Well, turns out I felt like causing great pain to myself over the summer by writing two fics at the same time! But you know what? Voltron is worth it! I promise to the few hundred or so people who actually read my other fic that right after I post this fic, I'll work on getting Ash some screentime (pagetime? If you're reading this on a phone does it count as screentime?)

Anyway, enjoy my ramblings on Alteans and all the other supernatural creatures in whatever part of the East Coast I place these fools.

The sky looked more blue today. The trees also seemed to feel more colorful, showing the signs of fall steadily approaching. This was what Lance decided to focus on as he looked out the window of the car, rather than his mamá sitting beside him, who still had red, puffy eyes from past weeping. He focused on the way the light fell on the trees speeding by instead of the two strangers sitting in the front seat, the two very non human strangers driving the car to who knows where, with their pointy ears and weird face tattoos. He definitely wasn't going to pay attention to the fact that no one in the car was actually human - that his mom was just using the same, simple glamour that had hid her alien-like appearance from him and his siblings his entire life.

He didn't have those same pointed ears, ones that heard the gentle rumble of the vehicle as it moved from asphalt towards gravel, signifying that they were almost at their destination. There were no strange, ocean blue markings on his once flawless body (he recalled that he used to take pride in that fact. Sorry Old-Lance, but it looks like your days of smiling at the Starbucks lady with your pretty smile is over - doubt many people are into wizards with weird face tattoos.)

But now even the sky was of no comfort, because he had finally realized why it seemed brighter today - since his memories of his past had erased and haphazardly returned to his brain, this is the first time he can remember ever seeing the outside world.

….

Sighing, Lance turned his attention to the large house that they had stopped at, before opening the door and stepping out into the sunlight. Behind him, Mamá had already opened the trunk grabbing two of his suitcases, something she must have packed beforehand. Out of the driver's seat, a tall, dark-skinned man with white hair walked over to Lance (he was pretty sure his name was Altor or something - he had only said his name once in the hour that he had met him)

"How are you doing, Lance?" The man gave a sympathetic smile towards the young cuban, who responded back in a weak I'm-tired-but-don't-want-to-admit-it smile. "I'm alright, sir - just… still taking all of 'this' in." Lance made a gesture towards his face, pointing towards his ears and markings, the signs of his newly awakened Altean heritage (it was Altean, right?)

Chuckling, the older man placed a hand on his shoulder. "I understand, son. All of this information in such a short time is overwhelming, but trust me when I say that you will be fine." Looking back at the house, he continued, "this house is the headquarters of your new team, as well as where you will live from now on. Although it's protocol to give you a few days off of training to adjust, I recommend that you look over this." He placed a good-sized pamphlet into Lance's hand, with a title reading A Quick History Of Alteans. Placing the book into his pocket, the group of four approached the house.

The fourth member of their group, a white haired woman with yellow markings (was her name Haggar?), reached into her purse and pulled out a set of keys to unlock the door. However, as soon as the door was open, a red haired middle aged man ran past the door, wearing an apron and holding a flaming tray of some unidentifiable substance. "ALLURA, WE MIGHT HAVE A SMALL PROBLEM WITH THE BROWNIES…" the middle aged man shouted, unaware of the open door. The quartet only watched as a dark skinned, white haired woman ran to him holding a large wad of paper

"Um, just… just put it in the sink or something, Coran!" Allura frantically yelled back, pulling a roll of tape from the paper wad. Tearing off a piece, she began to hang up a corner of the paper. "Make it quick though, Coran - father will be here any moment with th - OH MY GOODNESS!" She shrieked, making eye contact with the newcomers in the doorway.

Slowly, unsure of how they should react, the leader of the region's Alteans slowly closed the door, blocking the group of four from the chaos inside. After about a minute, he slowly opened it up again, revealing the two Alteans, smiling anxiously under a now unraveled banner that simply read Welcome! In Coran's hands was a half eaten pan of leftover lasagna, with a lit candle sticking out of the top. Just the sight of his two new teammates caused Lance to suppress a laugh.

