Title: Trinity

Chapter: 1

Summary: Pidge, Hunk, and Lance set out on a routine mission…who thinks that is going to end well?

Rated: T for violence

Authors notes: Set during season one, fluffy first chapter, but there will be some action/violence to come


"I have found it! The last piece, the missing part, the trinity is complete!" Hunk yelled his triumph holding aloft a green tuber with a huge yellow leaf hanging from the top of it.

"You found it?! Are you sure?!" Lance looked up at Hunk with nothing short of adoration.

"And you two are without hope, completely totally hopeless." Pidge stood starting at the two who were now twirling each other around in some sort of happy dance.

"Pidge, do not mock the trinity." Hunk noted seriously.

"Yeah Pidgey Pidgeon, do you not know the importance of this discovery?" Lance asked waiting for her to see the obvious glory in Hunk's find.

"No." she answered flatly. "I see a green potato."

"Yes, a potato that tastes like celery. When combined with the purple banana shaped onion and the pink heart shaped bell pepper they create the holy trinity of all cajun and creole cooking!" Hunk nearly cried in joy.

"So…" Pidge raised an eyebrow.

"So?! So, gumbo, jambalaya, etouffee what is wrong with you Pidge?" Lance demanded.

"Neither of you are remotely from that area of the world. Why the devotion?" Pidge was now curious.

"When we first joined the Garrison, we got to sign up to be roommates, but I had mostly engineering classes and Lance had mostly Pilot classes. So we decided we needed to find something to take together." Hunk explained.

"Yeah, cause we are so awesome together!" Lance added.

"Anyway, so we went through the class list and found a cooking class. We both like food, so it seemed like a good idea." Hunk smiled fondly. "I learned about so many new kinds of food and cooking techniques, and Lance ate a lot of food."

Lance smiled, too, "Good times."

"Some things I like better than him and some he liked better than me, but the one cuisine we could agree on as our new favorite…"

"Not to be confused with our first favorite which is my mom's cooking."

"Of course, Lance. Our new favorite was all of the wonderful flavors and spices that came from the great city of New Orleans."

"N'awlins!" Lance drawled.

Hunk laughed and shook his head, "We like other stuff, but that is like the food of our friendship." Hunk wrapped his arm around Lance's shoulder.

"Yeah and now Pidgey Poo, we are going to introduce you to this culinary experience. After all we three are like the Holy Trinity of Voltron not unlike the Holy Trinity of Cajun cooking. Hunk, my man, you are the celery - mellow yet strong, I myself am the pepper - sweet and spicy," He winked at Pidge, "and you Pidge are the onion - layered, complex, and can also make people cry."


Keith almost turned around and left as soon as he opened the door. The kitchen area was chaos and the noise was pouring out into the common room.

"Hunk! It's boiling over!" Lance screamed.

"Pull it off the heat and add a little cold water. Turn the heat down just a touch and put it back on." Hunk calmly answered Lance while stirring his own pot and catching a flying piece of whatever Pidge was attempting to cut up.

"Hunk! I am not good at this!" Pidge cried frustrated as another piece went flying.

Hunk deftly caught the second piece and went to her side. Reaching around he guided her hands and instructed, "Pidge, let the knife do the work you are using too much force. Here, hold the knife like this and rock like this. Different blades cut differently. This one is not made to saw. Keep your fingers curled back out of the way, no bleeding in my kitchen."

"What are you all doing?" Keith just stared.

"Cooking, duh!" Lance answered waving a pot around.

Hunk reached over and guided Lance and the pot back to the stove.

"Lance and Hunk are teaching me to make some food they like, or at least we are trying to re-create it." Pidge answered.

"Come on in, Keith. You can start the sauce for the bread pudding, I can walk you through it?" Hunk offered.

Keith looked at the chaos and noise and close quarters in the kitchen and shook his head. "No, thank you, Hunk, but I'd rather stay out here."

Hunk smiled understanding, Keith wasn't exactly a people person and they were a bit on the noisy side just now. "Maybe some other time? I have been wanting to try some pralines, but I need a quieter atmosphere to figure those out, maybe you could lend me a hand?"

