Long Naps (klancelot) (bxb)

Chapter 2

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"Well, when I say 'in the neighborhood,'" Pidge said. "I mean they could reach us in a few dobashes. They don't appear to be headed towards us, though. So, I guess it's not really bad news. Rather, just...uh... news." They fixed their glasses on their face.

Everyone seemed to relax a little. Keith ran his hand through his hair. "And the Prince?"

Pidge clicked a button and a holographic screen appeared over the table. It showed a map of the nearby stars and planets. "A while back I intercepted a Galra communication channel and I've been listening in every now and then. I originally thought Lotor was a weapon, but looking at it again, he's definitely a person."

Everyone nodded.

"This planet," Pidge pointed to a blue dot on the map, "is where we are headed. However, it also appears to be where the Galra ship is going."

Allura gasped. "The Space Olympics!"

Lance tried and failed to stifle a laugh. "The what?"

"A little over 10,000 years ago, before the Galra went all wack, the peoples of the universe would play games together to show peace and fellowship," Coran said. "The games stopped when they were attacked by Zarkon. Millions of people from across the galaxy were massacred. However, after Zarkon's defeat, some decided that the games should start again. You paladins have been invited as guests of honor!"

Allura folded her hands nervously. "But there won't be any games if he shows up." Her face soured.

Lance wanted to focus on the problem at hand, but he couldn't get over the fact that there were Space Olympics. Not only that, but they were called 'Space Olympics'. That meant that the Olympics were not an Earth thing. Someone from space went to Earth and started the Olympics. This was very troubling to Lance. Then he thought about the Blue Lion. How did she get to Earth? How many people from way out here-?

"Lance!" Keith said.

Lance looked up. "What?" It was clear that he had zoned out. Keith looked pissed.

"Ugh! If you're not going to pay attention, then you should just leave! What we're doing is important and I need you to focus!" Keith looked like he could kill a man...or cry...both?

Lance put his hands up. "Sorry?" He studied Keith's face. On the surface, he was angry, but really, he just looked tired. Lance put his hand on Keith's face. The bags under his eyes looked like they could use a bellhop. "You should get some sleep. You're too stressed out. You need to relax."

Keith was shocked by Lance's gentle manner. He had expected him to yell back. Then he felt angry because Lance was talking down to him. Then he was embarrassed as he took in the situation. Everyone was looking at him. Lance was touching him.

He brushed Lance's hand off his face. "I'm just..." He turned back to the map. "Let's just finish this."

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Not much was established at the meeting except that Princess Allura hated Lotor's guts. She wouldn't even say his name. But Lance had other things to worry about.

When Keith said that he was going to go train, Lance followed him into the elevator. "Keith," he said. "I'm serious. You need to sleep."