Showing a grin, Alfor (THAT was his name!) walked in with Lance in tow, dragging him in by the arm. "Well, while we did get an… interesting introduction, I'm glad to see the two of you." Letting go of Lance, Alfor reached out to give a hug to his daughter, "especially you, my dear Allura."

Squeezing back, the young woman showed a genuine smile to both of the newcomers. "I'm glad to see you too, father," she replied, voice containing a slight European accent, "As well as our new member of the Garrison Altean Patrol - um, what was your name again?"

"The names Lance," he replied, smiling at Allura. "And might I add that you are looking lovely today."

He couldn't help it - when the young woman wasn't running around the house in a panicked frenzy, he was able to observe her natural beauty. Besides, something about gaining her affection seemed… right. This might be what Haggar meant when she talked about eventually 'regaining his old characteristics' - he was probably a big flirt in his old life.

Chuckling in amusement, Allura turned her attention to Mrs. McClain, who was bringing her son's suitcases into the foyer. "I can help you with those bags, miss," she offered, walking over to grab a suitcase out of her hands. Smiling, the Cuban woman accepted the help, and followed the Altean up towards the staircase across the living room.

"While your room is being fixed up, how about I introduce you to your team leader, Coran?"

Alfor turned his head towards the ginger, who was cutting out a piece of the lasagna, which still had the candle in it. Looking back into the living room, he introduced himself, voice having a similar accent. "Hello, Lance! Would you care for a snack?" He held out a plate, which Lance accepted.

After everyone had gotten a plate, the Alteans gathered around a table in the dining room - save for Haggar, who was still busy making a potion of some sorts (something to help Lance get his memories back quicker, she had explained earlier.) After finishing his plate, Coran looked over at Lance. "So Lance, I'm going to assume that Alfor already told you the ins and outs of your new life here?"

Blushing, Lance hesitantly replied, "yeah, but I might have… forgotten a bit of it…." then again, it was both of the Alteans fault for telling him these kind of things while he was busy trying to remember how old he was.

Unfazed, Coran quickly went to explaining his new job/life in the Altean community. "After you take the next few days off to adjust, we're going to start basic training so that we can know what kind magic you can perform. Once we find that out, we can use your abilities to break you down and mold you into a true Altean, fit to battle an onslaught of one thousand werewolves!" Coran suddenly realized that he had been holding his hands in a fist read for attack, and that Lance was starting to look a little nervous . "Not that you would ever need to face that kind of situation, necessarily, but it helps to be prepared! Once we know that you can hold yourself well in combat, you will officially become a part of this city's patrol of Alteans, defending humanity from supernatural evildoers!"

"So, we're basically the magic police?" Lance was beginning to like the sound of his new life as an Altean.

"Exactly, my boy! Together, the three of us will be unstoppable!"

Alfor chuckled at the sight of the two getting along - it was important for teammates to have good relationships with their leaders, and it didn't look like that would be a problem for Lance. In fact, it almost seemed like the girls were done fixing up his room a little too soon.

"Sorry we took so long, guys! just had a LOT more photos of their family than I originally thought, and it would seem like a shame not to help her hang them up." Allura sighed and looked over at Lance. "If you wish to settle in now, we understand - it's been a long day for you."

"I think that sounds like a good idea," he stretched his arms before walking over to his mom to say goodbye - she and the other two Altean officials would likely be going soon, her to his old house and the others back to their offices. Afterwards, she hadn't planned to visit for another month - Alfor had said it was to help him get adjusted to his new roommates.

Hugging her, he walked over to the staircase, only to be interrupted by Haggar. "You almost forgot your medication - drink a cap full once a day to help speed along the restoration process"

"Thanks Haggar," Lance took the vial of navy liquid and walked up to his room while the other Alteans kept talking around the dining room table. It was easy to find his room - the door was open and the walls were full of pictures from his old room, including all of his siblings and a good deal of aunts, uncles, and cousins. The bed was also comfortable, as it helped him succumb to sleep almost instantly.