Keith blushed a little, Hunk really did go out of his way to understand his quirks. "I'd like that. Thanks." He near the edge of the kitchen area and watched the chaos. Close enough to laugh at the jokes and feel a part of what was going on, and far enough away not to feel overwhelmed and trapped. "What are you making?"

"We are making gumbo and bread pudding. At least we are trying to make something that will taste like that." Hunk hummed happily as he smelled the pot he had been stirring. "It's going well so far."

An hour later, Lance was sitting on the floor in the kitchen chattering away. Pidge was seated near Keith with her laptop out, working on something. Hunk was pulling the bread pudding from the oven. It was purple and a lot puffier than he had hoped. The sauce had separated pretty badly and he had needed to sieve out the chunks. The rice like vegetable was too sticky, though that could have been due to Lance's cooking. The gumbo, however, smelled and tasted perfect even if it was green.

Shiro smiled appreciatively as he came into the common area, "So this is what you've been up to on your day off."

"Day off? Pfft! This is totally a team bonding exercise," Lance smirked.

"Smells like it was a worthwhile exercise." Shiro smiled broadly and nodded to Hunk, who he had no doubt was the mastermind.

"I hope it tastes that way too!" Hunk smiled back. "Keith, Pidge, would you guys help get the table set. Lance, get up and help me get the food into the serving dishes."

Everyone went about their tasks happily. Shiro wondered if maybe he should let Hunk take a shot at leading a mission. The others all yammered for the chance, but Hunk never had. It looked like he might have more leadership abilities than he had let on.

Allura and Coran joined them shortly and they had a very pleasant meal. The bread pudding was too dry and the sauce too runny. Hunk apologized.

"Hey man, it still tastes good and anyway why does it have to be the same. I declare this new desert Hunk Cake Pudding with Alien Runny Sauce." Lance raised his fork and took a huge bite smiling.

"Aw, Lance." Hunk blushed.

"It really is good." Keith offered, "I've never had the other, but I like this."

"Thanks guys."

At the end of the meal they had a quick meeting to go over tomorrow's schedule.

"We have several things scheduled to accomplish tomorrow. First the healing pods need maintenance, it is something that needs to be completely about once every 1000 vargas and while we are in a relatively safe area I think now would be a good time to complete that."

"Not me please." Lance requested from the back of the room. He knew he was the most versed in the technology as he had helped Coran with them previously. At first he had felt he owed them since they saved his life, but after the whole being trapped in one and almost freezing to death it was more of a love hate relationship.

"Okay, Lance, then I will need you to pilot the supply run to planet Hasran. I have contacted the authorities there and they are happy to sell us some of the food stuffs we will need. " Allura understood Lance's reluctance and while she would not allow him to avoid the area indefinitely, she would give him some time, she wasn't heartless.

"I would like to go with Lance." Hunk offered. "I might be able to get some advice for preparing the food or maybe even some recipes."

"Very well." Allura nodded.

"The last item for tomorrow is a preliminary meeting with a planet in the next solar system. I have very little information on the society as far as I can tell they are newer to space travel. I received a communication request earlier today and set up a meeting with their world leaders. Shiro, as Black Paladin I would like you to be present for the discussion. I have the call set up for 1000 varga ship time tomorrow morning. So Pidge and Keith, which of you is going on the supply run and which helping Coran?" she offered.

"I would like to know more about the pods." Keith raised his hand. Keith had been interested since the pods had healed Lance, but not being the most technically proficient he had left it to the others. He did however very much want to know how to operate one, just in case he ever had to help put a friend into one again.

"Splendid, Number four!" Coran twirled his moustache and smiled. "I have a beginners guide to healing pods video that you can watch this evening!"

Pidge and Lance groaned a little at that, Keith guessed maybe they had already seen it. "Thanks Coran, that would be great." He tried to smile dreading what might be in the video.

"Alright then, Pidge, you are with Lance and Hunk." Allura smiled at them all. "I hope you enjoyed your rest day. Thank you for preparing this lovely meal."

"Lance, Hunk, and Pidge, just like the old days," Lance joked.

"Please, don't crash like the old days," Pidge snarked.