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In a galaxy far far away a lone wavy dark haired man looked out a large plate window to the vast expanse of space. He reached up to touch the cold glass.

"Beautiful isn't it?" A deep resonating voice came from behind.

"Beautiful if you like deadly." The dark haired man half jokingly replied.

The other man laughed. "Jeff, you live for danger."

"True." Jeff turned around and leaned back against the rail that ran along the window to regard his commander. "Miss it, ya know. I know this is what we've been fighting all these years for but now that its here… there has to be more we can be doing than this."

Hawkins studied Jeff a moment. "Changes have you thinking like the rest of us. We have been out here a long time with only one mission, now that mission is at its end, not knowing where well be sent next. I think we're all feeling a bit lost." Hawkins moved up to the window to look out into the vast nothingness. "Hard to imagine five years ago we all just embarked on this journey. On the one hand it feels great to have done what we came out here for, on the other now that its finished it seems, well, empty."

Jeff turned to the chiseled profile of his commander. "Sir. It is because of you and your leadership that we are on the cusp of peace here. I could have never placed trust in Hazar like you were able to."

"Generations of war can do that, make one see one's skin over ones heart. Hazar is a good man. He wants what we do, peace and prosperity as do most of his people. One lesson I have learned in command, is never to judge solely on the past. Always be mindful of it and cautious of it, but remember to be open to alternate possibilities. People can surprise you." He turned and winked to Jeff.

"Ha ha." Jeff smirked. "You know you would have had a very dull job if it weren't for me and my… personality."

Hawkins turned around and leaned back beside Jeff. "Personality?" He crossed his arms across his chest. "I think your 'personality' caused me most of these grey hairs." He reached up a hand to brush it over one temple.

The two men laughed then Jeff again grew quiet then sighed.

"Your thinking about your future? Your reenlistment forms are due the end of next month. Thinking of asking for a reassignment?"

"Am I that transparent to you?"

"Pretty Much." Hawkins chuckled then took a long breath and sighed. "With Garrison command perpetually arguing over who needs us most next, here we sit spinning our wheels, they can't even come to a consensus on pulling us in for a long needed leave." He turned back around to touch the window and look out to the stars. "While the conflict may be at an end here there are other galaxies out there who do need us, but each politician has their pocketbook attached to a different system. Its seems only full out war would ever get them to agree so for now we need to get used to this view. "

"Ughhh, I'm just bored, board with it all. We haven't had a real fight since Hazar took control. Instead of calling us home Garrison just keeps us out here on escort duty, a job which any squad of cadets could do. The team is exhausted and feels the same as me. I didn't sign up just to be a decorative escort for supply ships. I want, I NEED to be doing something! Were fucking Voltron god damnit."

"Face it, you're just an adrenalin junky Jeff. If there is no real danger you loose your mind."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Jeff shrugged with a grin. "Danger is what keeps us sharp. Danger is what keeps us tight. We're starting to get sloppy."

Hawkins nodded. "Yes you are right, but there is something to be said for down time. Jeff you need to learn how to relax too." Hawkins smiled. "And on that note, come on, let's go see what Cookie has for dinner."

Jeff shuddered. "That's not exactly the kind of life and limb adventure I was looking for!"

The three women of the Vehicle Voltron team sat together at a booth each picking at the remains of their dinners absentmindedly.

"Sea team has escort patrol next." Lisa said as she spun her spoon around in her soup. Her eyes flashed up to see Commander Hawkins and Jeff walk into the dining hall. Her eyes momentarily met Jeff's then fell back to her soup with a sigh.

"Don't tell me he's being an ass again." Cinda scowled watching Jeff lead Hawkins to sit down at a table at the opposite end of the room.

"Again?" Lisa let out a pathetic laugh. "More like always."

Ginger shrugged. "He's just stir crazy, bored out of his mind like the rest of us. He doesn't know how to sit still."

Lisa sighed again. "Life isn't just about chasing robeasts. It shouldn't be."

"Oh no, not the biological clock thing again." Cinda tisked.

Lisa looked across to Cinda with a wiry smile. "Easy for you to say, your species' lifespan is much longer that humans, you can have kids well into your sixties."

"True, but it takes our males that long to be mature enough to handle parenthood!" Cinda laughed, the other two joining her in giggles.

