Hope (A Voltron Fanfiction)

Chapter One

God... My head is killing me. I open my eyes and look around. I'm... on a bed? Where...? I scan the room with my eyes, freezing when I see a figure in the corner, sitting in a chair. He... seems to be asleep, his chest rising and falling ever so slowly. He sees so peaceful... But... Who is he?

I slide my legs over the side of the bed, noting a pair of loose black pants on my long legs. How...? The blankets fall off my top half, and I see the large, baggy t-shirt I am wearing. Who put these clothes on me?

I hear a soft yawn and look over to the figure in the corner. He is sitting up, rubbing an eye while watching me. "Ah, you're awake." I feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck as the man stands, grunting a bit as he stretches. "I'm Lance."

It's silent for a moment, and it takes me that moment to realize he probably wanted to know my name. But before I can decide if I want to tell him, he speaks again. "I was told to bring you to get some food once you woke up. The others will meet us there. Come on." He waves for me to follow him, and I awkwardly stand. He watches me as I slowly walk up to him.

He smiles and walks out of the room. I follow him, looking around and mentally creating a map. It's obvious we were on a ship, but... I still don't know where I am. Who does this ship belong to? Lance walks into another room, and I walk quietly along behind him. 

Suddenly, multiple smells fill my nose, and I shiver. Food! It feels like I haven't eaten in forever. There are many people in the room. As soon as I walk in, all eyes are on me. I shift, uncomfortable with the attention.

Then, a woman stands up. "Please, take a seat. We've been waiting for you." I walk over to an empty chair and sit down, Lance sitting next to me. Looks like he's been assigned to keep an eye on me. 

"Hello. My name is Princess Allura. What may we call you?"

I look down at my hands. I don't know exactly why, but this woman made me feel uncomfortable. Lance puts a hand on my shoulder, and I flinch, looking over at him. "It's okay. No one here is going to hurt you."

"Lance is right." I look up to see a muscular man, standing by the door with his arms crossed. He has black and white hair, and a pink scar across his nose. "No one here is going to hurt you. I'm Shiro. We are the Paladins of Voltron. I fly the black lion."

"Pidge! I run the green lion." I look over to see a younger girl, raising her hand. She has a computer up, and seems to have been typing on it.

"I guess, since we're all doing introductions now, I'm Hunk. I fly the yellow lion." A bigger guy walks over, a plate of interesting-looking food in his hand. The smell fills my nose, and I shiver, my gaze directly on the food. He sets it in front of me, and I quickly grab my utensils, digging in. I groan softly. So... good...! Hunk laughs heartily. "Glad to hear you like my cooking!"

I nod enthusiastically. Then, noticing everyone's gazes still on me, I blush, setting my fork down. 

"I'm Coran!" I look over to a redhead with a bushy mustache. He has the same facial markings as that woman, Allura. They must be the same race- not human, though. I nod, averting my eyes from his intense stare. 

"You already know me. I'm Lance. The ladies' man." I look over to Lance, who is giving me a flirtatious smile.

"Ignore that idiot. I'm Keith. Pilot of the red lion." I glance over, seeing a guy in red, and raise an eyebrow.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a mullet last. Are they still in style?" 

Keith frowns at my comment, Shiro snorts, and Lance bursts out laughing. I frown, looking between the three. Had I said something funny?

Lance wipes a tear from his eye, sighing. "Oh, I like you already!"

Shiro nods, smiling. "So. Two questions." I nod. "Question one. What's your name?"

"Alicia Davis."

"Nice to meet you, Alicia."

I ignore Shiro's words, and adjust myself in my seat. "And your second question?"

Walking up to me, Shiro tugs down the collar of my shirt. I stiffen. He pulls on a limb I wasn't aware I had, and tugs it out, stretching it. I glance over, my eyes bugging nearly out of my head. WHAT ARE THOSE?! 

"Where did you get wings?"