It felt surreal, to be on Earth once again.
Lance took a look around him, a long, taking-everything-in kind of look. It felt like forever since he'd last walked on sand, even though he knew that wasn't true. They had arrived the week before to their home planet, and he still couldn't shake off feeling that it was some kind of dream. That they hadn't defeated Zarkon; that he was under some kind of spell; that when his mother had hugged the life out of him, it hadn't been real.
It felt surreal, but deep down he knew it was all true.
They had won.
Lance had returned home. Back at his grandparents' house, by a desolated beach near Varadero in Cuba. At their disappearance, the authorities at Garrison had made public they had been kidnapped by some terrorist group. It had been a cover story. A pretty silly one, for flying off in some giant blue-lion-robot didn't actually fit into that category. But, at least, when they had come to Earth once again- not like criminals but like rescued people- they couldn't get arrested.
The team had decided to part on different ways, at least for some time. Lance found a new family in them, but he'd really missed his home; his blood sisters and brothers, parents and grandparents; and, most of all, he had been aching to see the sea once again.
The sea. The deep, mysterious and warm ocean; being connected with that part of him that felt in symphony with the waves- for his soul felt in tune with the mood of the salty waters.
Each member of the Voltron team could choose either to leave with his/her lion, or not. The bonds were stronger than ever and, anyway, only they could pilot them. It was their choice, there was no problem in leaving them inside the space-castle. But Lance had decided to take Blue with him. He'd wanted to show her his sea, and spend some actual time with her, away from battles and worries.
He also had been dying to have some time alone. Even though he'd told the rest of the team, in honest manner, that if someone didn't know where to go, had no family to return to- which was Keith and Shiro's case, he was pretty sure- or simply wanted to, Lance and his family were more than welcome to receive them. He had told them with a big smile and, while Hunk and Pidge took the invitation with happiness and said they would probably stay with their families for some time; Keith and Shiro had looked grateful at his way, though both excused themselves saying they had some things to do.
Lance didn't care what their business were, he just shoved each a paper with his family address in Cuba, and his house's phone number.
He took a long, deep breath, and stared at the sea, a calm and warm silence filling his usually loud mind. He thought, after experiencing life in space and full of adventures, there was no other place he'd rather be, than where he was at that moment.
Later that night, when a quiet pounding on the house's door revealed a somewhat awkward looking Keith standing in from of him, he realized that, at the same time, he wouldn't exchange those last months for nothing in that universe.
.
.
A/N
Have some silly after-a-happy-ending kind of story. I'm stuck with a horrible writer block and I found this thing lying around in my pc. I'm certain is filled with grammar errors so feel free to point them out (as I'm not English-native and with no English-at-all inspiration haha)