Ginger sighed. "So it is safe to assume you and Jeff are in a 'off again' phase, yet again?"

"Ughh, I never know with him. Are we dating are we not dating? Are we serious or not serious? He will never give me a real answer and whenever I ask for one we end up in a fight and don't talk for weeks." Lisa dropped her eyes again. "Just tired of seeing so many other couples on the Explorer hooking up, getting married, having babies, it's hard not the want that too."

Ginger scoffed. "You're just too into the danger boys, Lisa. Boys who want adventure don't want to settle down. There are plenty of nice eligible men on this ship who would love to settle down. Admit it, support staff don't excite you like…"

"Like what.?" A rich Australian accented voice asked as he walked up to the table of the three women.

Ginger stood up and grabbed Cliff by the arm. "I give you case study number one." She looked Cliff up and down who recoiled at her sudden scrutiny. "A danger boy. Would rather face down a robeast than talk."

Cliff nodded. "This is true."

Ginger then reached up to squeeze his biceps. "Spends his 'quality time' in the gym."

"Hey, a man's got to keep in shape, ya never know when…"

"Yeah yeah." Ginger pointed to his abs. "Thinks a romantic dinner is protein shakes."

Cliff grinned as he patted his firm stomach and held up the shake in his hand.

With a grin Ginger reached up to ruff his perfect blond hair.

"Hey!" Cliff yelled as he carefully adjusted his hair back into place.

"Thinks his hair is his most precious position."

Cliff stood up proud gesturing to his thick blonde locks. "Well look at it!" He grinned.

Ginger slid back in the booth next to Lisa. "Lisa, if you really want more than just that in your life you're going to have to look past the danger boy."

"Gee, Thanks!" Cliff laughed and sat down in the booth next to Cinda. "So trouble in paradise again I take it?"

Cinda pointed to Jeff's table well across the room.

"That bastard's an idiot, if you don't mind me saying." He added with a wink.

Lisa looked up and smiled. "Thanks Cliff."

Ginger shot her hand up between them. "Oh no you don't, no prince charming her with that accent when she's down!"

Cliff laughed his voice taking on a high born British edge. "So what accent would you prefer it in?"

Cinda elbowed him hard in the ribs, buckling him over and bringing rolls of laughter from Lisa and Ginger. "Oh sorry captain."

Cliff gasped. "no... prob…lem." He rubbed his ribs.

Lisa shook her head, her long hair cascading around her. "Bwah, trust me, Cliff isn't my type." She smiled at him. "Too high maintenance. I don't want to date anyone who takes longer to get ready than I do." She grinned.

Cliff adjusted his flight jacket so it framed him perfectly. "No Worries. I have no interest in dating anyone on the force." He looked to the ladies at the table. "Love you all too much to put you through that grief." He grinned. "I can admit it. I'm the last bloke I'd let my sisters date." He pointed a finger at all their noses. "You know how those flyboys are, just one thing on their minds."

"Robeasts!" Ginger laughed at him.

"Ha hahahah." Cliff grinned. "Well yeah, them too." He winked at her as he leaned back against the booth and sighed. "With Jeff you just have to remember, he always needs to try to prove to himself that he is the best, without a constant challenge he gets lost in his head. Being top is everything to him. Now that were not challenged as a team every day, he's finding it hard to define himself now."

Cinda shook her head. "Come on, he has to get over that some time. It's about doing your best, not being THE best."

Cliff took a breath. "Look I'm not defending it, just letting ya know how it is. Up to you how ya deal with it."

"It was his father." Lisa looked over to Jeff's table and sighed. "He expects no less than perfection. When he found out Jeff was not top at the academy he almost disowned him." Lisa turned away, eyes shimmering.

"Oh no!" Cinda reached across and smacked Lisa's hand. "No poor abandoned puppy pity! Anyway his father became all smiles when Jeff got the top post here as captain of the air team and lead of the force so that's all in the past."

Lisa shook her head clear. "Sorry, yeah, your right. He shouldn't be hanging on to that old baggage."

Ginger giggled. "She's got it bad."

Cliff chuckled. "I give em one week before their back together."

"Two weeks!" Ginger grinned.

"Three days." Cinda winked.

"Hey!" Lisa gasped as the three all extended their arms and group shook on the bet.

