a heavy sigh, he steadied his breathing focusing on only two things, In through the nose...out through the mouth... as he focused in on his favorite star, Sirius. Bright and shining ahead of all others, special, chosen. Lance had always had a weird way of analysing stories and aspects of life, some say it was nonsense, some were amazed by how much meaning Lance could find in something, or someone, oddly enough, Keith was one of those people who found it unique.

Lance thought back to how much his life had changed since he first became part of Voltron. Lot's of huge, big things of course, but even small things about him changed. From the way his sense of fashion changed, to even his favorite color. He always complained that wearing anything but blue messed up his whole "vibe" and how anything else took away from his golden glow. Yet, he found himself wearing more reds and purples now. Purple was close to blue and reminded him a tad bit of Allura and the blue lion, and red? Well, he wasn't to sure but his best guess was after Keith was put in charge of the black lion, and Lance took on the red lion, after being around the color for so long must've caused him to like it more. Yeah, sure, that must be it.

As he honed in on counting stars, he wondered where Keith might've been at this point. It wasn't fair, he should be up there in space right this moment, helping Keith with his job. He had nothing better to do with his life, and was seeking for some sort of strive, the same way an artist craves a muse. He needed to get back up on his feet sooner or later, if not he thought he might just start to go insane from remaining docile for far to long. Lance thought to himself "Well, maybe I can try to contact him through Pidge, she'd have something of that sorts to find him, wouldn't she?". His mind stilled, letting his thoughts wander and dissapate into the void in the back of his mind.

Lance felt his eyelids start to droop, and his mind went hazey with the desire of rest, to let sleep's sweet-sweet embrace to come and claim him now. Throwing a thin cotton blanket lazily over his body, he felt himself start to reel back, finally, the gears in his mind finally had came to a halt, letting him fall into the sweet bliss of sleep, another night of inevitable exhaustion from staring at the ceiling,letting his thoughts wander had finally come to an end.