New Beginnings: A Voltron Story

Chapter 3: Return of the Gorgeous Man

"Lance!" Mama Rosa called out from the kitchen. "We're leaving for the garrison in twenty minutes. Don't want to be late meeting Mr. Wimbleton."

Lance nodded numbly from his spot on the couch, marks still flashing. After he had passed out two days ago, his mama had sent a message to Coran. They were all concerned as to why his altean markings were continually flashing, and who better to ask than an actual altean?

The past two days had hit Lance pretty harshly too. He couldn't sleep well and would often stay awake during the nights. His headache hadn't gone away and his limbs felt like they were on fire 24/7. So ya, he felt like crap.

On the couch adjacent to where Lance was laying, was his sister Veronica. She sat on her phone, but stole peeks towards her brother every now and then. What? She was worried.

"What are you doing?" Lance attempted to strike a conversation.

Veronica stole another glance before turning back to her phone. "Reading."

"About what?"

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she sighed. "It's a story about mythical creatures in space."

"Like aliens?" Lance shifted on the couch, trying to lessen the ache in his bones. Was he getting old? No, it's just cause he's sick.

"No." Veronica leaned over the couch and showed him a picture of a mermaid, centaur, werewolf, and other fantasy creatures together on a cover. "Like there's a planet where all the creatures actually live. A group of humans crash land there and the plot spirals from there."

"That's impossible. Those creatures don't even exist."

"You of all people should know that nothing's impossible." She flicked his shoulder before returning to her seat.

Mumbling, "Ya, ya," Lance yawned. Within the next hour he would be on course to Altea with Coran. After explaining the situation, Coran had been insistent that he make the journey out.

"Time to go!" Rosa called, grabbing her bags and keys. "Veronica, help your brother into the car."

Groaning, Veronica got up and grabbed Lance's arm, only to realize her cell fell on him. Lance weakly passed her the phone before she pulled him to his feet, draping his arm over her shoulders.

She helped him out to the passenger's seat. "Need to be buckled in?" She teased.

He stuck out his tongue.

Laughing, Veronica climbed into the backseat. Rosa started the well-loved minivan and turned out to the road. "Next stop, the garrison!"

Veronica grinned, noticing her brother already falling asleep. Heaven only knows he needed it. She turned back to her cellphone, planning on continuing from where she left off and pulling out her charger.

"Huh? Full charge."

~*~

"Hey knucklehead."

Lance groaned as his sister poked him awake. "What?" He slowly rubbed his eyes, looking up to see the garrison. It certainly had gotten bigger over the years.

Mama Rosa piped up, her cheery demeanor never diminishing. "We're here."

Veronica shoved a draping sun-hat and shades on Lance, then proceeded to smear concealer over his flashing marks. "It's cause you're famous." Was the only explanation he would receive.

The next twenty minutes were spent parking the minivan in the private parking area, checking with security, and hurriedly dashing through the lightly populated halls with Lance's luggage. They had no idea how long he would be traveling. Lance had insisted he could walk by himself, but the girls retained a close eye on him in case he fell over.

They entered the elevator and waited till the doors opened to the ship bay (Where all incoming and outgoing ships "parked" for loading and drop off). The area was densely crowded with all types of people and aliens alike. The McClains stuck close together for fear of separation.

"Coran's in Bay 3. He said that he would be looking for us." Rosa informed as she pulled the rolling case behind her.

They hadn't walked for long before a familiar jovial voice sprang from the crowd. "Lance, my boy!"

The McClains turned to see Coran in his new Altean advisitory suit. He ran up and hugged Lance. "It's been too long!"

Lance weakly returned the hug and smiled. "It's so great to see you."

Coran pulled away and lifted Lance's sunglasses. "Where are your marks? What happened?" He bit his lip.

Veronica jumped out from behind Lance, shushing the older man. "It's concealer; makeup. We don't want him to be swarmed by people who recognize him."

"Ah I see. We'll carryon then." Coran grabbed the luggage from Rosa, insisting he carry it to the shuttle. As they were nearing the loading docks, the group finally parted ways. A teary eyed Rosa almost wouldn't let Lance leave but Veronica had gently, but sternly, led her away (sending a wink in Lance's direction).

Lance felt another wave of dizziness overcome him, but he bit back his nausea as they walked. Coran looked over to him, "Are you sure you're doing alright?"

"Just fine." He gritted.

Another concerned look was sent his way before Coran shrugged it off. They would discuss it more once they reached Altea. Which reminded him.... "Oh Lance," Coran halted, "I just remembered, there's no bathroom on the shuttle. I was running in a bit of a jiffy and took one of the older models. Mind if I leave you here with the luggage for a moment while I use the lou?"

Lance pulled his luggage closer, nodding. "Sure."

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A/N

Third chapter! We're on our way!