Voltron One-Shots

The Death

"Keith, why are you crying?" a smaller Lance says next to a crouching young Keith.

"B-Because my mom and dad aren't home yet." Keith cried, his voice cracking. Lance's eye widened and he sat down next to Keith. Lance knew there was more to it than Keith's parents not returning home but he didn't press. Keith would tell him in his own time. The children sat together for a few silent minutes, Keith trying to calm down and Lance rubbing his back.

 "Mikey also made fun of me, he said my hair was ugly." Keith said, his tears starting to dry but his cheeks wet.

 "Mikey is mean, you shouldn't listen to him." Lance said.

 "But what if it's true?"

 "I think your hair is cute." Keith looked up to see a blushing Lance.

 "Y-You think so?" Lance nodded.

 "And Keith, you don't need to cry because you'll always have me. I will always be there."

 "R-Really?" Keith felt invincible then. Like nothing could ever take him down.

 "I promise! Cross my heart and hope to die!"

If only Lance was true to his promise.

 "Lance, come on buddy! Say something dammit!" Keith yelled, cradling a bloody Lance in his arms. All he got was a weak moan, but it was hope.

 "K-Keith?" Lance whispered hoarsely. Keith nearly sobbed with relief, he was alive!

 "I got you Lance, we're going to make it to the castle and you'll get fixed up and then we'll go and defeat Zarkon and buy a house and live there a-and-" Keith stammered, the tears coming down.

 "Keith." Lance whispered, he placed a shaking hand on Keith's cheek.

 "No don't say it Lance, please don't." Keith whispered, leaning into the teenager's touch.

 "In the drawer by my bed, there are pictures and notes. A letter too. You can read them now or later. Hell, you can throw them away and hate me." Lance whispered, stroking Keith's cheekbone with his thumb, "But please read them. They're for you."

 "N-no..."

 "And if you ever need my help, just read a note."

 "No.. Lance... please.."

 "I will always by there. Cross my heart... and hope to die..." Keith's eyes widened at the promise Lance made all those years ago. Lance's hand stayed on Keith's cheek for a moment before dropping.

 "Take your time Keith... I'll see you on the other side..." And with that, Lance's eyes closed and his head rolled back. Keith sat there for a few moments, the tears coming out fast, he didn't need to feel Lance's pulse to see if he was still alive. There would be none.

 "N-no... L-Lance..." Keith whispered, praying for a response. Praying this was only a sick joke, but it wasn't and he knew that. When his parents were killed he didn't need to see. He knew.

"LANCE." Keith sobbed to the sky, his voice cracking. The rain came pouring down and added to the flow of tears, it washed away Lance's blood, it seemed to cry with Keith.

And every rainstorm afterwards was never the same.

Lance used to love rain. He would make Keith go outside with him and feel the wetness. He would stand there and sing Singin' In the Rain with his beautiful voice and make Keith dance with him. He splashed in puddles making them wet but they didn't care.

After they became part of Voltron, they'd sneak out and try to find out where it rained from the locals. Hell, their first kiss was in the rain. They had laughed in the rain and played and remembered Earth.

But that had changed.

Lance was gone.