Later that evening Commander Hawkins made his full rounds of the ship, making point to stop and talk to the many people who kept the Explorer and its crew flying and in top shape. His last stop on his rounds before bed was the bridge, and as expected Captain Newley was in command, even in this time of dawning piece ever vigilant to the heartbeat of the ship and the space around it.

Newley lifted his head from a diagnostic scan. "Good evening, Commander."

Hawkins nodded at him. "How is she?"

Newley keyed through some readouts. "All systems are green. Power cell five's maintenance was completed on schedule and is back in full operation."

"Ah good. And how are you?"

Newley paused, finally pulling his eyes off his screen and spun around in his chair to regard his commander with a raised brow. "Me sir?" He let out a chuckle. "You've been talking to the stir crazy crew again haven't you?"

Hawkins smiled. "That's not an answer, and yes."

Newley leaned back in his command chair. "Sir, this room is my life, whether that is running headlong into battle or orbiting a peaceful planet, the daily challenges of keeping this ship operational still remain."

Hawkins looked at him with a skeptical eye. He was about to speak when the consol in front of Newley chirped and flashed to a screen showing a private incoming encrypted communication. The two men exchanged dumfounded looks as the code it was using was used only by Garrison command for covert communications.

"Forward it to my office." Hawkins nodded and headed to a side door and to his office behind it where he punched up the monitor and accepted the incoming call.

There on the screen was the image of a smiling Admiral Graham. "Greetings Commander, I hope this unscheduled call is not interrupting anything."

Hawkins chuckled. "You can interrupt my boredom anytime, Admiral." He sighed. "But I suppose your just calling to tell me more of the same, Garrison has not come to a consensus yet…" Hawkins quirked a brow. "Hmm, but your frequency choice has me puzzled."

Graham nodded. "Mmmmm yes. I want to keep this off the radar for now, I have something I want to propose to the council that I want to run by you first as it would directly affect you."

Hawkins crossed his arms across his chest. "Now you have me concerned."

Graham chuckled. "At ease Commander." He rubbed his white bearded chin. "You may want to sit down for this one."

Knowing and having worked with Graham for over a decade Hawkins knew this was going to be a whopper. He cocked his head to Graham then with an exhale he walked over to a side cupboard where he kept his best whisky. He slowly poured himself a glass then walked back to his desk chair and sat back into it. He leaned back and propped his feet up on his desk. He took a slow sip then locked eyes with Graham's image. "What do you want from me this time?"

Graham chuckled. "Still haven't forgiven me have you?" He leaned back in his own chair.

"Rip my personal project to pieces and you expect me to just get over it?"

Graham smiled. "Seems to me you did just fine in spite of it."

Hawkins grumbled and took another sip of whiskey not wanting to bother to explain the intricacies of how that conclusion while correct was also wrong on so many levels. He absentmindedly brushed his fingers through his prematurely graying temples.

"So how are things faring on the Explorer?"

Hawkins sighed. "You can read that in any one of my weekly Garrison reports. Ship is fine, crew is stir-crazy and in long need of a well earned break. So can we just jump to the point of this call? You only talk to me like this when you want to take something. Who do you want this time?"

Graham laughed. "I forget how easily you can read me, James."

"Wonderful, first names, this is going to hurt isn't it." Hawkins took another swig of his whisky. "So then you do want someone. Who is it then?"

Graham grinned. "Not so much a who as a what."

"You're not taking Voltron!" Hawkins slammed his glass down and sat up. "I have worked ten years! TEN YEARS on the Vehicle Voltron project. I personally selected the prospective cadets, designed their training programs, molded them into…"

"Hawkins! HAWKINS!" Graham raised up his hand to the screen to silence the tirade. "I don't want just Voltron, I want the whole ship, that is if Garrison command decides to go through with this proposal. I've been asked by a colleague to consider instead of pulling the team in for a leave the potential of a specific temporary redeployment of the whole Explorer team."

"A redeployment?" Hawkins leaned back. "That is highly irregular without a down time. I understand that our roll here is done but this team has been in the thick for five years and most of my team's reenlistments are up. All my team are career garrison officers and I know they are eager to see action again but they have also been worked to the bone they need time to recharge and find their heads again. To just redeploy to do it all again may be too much for some. I don't know if all would stay on for another tour in deep space and we can't do it without all of them."

