A/N: the two years Krolia and Keith spend together is a fanfic writers gold mine! I have three fun but short idea's for some drabbles and then i thought "hey! why not make it a prompt fic?" (nevermindthefactihave3otherpromptficsi'mworkingon)

updates to this fic will be slow. sometimes they may be fast but most of the time there may be months in between updates. i mean, there's real life happenings but i'm also doing prompts for Arc v and Digimon Frontier so... hahaha... oh dear...

IMPORTANT NOTE: If you don't fallow a very specific route within the Quantum Abyss time runs differently then the rest of normal space. So the two years for Keith and Krolia was only a few hours or a few days to the rest of the paladins. (I'm putting this here since some fans seem to be confused about this.)

DISCLAIMER: Are these things even needed anymore? i mean, it's kinda obvious that i don't own Voltron.

Ever since they started living together on the giant whale Keith's mornings had always been the same. His new wolf friend would wake him up with sloppy kisses and Krolia would be cooking breakfast by the fire… but this morning had been different.

The first thing that was different was how the wolf woke him up. Instead of the normal flurry of slobbery kisses, it was the soft whine and gentle prodding of a paw on his face. He tried to shoo the wolf away but his mind was awake enough to notice the smell of burning in the air.

Sitting up with a start, he stopped himself from jumping to his feet when he noticed his mother sitting by the fire.

She sat there, a pained expression on her face, glaring into the fire… her elbows rested on her knees and her knuckles where white from how tight her hands where clasped together. Her lips where pressed together in a thin line and her breathing was slow and steady, as if she was trying to calm herself.

She was so focused on something Keith couldn't see that she was unaware of the food burning right in front of her.

"Krolia?" Keith softly called out to her but received no response. "Krolia?" he tried again, a little louder this time but she still made no signs of having heard him.

So, Keith got up and moved over to the fire, his wolf fallowing close behind. Sitting next to her, he hesitantly, placed his hand over hers and called out a third time.

"Krolia, is everything okay?"

Her body stiffened while her head whipped around to face him. She stared intently at him for a moment before letting out a low breath and returned her gaze to the fire. There she finally noticed the burning food.

Letting out a low groan and letting her shoulders sag just the teensiest bit, she moved one hand out from Keith's and carefully removed the burnt food from the fire. Holding up the burnt shish kabob she leveled it with a look and gave Keith a sideways glance.

"Think it's still edible?" she asked.

"You're avoiding the question." Keith answered with a frown.

"I'm fine." She gave the food a quick sniff then, after a small gag, she chucked the now inedible food into the distance.

Keith's frown deepened in doubt and a feeling of rejection passed through him.

"Right…" He replied and tried to stand up but the moment his hand had twitched, Krolia's free hand grabbed his shoulder. "Wha?" he stuttered as she held him in place.

Keith turned towards Krolia but she was staring into the fire again, a look of weariness and fatigue seeping into her expression. Keith felt her hand moving under his and found himself holding his breath as her fingers laced together with his.

"I am fine..." She stated slowly, tiredly, her eyes never leaving the fire, "Because you're here…" Her grip on his hand was strong but gentle. He could feel her warmth seeping into him… as well as a slight tremble in her fingers.

"Kro…lia?" He breathed out.

"Just," she took a deep breath, "stay there… right there…" she let go of his shoulder and placed it atop their intertwined hands. She didn't look at him… perhaps she couldn't look at him but…

Keith bit his bottom lip and took a steady breath. He wasn't sure what to do… but then he looked back towards her and saw the pain hidden in her eyes. His eyes widened in shock and instinctively moved to look at their hands.

He knew what he needed to do.

Clenching his free hand into a fist, and hesitating only for a second, he moved the fingers of his trapped hand and held onto his mother's strong but gentle hand.

It was a strange feeling, lacing his fingers with hers and uncertainty prickled at his heart but the unease disappeared as he saw Krolia give a small but weary smile from the corner of his eye.

- o - o - o - o - o - o -

A few days later there was another flash of light and he found himself watching a much younger him walking into 'The Home' for the first time… he remembered that he had moved there a few days after his… fathers funeral.

"Oh…" He gasped as realization hit him hard. Suddenly, he found it difficult to breath. As the memory faded and time returned to the present, he found himself looking at Krolia.

"I… I didn't… think… I should of…" he started but failed to find the words. "I'm… I'm sorry… I…"

Krolia gently took his hand in hers and looked at him with understanding.

"I know…" her hold was firm and warm but unlike before there was no trembling. "I'm not upset at you. You've done nothing wrong."

At her words Keith felt something inside him shift and break, like a heaviness being pushed off his heart and shattering on the ground below him. He felt his eyes becoming wet and saw his vision blurring.

Immediately he turned around, his back to his mother and used his free hand to hurriedly rub away the tears threatening to fall.

Krolia watched with equal parts amusement and understanding but she didn't say anything. Instead she simply held his hand and waited. She knew they would have to talk but she also knew that they would only talk when they where both ready.

For now though, she was happy to simply be by her son's side and to once again hold him in her arms.

Even if she was only holding his hand.

A/N: first drabble done! and please let me know what y'all thought!

did i do a good job keeping them in character? what do you think of my writing style? did you find any grammar and/or spelling mistakes?
thank you for reading!