This is a short story written for the Hunk's Corner Drabble Challenge. A word or theme is given to use in a story with a 500 word limit about the Voltron universe.
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An Unaccountable Account
By Shannon (AKA KittyShan, LancesKitten)
Word/Theme: Coran Got Run Over by a Reindeer; Sleigh
Word Count: 415
Voltron: Defender of the Universe
Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
"Man, I had the strangest dream last night," Lance spoke while crossing the dining hall to where a huge urn was filled with steaming coffee. After pouring a cup, he took a seat at the table and began to serve himself breakfast, repeating his announcement when no one responded. "I said, I had the weirdest dream last night!"
"Oh yeah?" Hunk's curiosity won. "I'll bite. What was your dream about?"
"Coran got run over by a reindeer."
Pidge perked up. "A reindeer? As in one of Santa's reindeer?"
Allura tilted her head to the side in a thoughtful manner. "We do have a species of native reindeer here on Arus."
Lance nodded to acknowledge the Princess, but his reply was meant for Pidge. "That's the one! Complete with jingle bells and a jolly old guy, all dressed in red, driving the sleigh."
Hunk grinned. "You've been drinking too much egg-nog."
"Maybe," Lance's admission came with a chuckle. "But it seemed so real...the goose was on the table, and the pudding made of fig-"
"Hold on...in this dream of yours," Keith seemed on the verge of remembering something important. "Were we all watching football, playing cards, and drinking beer with Sven-"
"-and my cousin Romelle," Allura's exclamation interrupted the Captain of the Voltron Force with what seemed an almost-memory.
"Wait a minute..." Hunk's tone was suspicious. "I remember something about some guy in a sleigh that was full of elves."
"Did we all have the same dream?" Lance asked.
"Maybe some sort of mass hallucination from the Arusian liquor in the egg-nog?" Keith offered.
"You're all overlooking the obvious," Pidge added. When everyone turned their attention to the youth, he offered his conclusion. "It wasn't a dream."
"So, you're saying it was real?" Hunk sounded incredulous.
"You can say there's no such thing as Santa, but as for me and Bandor, we believe." Pidge sounded so certain that the group of space explorers looked around at one another and considered the possibility before deciding the strange coincidences couldn't be reality.
Just then, the door opened and in walked Coran - which of course, halted the conversation.
Until...
"Um, Coran...?" Lance's voice shook a bit.
"Yes?"
Keith asked the question on all their minds. "What happened to you?"
"Oh, this?" The Royal Advisor touched the reddened hoof print in the middle of his forehead. "I'm not sure, but I had the strangest dream last night..."
END
