I'm finally cross-posting all my Voltron fics. This one's taking me for a wild ride.


Name: Lance McClain
Alias: L, Agent L
Age: 17
Birthplace: Varadero, Cuba
Most trusted allies: Agent J, Agent K, Agent O, Zed
Most Noticeable Acts: Helping Agent K hide the arc net and defending against the Boglodite invasion while J went back in time to get K, has a sniper's eye

Iverson's brow furrowed as he looked over the papers he was given. The boy in front of him, wearing a fucking suit, was a member of the most secret alien-affiliated organization -the only one, the kid had the audacity to correct him- in the world? It didn't seem possible.

Yet, here was Zed. Wearing the same exact carbon-copy suit, coming in twenty years later to cash in that favor Iverson owed him.

"Kid's got quite the profile." Iverson said darkly. "What makes you think I'd accept him into the Garrison for your idiotic spy agency?"

Lance frowned. "Uh, hello? Right here? If you want to talk about me behind my back, or right in front of me, don't. There'd be a bullet in yours faster than the Red Button can get you to the agency."

"Agent L, hold your tongue." Zed said harshly, glaring at his apprentice. "You may have a high rank, but Iverson still outranks you."

Lance scowled. He didn't like when he was told to back down. "Fine. But don't expect me to talk on the way back."

"You're not going back." Zed sighed, finally telling the truth.

"What?!" Lance yelled, standing up. "What do you mean 'not going back'?"

"Sit down!" Zed snapped. "And I mean, this is your mission."

Grumbling about his new mission, Lance dropped back in the chair and folded his arms, pouting and staring a hole through Iverson. He knew he wouldn't get anything else out of Zed if he was insubordinate. That was a fact. Zed seemed to hate anyone who tried push him around.

"I don't have much of a choice then, do I?" Iverson asked, glaring at the boy who would be a pain in his ass for however long this mission would be.

"No, not really. My other top two agents are off on their own case and as much as I'd like to call in O, she's better off at the agency. And, if you accept, I'll leave you alone for the rest of the year."

"Fine." Iverson groaned, giving in to the other's persuasion as he pulled out a file, scribbling a few notes. "He can stay for the rest of this year and the next, nothing more."

"That should be long enough." Zed said, nodding his approval.

"While you're here you'll be staying with Hunk Garrett, an engineer student here. As much as I hate it, I have to give you commander access, but don't abuse the power, kid."

Lance snorted. "Do I look like someone who would abuse power?"

"Yes. Now while you're here, I don't want complaints from kids saying you pulled some space gun on them or tried to interrogate them about being an alien. There are no aliens here, we've made sure. But if someone does find you out... do whatever it is you do-"

"Neuralyze them." Lance offered, interrupting Iverson.

"Neuralyze them and keep your clearance codes secret from anyone who might find them, including your roommate." Iverson finished, giving Lance one last glare.

"I assume you'll take it from here?" Zed asked.

"You might want to get him out of the suit first."

"Right. You have a change of clothes in the suitcase along with your glasses, gun, badge, watch and Neuralyzer. If you have any complaints or bigger problems, give them to A to send to me."

Iverson, Lance and a third person spoke at the same time.

"You have another one of your agents here?"

"Who the hell is A?"

"I am."

Everyone turned to see a man slightly taller than Zed, leaning on the door. He had sandy brown hair and a slightly darker skin tone than Lance's. His hazel eyes were hidden behind black pentagon frames and he wore the same olive green suit as Iverson. Sandy eyebrows furrowed in a glare, he stood up straight and moved over to Zed.

"Adam?" Iverson frowned, now looking at one of his former cadets with confusion. "You work with the Men in Black?"

Adam nodded.

Iverson shook his head. "At first I was suspicious of Shirogane, but I really should've kept my eye on you, traitor. I should've known something was up whenever you and Shirogane were competing."

"To be fair, I've only been with the Men in Black for six years. Remember when I disappeared that one summer? Completely off the map and under the radar? That was MiB training."

"What about Shirogane?"

"If you tell my fiance about any of this, I will completely erase your memory." Lance snickered as Iverson shrunk back.

"Fine. Just don't do anything stupid, Wells. And don't corrupt my best captain, kid."

"I will be back on visiting day, unless something happens. Then I'll be back sooner." Zed said. "You'll be fine, you know what to do."

Lance nodded sadly and he and Adam watched Zed leave. They exchanged mischievous looks, and before either of them could leave, Iverson cleared his throat.

"You should get in your Garrison uniform, cadet." Lance scowled but before he could say anything, Adam grabbed his wrist and suitcase and left with a nervous laugh.

"Will do, sir! There won't be any trouble here!" Adam called before leading Lance to his own shared room and thrusting the orange cadet uniform in his arms. "Get changed and meet me out in the hall."

Lance wrinkled his nose. "They couldn't have picked an uglier color?"

Adam chuckled. "I said the same thing. Wearing black for two months does things to your sense of fashion."

"I still prefer black." Lance said as he slipped into the bathroom, only to freeze when he heard another voice.

