"So I'm just a goofball? I'll show them that they're wrong." Lance McClain is someone perceived as a goofball. He changes quickly and effectively, being silent and expressionless. He closes himself off to everyone but Coran and the lions. He forces himself to look past his injuries and emotions so that everything is going to be fine. "So now I matter? Where was all of this before? I get hurt and now you act like I matter?" Maybe they should've said something before. "Why do I matter now?" This is a no-ship fic.

Lance always thought he was the weak link in the team, the runt, a seventh weel, and after a difficult mission and a particularly loud lecture from the team, Lance decides that leaving would be his best option for the time being. He plans his departure and a month later he's flying away in a new ship. The team, after realizing what Lance did, go looking for him (minus Coran who stayed with the ship) but things don't go as planned. ~Disclaimer~ I don't own Voltron I don't own the art I use.

A mission went wrong and the team need to blame someone. They picked Lance. He hadn't done anything wrong they just needed to take thier anger out...on him. It causes his personality to change "for the team". I do not take credit for cover This has Trigger warnings....