Spirit of the Lioness (Keith x OC): A Voltron Fanfiction

Chapter 14: The Black Paladin

Nifa awoke out in the middle of space. Considering that she wasn't gasping for air, she supposed that she was dreaming again. She turned to see a transport hub of some sort, wedged between two planets. The Green Lion was flying in, cloaked.

"The team must be on an important mission right now," she figured. "But why here?"

Curious to find out what was going on, Nifa swam until she managed to find to reach the transport hub. Upon closer inspection, she saw that it bore a Galran design. The team had chosen to infiltrate a Galran transport hub in order to find out what they were shipping. Now she understood. 

She watched another ship fly in, and she hopped on, not worrying when she saw a patrol pass her. After all, they couldn't see her. She found the others in a control room, where Pidge had taken down a security drone and was trying to get it to work. Meanwhile, Allura shocked everyone, including Nifa, by changing her skin color and height, allowing her to resemble a Galran soldier. 

"I didn't know she could do that," Nifa thought wondrously. "I wonder what she needs it for."

Nifa got her answer when she saw Shiro follow Allura into another room. She began to make her way over when a flash of light suddenly went off behind her. She made the mistake of turning to face it, and she was nearly blinded.

Once she found the strength to open her eyes again, Nifa found that she was no longer on the Galran supply ship, but on the side of a dusty road, somewhere that looked familiar...

"Wait...I'm on Earth now?" she said. "That's not right...what does Earth have to do with what's happening at the transport?"

At that moment, she heard coughing sound out from a ditch next to the road. She went to check it out and almost passed out from shock. It was Keith and...her?! She was staring at herself, but she looked younger; both of them did. The two were slumped next to a smoldering, damaged hover bike. They must've been in a crash. What was scariest was that Nifa remembered this moment. 

"Stupid truck..." Keith mumbled, gripping his wrist tightly, where a trickle of blood flowed. "Just because you're vehicle's bigger doesn't mean you own the whole road!"

"Will you pipe down and let me look?" Young Nifa sighed, taking Keith's hand and taking a look at it. "It doesn't look broken, but it's already starting to swell. We need to patch that up as soon as possible."

"I'm the least of our worries," Keith said, looking back at the busted hover bike. "The shack is at least another two miles away. How are we going to get back home?"

"Ever heard of walking?" 

"Ever heard of GANGRENE?"

"Okay, now you're overreacting. There's no way we're going to get gangrene from walking two miles. Not to mention, we're somewhere dry and arid. Gangrene occurs in wet and humid places,"

"Gee, thanks for the useless facts, Einstein,"

"Einstein was a scientist of energy, not nature, dumbass. Now, hold still, I need to fix you up."

With the swipe of the gauze and a few pats, Young Nifa had patched up Keith's palm and wrist in no time flat. "There, that's the best I can do. Doesn't hurt?"

"No, but it feels kinda stiff," Keith groaned, squeezing his hand into a fist a couple of times to test the bandage. He then noticed Young Nifa's face fall a little. "What's up?"

"Nothing, it's just..." Young Nifa faced the ground, looking guilty. "I'm really sorry this happened."

"Why? It was THAT moron's fault, not yours,"