"There you are, Adam. Sam said you were in Iverson's office. Is everything alright?" A man asked.

"Everything's fine, Takashi." Adam grit out.

"Are you sure? You seem tense."

Well, looks like it's time for him to break the tension.

Lance opened the bathroom door. "This orange sucks. It's so fucking ugly! Honestly, Iverson should consider black and gold."

Adam laughed. "You know what, kid? I like you."

The man, Takashi, raised an eyebrow. "He must really be like you, then."

"Takashi! Have some faith!"

"I'm just saying that you don't really like Keith, so-"

"Keith's a brat. Lance here is an intellectual." Adam interrupted.

"We'll see when they meet." Takashi smirked.

"So, what's first on my new agenda?" Lance asked.

"Meeting your roommate, obviously." Adam rolled his eyes. Lance turned and glared at him.

"Hey! Tall, blind and stupid! I'm just trying to lighten the mood!" Takashi chuckled.

"He must really like you if you can insult him like that and get away with it."

"Duh."

The three left the conversation there. Lance rolled his eyes as Takashi kissed Adam before turning to leave. He stopped and looked over his shoulder.

"Oh, Lance?" He called.

"Yeah?"

"Call me Shiro."


Lance grinned and turned to follow Adam through the maze that was the Galaxy Garrison. They ran into several people that Lance didn't know, but Adam seemed to know. A quick greeting was exchanged and they were on their way again. Finally they reached a room in the cadet quarters and Adam knocked on the door.

A tall boy answered. For the time Adam explained the situation, Lance observed. The boy was heavier, had dark skin, dark hair and kind brown eyes. He nodded along with whatever Adam was saying. Lance shifted his attention to the other agent. A stern expression as he eyed the other.

"If he causes trouble or if you're trouble for him, Garrett, I'll hear about it."

Lance frowned. "Hey, Adam?"

"Hm?" Adam turned to him.

"Don't threaten people on my behalf. Everything'll be fine! I'm sure Z's told you about me, I get along with everybody!"

Adam looked back and forth between Lance and Hunk before scowling at something in the distance and shaking his head. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote something down before handing it to Lance. "Meet me here after dinner."


After Adam left and Hunk brought Lance inside, Lance was beginning to question the reason he was trusted with this mission. Oh well, better make himself seem like a trusting guy.

Lance didn't have much other than his weapons and whatever Zed packed him, so when he got to the second bedroom he quickly put his shirt, pants, jacket, a clean pair of socks and underwear -really, Zed?- in the top drawer of the dresser. He fumbled while pulling out his communicator, sunglasses, the watch he had to take off, standard-issued sidearm, the tiny gun Jay had given him and the Neuralyzer from his pockets, shoving them in his suitcase along with the file on himself, the mission statement and a classified to all without his clearance file from Zed, and a file Iverson had given him. He shoved the suitcase in the far back corner under his bed.

He'd have to come up with some sort of personality, but what? Being obnoxious around Zed was one of his strong suits because the other agents kept getting annoyed with him. Zed always bit their heads off about it later. Lance chuckled at the memory. A lot of girls called him cute. He could try being flirty but he really hated those kinds of people.

There was a knock at the door and Lance shoved the shirt in the drawer before heading over to see what his roommate wanted. Lance decided he was nice. Polite, even. Where most people would usually just be annoying and nosy. He forced himself to put on a smile and open the door.

"Hey, buddy! What's up?" he asked.

"I was going to see if you wanted to head down to get dinner." Hunk said. "I was heading down there myself but then Professor Wells showed up and I figured I could wait for you if you wanted."

Scratch nice and polite. This guy was an absolute angel.

"Yeah, sure! Sounds great! I was just putting my stuff away. Lead the way." Lance shoved his hands in his pockets and gripped the note Adam had given him.


That was all one year ago. Then, in the next year, the Kerberos mission failed resulting in an emotionally unstable Adam, annoyed Iverson and pissed off Lance. Keith had fucked off somewhere after getting expelled but Lance had a more important mission than recovering some idiot who punched the commander in the face.

He was sitting on the roof with Hunk and Pidge, a newer cadet whose name was actually Katie Holt. Listening to the amber-haired girl talk about alien chatter made him want to pull out his gun and destroy her computer. But, seeing as how he was trying to be nice and calm, he didn't.

So now they're flying with Keith and his dumbass mullet on the back of his hoverbike carrying Shiro with them. Lance said something about going faster and Keith had to go and make a stupid comment back.

Okay, this guy's an ass... but he's hot as he- okay, no more gay thoughts! Trying not to die here!

Once Keith nosedived off that cliff, Lance was so sure he was going to lose his weapons.

"Keith!" He scream-wailed on the way down.

"Maybe you should've stayed back at the Garrison, cargo pilot!" Keith growled.

Well, that hurt. No time to stop and fuck around, he had to Neuralyze these idiots and get back.

Shiro let out a pained groan beside him.

Going back now was a bad idea.

Zed's going to kill him for this.