He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just a little warning ahead of time. You should know that I haven't seen all the episodes of Voltron just yet, and I don't know too much about the backgrounds of most of the characters. In anycase, this story contains an OC of mine, John Allen McClain, who is Lance's kid brother (I got Lance's last named from the Voltron entry on Wikipedia). If something seems "odd" to all Voltron Aficionados, then I guess we can consider this sucker an Alternate Universe story. Alsp keep in mind this is my first attempt at a Voltron fanfic.

It was a beautiful day on a far away planet. Eight-year-old Lance McClain was climbing up a tree, and his three-year-old brother, John Allen, was watching. John Allen idolized his big brother, and wanted to do everything Lance did, which drove the older brother completely crazy at times. He liked having his little brother idolize him, but he didn't like it when John Allen tried to do everything he did.

"I wanna climb up, too!" John Allen shouted, standing at the base of the tree, leaning against it, trying to climb up.

"Forget it, Shrimp," Lance said. He often called his brother names. "You're too little!"

"Am not! I can do it!"

"If you climb up and fall, Mom'll be mad. She'll kill you. If she doesn't kill me first for letting you climb up here. She'll end up kicking both our butts if you fall!"

John Allen wasn't listening. He started to climb up after his brother. Lance sighed, and climbed down. He knew if his mother caught John Allen trying to climb the tree, she would kill him. Once Lance got down, he pulled his brother away from the tree.

"Come on, let's do something else," he said.

"Horsey?" John Allen asked, hopefully. Lance closed his eyes and groaned. He absolutely hated this game. But he knew he had to play nice with his little brother, or else his mother would end up grounding him. And that meant giving John Allen a horsey ride.

"Okay, hop on," Lance said, getting down on his hands and knees.

"Yay!" John Allen cheered, as he climbed on Lance's back. Lance stood up and groaned.

"Whoa boy, you're getting heavy," he said, as he started running around the yard. "I think you'd better go on a diet."

Lance began running around the yard, not going very fast. That didn't matter to John Allen. He just liked to play with his brother. Lance had been giving horsey rides to John Allen since he was nine months old. John Allen was getting bigger and heavier, and Lance was hoping the horsey rides would stop soon. He couldn't take it much longer.

"Giddy up horsey!" John Allen shouted. "Go horsey, go!"

"Neeeeiiiggghhh," Lance grumbled, knowing his brother got a big kick out of Lance neighing like a horse whenever he gave him a horsey ride.

"'Gain, Lance! 'Gain!" John Allen shouted, grabbing hold of Lance's hair and pulling on it.

"Ow!" Lance shouted. "Watch it up there! I'll do it again if you promise not to use my hair as the reins!"

"'Kay, Lance."

Lance groaned and began running around the yard with his little brother on his back. As he was running around, he stopped, and looked up at the sky. John Allen looked at is brother, and pouted.

"Go horsey!" he shouted, giving Lance a kick in the back. Lance got down, and managed to get his brother off his back.

"Stop that!" he shouted. "Look up there."

"Airplanes," John Allen said, looking up into the sky. There were at least twenty ships were flying in. And they didn't look at all friendly.

"I don't think those are airplanes," Lance said, taking his brother's hand. "Come on! We'd better get into the house fast!"

"More horsey?" John Allen asked.

"No more horsey," Lance said. "Come on, come on, come on!"

Suddenly, one of the planes shot laser beams out of a canon. It hit the tree Lance had been climbing earlier.

"Oooh, pretty," John Allen said.

"John Allen, come on!" Lance shouted, grabbing his brother by the arm.

The two of them dashed into the house, and stood by the window as the planes in the sky began shooting off canons, destroying the farm right and left, and the other farms on the planet. Other planes were picking up people on the run to use as slaves. The planes belonged to King Zarkon, ruler of Planet Doom. He was trying to take over the galaxy.

"Why are the airplanes breaking the farm with their pretty lights?" John Allen asked.

"Those aren't pretty lights, Twerp," Lance said, giving John Allen a gentle swat in the arm. "They're lasers, and they're destroying the farm and making everybody slaves!"

"That's not nice," John Allen said, heading for the door.

"What are you doing?"

"I tell them to stop."

"What?! John Allen, wait!"

But John Allen didn't listen. He opened the door, and walked outside into the yard. Lance didn't want to go out there, because he thought he would either get picked up as a slave, or get shot off the face of the planet. But then again, he figured his brother would get shot off the face of the planet, and then he'd be in deep trouble with his mother. He debated with himself whether or not to go out there after his little brother for at least two minutes, and then raced out of the house, but the minute he did, a large missile fired, and exploded on the farm, resulting in a giant flash if light, and explosion.

KA-BLAM!

"John Allen!" Lance shouted. "John Allen, where are you?!"

When the smoke cleared, the farm was destroyed, and there was absolutely no sign of John Allen. Lance looked around frantically, but he couldn't find his little brother anywhere.

"John Allen!" he called out. "John Allen! Where are you?! John Allen! If I don't find him, Mom's gonna kill me! John Allen! If you come out, I'll play horsey with you whenever you want!"

Lance looked all over the yard, and finally ran out of the farm house, and looked all over, but he couldn't find one single trace of his brother.

"JOHN ALLEN!" he screamed at the top of his voice. "JOOOHHHHN ALLLLEEEEEEN!"

Lance's voice seemed to echo all around him. He shot up out of bed with a start, and looked at his clock. It was only five thirty in the morning. He figured he might as well get up. Keith would be coming around any minute to wake up the rest of the Voltron Force. He got up, got dressed, and walked into the lounge. Nobody was in there. Good. He wanted to be alone to think about that dream he kept having for the past week. Every night it was the same thing. He had dreamt about Zarkon destroying his planet, but what he couldn't get out of his head was what had happened to his baby brother. He wondered if John Allen had really existed? He wanted to get it out of his head. He wanted to forget about the day Zarcon destroyed his family's farm. But what he couldn't figure out was how he could remember that day, and it was the only thing he had ever remembered about his three-year-old brother. He wondered what had happened to John Allen, but he figured that one of Zarkon's lasers had blown him to kingdom come. It was strange, how he never had that dream before. He just sat there wondering what it could mean.