"Your concerns are well understood and have already been taken into consideration. I wouldn't expect to send an overworked force into the thick unless there was a real need, especially a force as politically important to us as Voltron. I assure you this proposed assignment would allow for regular planet side leave and its primary focus would be on team retraining."

Hawkins cocked his head. "Wait a minute! If you're thinking of deploying us on some Garrison recruitment public relations planet parade you can forget it! My team is here to defend the universe not to just gain the Alliance points!"

Graham laughed. "I understand while an impressive site Voltron could be you do far more for us politically when used vs just seen. Trust me."

Hawkins scoffed. "Trust you? Ha."

Graham leaned forward and propped his elbows on his desk. "James, I want you to take this idea in with an open mind, I think you'll actually agree with it. But please let's keep this between us. I don't want word getting out on this to anyone until it's a go."

"Fine fine, just drop the bomb already. Where exactly do you want to send my war exhausted ship?"

"As you know Garrison has operations spread thinly across many galaxies, some areas far too thin and yet by some miracle some manage to hold on while others don't."

"Spare me the freshman political science lesson and get to the point." Hawkins took another swig of whisky.

"It has been brought to my attention to consider deployment of your ship to the Arusain quadrant."

Hawkins spit out his drink and slammed the glass down. "What! Wait what happened to the other team are they?" All the color drained from his face.

Graham waved his hands. "No no, they are fine, and actually have been holding on remarkably well considering they were a last minute skeleton team and have had no outside support for five years."

Hawkins grumbled. "You set them up to fail."

"Fail? No, not to intentionally fail. Their mission just had a very low probability of success."

"With some of my best men!"

"They were not your men, they were Alliance men therefore MY men." Graham gave Hawkins a toothy smile. "Though I do have to admit without having been on the accelerated training track you designed for your team I'm sure they would have never pulled it off." Graham lifted a brow. "I chose to believe in a legend and believe in them and I am forever thankful five years ago I did. Why can't you be?"

Hawkins glanced away, not wanting to look at Graham's smug face. "So what exactly is it you are proposing?"

"The Explorer to join with the Arusan team. Give them the backup support they have been needing for years. Both teams also using the time to cross train with one another, learn from one another." Graham slyly smiled. "I ask you, who is better qualified to train a team on large robot fighting techniques than another Voltron team?"

Hawkins didn't know what to say, the idea was all too surreal to him. He just sat open mouthed.

"I take it by your silence that you are considering it?"

"Does that mean I can say no?" Hawkins snipped back.

"No." Graham smirked.

"Meghhh." Hawkins hated being in the position he now was. The last thing he wanted to do was tell Graham he agreed with him but he had to admit the idea was a brilliant one. Allowing both teams to work together would be a huge boost to morale, not only for the teams but for the Galactic Alliance as a whole. A public relations boon that was also politically and team beneficial… that is if old wounds had healed over better than his had.

As if reading his thoughts Graham spoke. "I have yet to contact Commander Kogane to get his opinion on the matter."

Hawkins fought to hide it but the corner of his mouth curdled up with pride… Commander? Kogane.

Graham paused a moment to watch Hawkins then spoke. "I'll give you 24 hours to think on it and give me your… ahem… honest opinion on this idea. Once I have your assessment under advisement I will contact Commander Kogane for his opinion. Please tell no one of this, as for now this is all just theoretical."

"Understood."

Thank you, Commander."

"Yes, Sir." Hawkins robotically replied with a salute then the screen before him went dark. "Well fuck damn." He slowly began to smile then laugh. "Fuck damn!"

Back on Arus a restless Keith stirred in the darkened and quite med bay. He opened his eyes but they hardly seemed to focus. He pulled himself upright to try and clear his head but everything around him still seemed in a haze.

He looked across to see Allura, a reading light that was left on surreally illuminating her sleeping form, the rest of the room seeming all the darker because of it.

He slowly rose to his feet and padded his way to her bedside, stopping at the foot of her bed with a gasp. She was no longer in the modest sleeping gown but instead must have changed into the sheer one from the other night. Her blankets and sheets were nowhere to be seen. He looked around her bed to see where she could have tossed them but there was nothing.

