A/N: Hi! First of all, I'm so glad my summary caught your interest long enough for you to actually click on this lovely story, second, full credit for the idea goes to my saxy friend who just blurted out this genius idea and immediately I thought, *widens eyes* "This needs to be a fic." *gasps* "I WILL WRITE THAT FIC!"

Also, thank you to JackieStarSister for pointing out a mistake I made.

Disclaimer: Voltron and all of its characters belong to Dreamworks, not me.


He jolts upright in his bed, straight as a rod with a look of urgency on his face. Sleepless eyes frantically scanning his room.

What time is it?! Keith thinks as more thoughts fly through his head and his heart continues to pound faster than before.

He immediately bolts out of his room, stumbling on himself despite the stark neatness of his room, running into the walls sprinting down the hallways of the castle that have become so familiar to him.

He weaves left and right, knowing exactly where he needs to go without a second thought.

Come on, come on! Where is it?!

He almost misses it as he skids to a stop, flailing his arms to regain his balance and practically punches the button to open the door.

Lance doesn't even have time to protest before Keith opens his mouth and screams:

"Tron!"