Wings of Home (Voltron: Legendary Defender/One Day at a Time 2017 Crossover)

Happen Stance

"Could you see to Lance? He's in the principle's office at the Garrison."

Savory smells wafted in from the kitchen as Lydia cooked one of her traditional Cuban meals. Penelope's brown eyes blinked a couple of times upon hearing the words from her niece Veronica. "He's what?"

Elena glanced up from pulling her latest activism project out of her backpack. Penelope's oldest turned slightly while pushing up her eyeglasses while she slouched over the table. "He who?"

Penelope held up a finger indicating she needed quiet so she could hear the conversation on the other side of the phone. "Why is he in the principal's office?"

Lydia waved at Penelope with a flick of her hand. "You tell whoever it is that Papito is right here in his room. He and Elena just got back from school. Plus, our Papito wouldn't do anything to end up in the principal's office."

Penelope's mouth twisted slightly at the corners of her mouth as her fingers waved in a manner which indicated she needed silence. Veronica remained silent for a few minutes and then said, "He got into a fight."

"He what?" Penelope puffed out her chest slightly yet took a tone which indicated nobody should mess with mama. "He can expect hell from me for that."

"I was kind of hoping for that. Mom thinks he can't do anything wrong, but our parents are out on the farm so it's harder for them to get to the garrison. As such I've been dealing with this, but I'm his sister so..."

"Not a problem. It will be a bit until I get there. Do they know I'm coming?"

"Yes. You're on his emergency contact, but you're free to bring the rest of the family with you. Thanks for doing this Aunt Penelope."

"Any time." Penelope let her lips press together and she turned towards her mother. "So..."

"Alex is in his room and he is most definitely not in trouble." Lydia wiped her hands on a towel. "You didn't tell them that."

"It's Lance."

The Cuban grandmother threw her thin hands up into the air. "Are you kidding?" Lydia's hands lowered and she wiped her hands again before she started pulling her cooking from the stove. "We are going."

Elena quickly sat up and looked at her mother. "Please tell me we're not all going. You know as well as I that Alex and I will kill each other if you or abuela aren't home, but I've got homework to do."

"Go get your brother Elena." Penelope shook her head when Elena let out a groan and leaned into the table before standing up and storming over to her brother's room. The single mother's mouth twisted into a deeper frown when she heard Elena yelling at her brother and Alex yelling back. Elena soon came back into the main room of the apartment with her arms folded across her chest.

Alex walked out of the room and pointed at his sister. "Please tell me it's not her time of the month."

Penelope's frown twisted deeper into her facial features. "Don't go there Papito. Let's go."

"Go where. Elena wasn't..."

"The Garrison."

This time Alex let out the groan. "Really. I hate that place. And why are you going back there when, you know..."

"My PTSD won't act up simply by going to the Garrison, Papito, so don't you worry about that. As for why..." Penelope took a deep breath. "Your cousin Lance got into a fight."

Lydia let out a gasp and placed a hand over her heart and said in Spanish, "my angel with the blue eyes?"

"Very funny mommy." Penelope grabbed her car keys and waved at the door indicating the rest of the family should proceed ahead of her. She heard her mother and children clamor down the stairs rather than taking the elevator and turned to lock the door.

"Where are you guys headed?"

"Hello, Schneider." Penelope wasn't in the mood to deal with the landlord and started down the stairs after the rest of her family. The Canadian born man followed after her. "I'm heading out to the Garrison."

"This late in the day?"

"My nephew got into a fight and his sister asked me to step in." She continued down the stairs.

"Ah... there's something I wanted to talk to you about." Schneider continued following her down the stairs until they arrived at the ground floor. Penelope's mother and children were waiting for her, but her son and daughter were impatient to be going. "I remember. I wanted to tell you about this very awesome guy in the apartment. Military. Works at the Garrison both as a piolet and teacher. I think he's got a couple of kids, so you wouldn't have to worry about a guy who wanted their own kids again."

"Schneider, are you trying to hook me up with someone?" Penelope put her car key into the driver's side door and unlocked the doors.

"Yeah. I think I am."

"Please don't." Penelope climbed into the driver's seat while her family piled into the front and back seats.

"But this guy is great Penelope. If I swung both ways, I'd date him."

Her mind didn't register Schneider's voice from the back seat. "I said no thank you."

The single mother started up the car and started on the half-hour or so drive out to the Garrison. Five minutes into the drive Elena spoke up from the back seat. "Why am I stuck between Schneider and Alex?"

Penelope's brown eyes glanced up into her rearview mirror and noticed the extra passenger. "Schneider!"

"You drove off before I could get out of the car."

"I didn't realize you'd climbed in!" Penelope shook her head in exasperation yet didn't push the issue. The family eventually arrived at the garrison and Penelope checked everyone in as the visiting family of one of the cadets. The military personnel signing them in stared at Schneider's name.

"We've kind of adopted him," Elena chimed in, yet the military personal brushed the comment away as non-coincidental.

Schneider fiddled with his badge. "I'm so glad my father and step-mothers never sent me to a military boarding school."

"Poor Schneider." Alex found amusement in what Schneider said and smirked.