Allura murmured something in her sleep shifting her shoulders so her arm slid off her torso allowing Keith a full view of her womanly curves. She mumbled again, it was not a sound that concerned him as there was an ever so slight smile curving her lips.

Keith took a step forward his fingers of their own will reaching down to graze along the exposed soft skin of her calf. As he slowly inched his way up along her bedside his fingertips grazed her milky skin and then along the shear fabric. His fingers slid up her thigh, over her hip to dip down into the curve of her waist and up again to graze along her ribs.

He suddenly recoiled back. What am I? He shook his foggy head. Staggering away he rubbed his eyes looking around the room again, all seemed normal just darker and hazier. He slowly padded his way away from Allura's bedside past Nanny and Hunk's sleeping forms and into the back bathroom. He approached the small sink, turning on the water he bent over to splash his face to only then unexpectedly hear the door close and click locked behind him.

Before he could react Keith suddenly felt a pair of dainty hands touching his bare back. He snapped his eyes up to the mirror to see Allura standing behind him as she began inching her fingers around his sides to his chest and then flexed her fingertips into his skin. He tossed his head back in recoil from the sudden sensation. He couldn't remember when or why he would have taken off his tee shirt but when he snapped his eyes back to hers in the mirror he didn't care. He quickly spun around in her grasp to grab onto her hips then spun her around with him so she was against the sink. He hoisted her up to perch on its edge, his pelvis locking her in place there. "You." He whispered to her.

"You." She whispered back, reaching up a finger to trace the line of his jaw.

"Why are you in here?" He angled his head to sent her hand at his face.

"Why did you wake me?" She let her fingers brush along the soft skin of his lips.

His eyes fell into the depths of her blue ones. How could he answer that? He just had to touch, he couldn't help but too. His rigid body throbbed against her answering her question far more vividly than any words could have.

She gasped and closed her eyes as her head tossed back, her parted lips glistening wet in the dim lights of the bathroom beckoning him to taste them.

His mouth swiftly crashed against her's and they began to consume one another. His arms sought out the sheer fabric of her gown, wanting to feel every inch of skin beneath it as her legs parted further and wrapped around him pulling him to her, their pelvises soon finding an intoxicating rhythm, only the soft cotton of his sweatpant covered briefs holding him in check.

He heard a muffled voice coming from outside but didn't care to listen. "Keith?" The voice grew louder and more insistent. "Keith? Keith! KEITH!

He jumped, suddenly finding himself back in his hospital bed, tee shirt in place and a blanket wrapped around him. He blinked his eyes a few times to adjust to the room's bright lights to find Pidge's worried face looking at him.

"Hunk's Gone." Pidge clasped his shoulder. "Did you see or hear him leave?"

Keith sat up and rubbed his suddenly aching temples. "Gone? No, no I didn't. I must have been sound asleep… Allura?" He shot his eyes across the room to Allura's bed where she still lay asleep. He noticed she was again in the modest dressing gown she was before and completely covered in her cocoon of blankets. Keith took a few breaths to try and re-center himself.

"Allura and Nanny are fine, it's just Hunk that is missing." Pidge added to help his commander assess the situation.

Keith nodded as he turned to sit up on the side of his bed pulling the blanket atop his lap then reached across to grab his uniform pants. "Full Report."

Pidge went into military mode. "Approximately fifteen minutes ago a nurse came in, she found you three sleeping but Hunk's bed was empty. We have security on full alert, but have not gone into full alarm mode as we don't know if this is a real threat."

Keith slipped off his bed turning his back to Pidge to slip off his sweats and will his aroused body to relax enough to slip into his uniform.

Pidge continued. "The last time the Nurse was in the room was the previous hour so we know he cannot have been gone longer than that. Lance is in with the doctor reviewing the tapes of the room to pinpoint when he left and possibly what state of mind he was in at the time."

Keith blanched as he turned and grabbed up his uniform jacket, oh gods please let that have just been a dream. He pulled his jacket on. "Hour is a long time." He looked across to Allura. "Pidge I need you to stay here. I'll go see what I can find out."

Pidge nodded as Lance appeared in the doorway, walked up to them and spoke. "Reviewed the vid log, he left 45 minutes ago and seemed agitated. He searched around the room a bit then left."

