The Adventures of Elevator Lance:

Fatal Misery: Part 1

Lance reached out from under the soft covers of his bed and turned off his Voltron alarm clock. As he wiped the sleep from his eyes he noticed something strange on his hand. When his blurry morning vision cleared he saw a piece of red yarn tied in a bow on his left ring finger.

"Where did that come from?" he asked himself. Lance removed the string and pulled back the covers. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet slipping into his red lion slippers, which matched his red lion pajamas.

"I think all this product placement is getting out of hand," Lance remarked.

He stood up, went to his closet and picked out his outfit for the day and then headed to the bathroom. On his way to get a shower, Lance could have sworn he smelled sausage and bacon cooking. He shrugged the thought away and entered the bathroom.

As Lance got out of the shower, he wrapped his Voltron bath towel around him then proceeded to brush his teeth with his Blazing Sword light up toothbrush.

"Enough already with the cheap advertising," Lance thought.

After getting dressed, he gave himself one last look in the mirror then opened the door. The sight before him made him scream like a little girl.

"Did you just scream like a little girl?" asked Rachel.

"What are you doing here?" Lance inquired.

"You haven't come to visit me in the medical wing for a couple of days and I started to get worried," Rachel told him. "I came to make sure you were ok."

Lance looked at Rachel, dressed in her nurse's outfit. He wasn't sure if he should feel grateful or annoyed. "I haven't been in the medical wing lately because I haven't gotten hurt."

"I see. I guess we'll have to do something about that," she said with a smile.

"I guess…wait, what?"

Before Lance could try to get an explanation from Rachel she grabbed his left hand. "You took my yarn off your finger." Her smile turned into a frown.

"So you're the one who put that on me," Lance stated. "I took it off when I woke up this morning."

"I put that on you so that you would think about me today. I guess you don't want to think about me, you probably don't want me any more either." Rachel began to cry.

"Why are you crying?" Lance asked, very confused.

"Because you don't want me any more," Rachel managed to say. "After everything I did for you, nursing you back to health, bandaging your wounds, fondling you as you slept in your recovery room…"

"You did what to me in my sleep?" Lance asked

"…this is what I get?" Rachel asked, her tears pouring down her face as she deliberately ignored Lance's question.

"I'm sorry." Lance tried to hug Rachel.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Rachel screamed.

"Look, would it make you feel better if I put the yarn back on?"

Rachel's tears stopped momentarily. "It might."

Lance grabbed the yarn from the floor and handed it to Rachel, and then he extended his hand. "Go ahead and put it back on."

Rachel began putting the string on Lance's finger. "Now all the women will know not to mess with MY man. Especially Princess Allura, she's such a slut."

"Now what a minute, Allura isn't a slut," Lance said in defense of his friend and teammate.

Rachel winced from Lance's words then tightened the yarn, causing Lance's finger to turn a slight blue color. "Are you arguing with me? I know what kind of person she is. You better keep your distance from her."

Lance was visibly shaken. He wasn't sure what this nut job was capable of, but he knew it wasn't good. "I'll do what I can to stay away from her," he said.

"Good." Rachel smiled and loosened the bow a little, letting blood flow back into Lance's finger. "Now come on, breakfast is getting cold."

"I've got to get away from this psychopath," Lance thought as he was led to the kitchen table.

Before him on the table was a plate filled with burnt toast, half cooked sausage, raw bacon and charred waffles. "Gee Rachel, you really shouldn't have."

"It's the least I could do for my man," Rachel said then gave Lance a peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back, I need to freshen up."

As soon as Lance heard the bathroom door close, he grabbed the plate and dropped the food into the garbage. He placed the plate in the sink then headed for the door. Just as the door opened, so did the bathroom door.

"Leaving so soon?" Rachel asked as she approached Lance.

"Yeah, I don't want to be late. Keith will be upset if I'm late."

"Oh ok. If he says anything negative to you, let me know. I'll make sure he NEVER does so again."

The look of seriousness on Rachel's face scared Lance. With a brief smile he stepped away from Rachel and headed towards the elevator. Lance had never felt such relief as he did when the elevator doors closed and he was no longer in the presence of Rachel.

"This probably isn't going to end well," Lance thought. "And I'm going to have to wait until Part 2 to find out how it ends."