Lost and Found

Rebelious

Keith steered through the seemingly endless void of space, lost in deep thought as I watched a small bit of rock pass the ship. He could hear Matt working on something somewear near the back of the ship, but he couldn't pick up exactly where he was. He gave a long sigh and pushed a small black button, turning on the auto-piolet. He got up, stumbling a bit due to how long he had been sitting at the piolets chair. 

Keith turned back to look at the endless valley of stars, still clingling to it's mysterious beauty. He wondered if his friends were looking for him. Or if they had already forgotten him. He shook his head, throwing the thoughts from his mind. He turned and walked down the small hallway to the right, heading to the back cabin of the ship. He stopped at the sheen black and grey door at the end. He slowly raised his left, prostetic hand, and gave a gently knock at the door.

"Mmm. Y-yeah? Come in." Came a call from the other side. It sounded a bit drowsy. Keith put his hand on the scanner by the door, causing it to slide open. Matt was sitting in the middle of the floor, resting on some piece of machinery. Matt sat up slightly as Keith stepped in the doorway.

"Oh, hey Keith. How're doin?" Matt asked, eyes half-closed. Keith was silent as he came in and sat down next to Matt. Matt smiled, used to the silence. Keith usually wasn't up to talking, especially if it was about him. Keith just enjoyed to listen Matt ramble, or, at least, that's what Matt thought, since he seemed pretty relaxed when he talked. Keith was a good listener, usually always listening to what Matt was saying, even if he didn't understand it.

"I'm fine. Did I wake you up?" Keith said, focusing in on a blinking light on his arm. Matt smiled.

"No, you're fine. I was just dozing off." Matt raised his arms and stretched, trying to shake the drowsiness from himself. "How close are we to Valsoron?" Matt asked getting up, Keith following. They both walked into the main control room.

"I'd say roughly around 10 Varga." Keith said flatly, staring at the holographic map on the main screen. He used his real hand to scroll around the screen and look at the surrondings around the ships course.  

"10...what?" Matt asked, blinking in confused. What the heck was a varga? Was it some sort of fancy word for a time?

"Sorry. That's altean. It means hours." Keith said looking back at Matt for a moment, then turning back to type something into the computer. "Oh, I see." Matt said, remembering that Keith had spent a while with aliens. Wait. How did Keith know that meant hour? "Did they speak english?" he asked out loud subconciously. He did that a lot, and Keith was used to answering a lot of random questions. Yep, Pidge and him are definatly related. 

"Of course they did. How else do think we communicated? Keith asked, giving a small chuckle.

"I don't know, I thought that maybe you guys had like, I don't know, some sort of translators. Y'know, so you could understand them, and they could understand you!" Matt said excitingly, as if he had just come up with a cure for a disease.

"Well, that's not a bad idea." Keith stated, knowing that Matt was plotting something. He didn't want to discourage the idea, even though they didn't really need translators.

"Why don't you get some rest? We won't be there for a while." Matt looked up and over to Keith, who's eyes were still on the screen. He gave a slightly pouty face. Really? He was asking him to sleep? Keith should be the one getting rest! Matt swore that he had never actually seen him sleep since they had reunited. Was there something that the Galra had done to him that made it hard to sleep? Was it because of his arm? Was he having nightmares?

Matt snuck as carefully as he could over to where Keith was standing, knowing very well that Keith could propbably hear every footstep. He finally got behind him and grabbed his sides, lifting him up. He gave a short cry of shock and confusion.