Keith still unsure if what he had just experienced was all just a vivid sleep deprived dream dared to look up to Lance's eyes but saw nothing in them saying he saw anything else, but knowing the Lance's poker face he found no comfort in that. "Alright, think, where would an upset Hunk have gone?"

The three men stood looking at one another then all three spoke at the same time. "Kitchens." Keith and Lance turned for the door.

The two walked quickly to the elevator and when it arrived got in keying the floor where the kitchens lay.

The door closed and there was a brief moment of silence before Lance let out a soft chuckle while looking ahead.

"Something amusing?" Keith turned his head to him with a raised brow.

"Oh nothing." Lance grinned.

Keith's mind was reeling, it was a dream, it had to have been, or was it?

Lance laughed.

"Out with it." Keith glared.

"Just wondering what I may have seen on the tapes if I hadn't interrupted you two from your… reading."

Keith's face contorted in confusion, the bathroom encounter so potent, having blocked out all memory of what had happened before he went to bed. His mind struggled to remember.

The doors opened and Lance walked out and towards the kitchens leaving Keith stunned a moment. Keith quickly shook it off and was after him, jogging the few steps to catch up to Lance's long purposeful strides.

Lance was still smiling. "Getting all nice and cozy and then this buffoon had to walk in. Tisk tisk, O'l Lance is loosing his touch."

Keith blinked, it all coming back to him. "We were just reading."

Lance grinned bigger reaching the Kitchen doors. "So tell me this, since when do you 'read' with anyone?"

Keith's jaw twitched as his mind searched for a reply but his attention was diverted as he heard a worried woman's voice coming from behind the door. He keyed it open and they both entered weaving their way around the equipment towards the voice.

"Stop, you've had enough, you're going to make yourself sick."

Rounding a corner Keith and Lance came upon them, the cook Angela was kneeling in front of Hunk who was sitting on the floor surrounded in discarded containers that had once contained various confections.

Keith quickly knelt down beside her and gave her a squeeze on the shoulder.

She looked on him with utter desperation. "He can't hear me."

Keith nodded and turned back to Hunk and looked into his dilated eyes. "Hunk buddy? You there?" He reached out and shook his shoulder but it was if he wasn't even there as Hunk spooned out another mouthful of chocolate ice cream from a giant tub of it. "Hunk! Can you here me?"

Keith turned to Lance who nodded and lifted his com to his lips. "Hunk is in the kitchens, send the doctor immediately."

"HUNK!" Keith got right in his face but there was no reaction.

Suddenly from overhead a torrent of water came crashing down onto Hunk's head. Keith grabbed Angela to pull her out of the way taking the bunt of the overspray on his jacket. Keith grumbled as he looked up to see a smiling Lance holding a large empty bowl overhead.

"Well it works in the movies." Lance shrugged.

"Wha? Where am I?" Hunk's muttered voice called their attention back to him.

"Hunk?" Keith slowly leaned back in.

"Ughhh, my head hurts." Hunk closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, his pallor looking a very off color.

"Oh no." Keith backed away reaching a hand back up to Lance. "Bowl!"

Lance blinked in sudden understanding and tossed it to Keith who got it to Hunk just moments before he hurled up.

Angela quickly got up to get a couple kitchen towels and wet them at a nearby sink,. Returning she draped one on the back of Hunk's neck and dabbed his forehead with the other. "Hunk? You okay now?"

"I." Hunk settled back. "I don't know."

"Do you remember coming down here?" Keith asked.

"Yes, and no, it's all a bit of a blur." Hunk closed his eyes. "It was like all I could think of was eating, nothing else mattered. There was no food in the room so I came here."

Doctor Gorma with two nurses and several palace guards entered the Kitchens and approached.

Keith and Lance shared concerned looks. Lance pulled Keith aside. "Do you think this is the spell?"

Keith thought a moment. "Passions need… Could be we all know Hunk's passion for food." Keith looked back to Hunk watching the doctor administer something to him. "We can't risk him flying at this point. What if he zones out like that in the Lion?" Keith's com chirped and he raised it to his lips. "Keith here."

Allura's voice answered him. "Keith, please come quick we have a… situation in the med bay."

Keith and Lance shared a look. Keith quickly glanced to see that the med staff and guards were helping Hunk. With a nod to security Keith spun on his heal and took off back to the medical bay at a full sprint, Lance and two of the guards close on his heels. "On our way, Princess."