Iverson paced in front of the garrison.

He'd be pacing in his office, but it was too small, and he needed the fresh air. It would do no one any good if he started to panic.

The car pulled up and the passenger door opened before it came to a full stop.

"Boss!"

This boy was going to be the death of him.

"Lance, so help me," Iverson stood, hands on hips. Lance actually took a step back. That was a stance his mother took before the frying pan was brandished.

"Let's discuss everything inside," Keith hurriedly said as Hunk tried to exit the car with his seat belt still on.

()

After hearing everything Iverson sat silently.

"This-"

"I should've stayed and gotten my memory back," Lance cut in, "This is a waste of time."

Iverson took a deep breath and let it out slowly, "boy, don't make me hit you."

Lance rolled his eyes, but didn't push any further.

"Keith," Iverson said, "Take point."

"WHAT?!" Both Lance and Keith shouted.

"I don't think so!"

"Iverson, I don't think-"

"Either you take point, or I have to drag Frok and Shiro into this and I don't want to."

Hunk made a small noise, drawing their attention.

"Um…I already called Frok…" He swallowed hard as Allura face palmed.

"Why did you do that?" Iverson sighed.

"Well," Hunk cleared his throat, "I didn't tell him anything, I just said Lance hit his head and lost his memory and now he's a jerk and we can't handle him alone."

"If I'm a 'jerk' its only because all of you are too stu-"

"Fine," Iverson cut in, "fine. Keep Frok in the dark, but update Lance on everything you haven't been able to so far. I'll try and play politics and see if I can't smooth ruffled feathers."

"How far are we going to take this?" Keith asked, "If they are planning an attack against us, shouldn't we strike first? shouldn't everyone know?"

"Keith," Iverson shook his head, "The whole point of having a B section is so wars wont even start. If we can quell this with a few missions, then people wont have to die in a war and people won't even know their feelings were supposed to be hurt, got it?"

Keith hesitated, then nodded. It made sense…but his approach to any problem was much more direct. He wanted this done and over with already!

()

"So…what happened?" Frok asked two weeks later as he walked in on what was supposed to be a simple training session.

"He hit his head and doesn't remember anything!" Hunk wailed, latching onto the Hogro, "He hasn't called anyone by name the entire time!"

"Yellow-Dash!" Lance roared from the other side of the room, "I don't remember telling you to stop running either! Get moving!"

"His memory is back to when he was about 12," Keith huffed as he and Allura stopped sparing.

"Hello!" Lance snapped, "All of you-"

"Stuff it!" Keith snapped back, "We're talking to YOUR old partner!"

Lance made a face and started to walk back over.

"How hard did he hit his head," Frok asked trying to remove Hunk, "is he alright?"

"He'll be fine so long as we don't kill him first," Allura said quietly as Lance finally made it to the group.

"My partner…" Lance looked Frok up and down, "Short hair is rare in a Hogro…you a delinquent?"

"It was cut while I was imprisoned by the galra," Frok said, "long fur didn't suit a gladiator very well."

"I see…wait," Lance squinted at him, "I know you…"

"Really?" Keith said, "You can tell them all apart?"

"Oh my gosh," Lance spat, "You're the idiot that let me nearly catch pneumonia!"

"The rain was a light one," Frok countered with a smirk, "and I was also the one who found you and saved you to begin with."

"Oh great," Lance rolled his eyes, "so I have all this mess to thank you for. Who asked for your help to begin with?"

Frok sighed, "I don't want to do this again…"

()

The cut the training short and Lance dismissed them. Keith dragged Allura away before she could say something to make matters worse.

"Why are you following me?" Lance sighed turning to Frok.

"I'm to bunk with you until further notice."

"Over. My. Dead. Body."

"I can arrange that for you, but your laws prohibit that."

"There's only one bed in my room."

"I'll sleep on the floor."

"I'm not giving you my pillow or blanket."

"I can make do."

Lance quickened his pace and then he flung open the door he hissed. Iverson stood there, adjusting the mattress of a new bed on the opposite side of the room.

"Didn't think we'd have to use this so soon again," Iverson smiled.

"Thank you," Frok nodded and then looked to Lance with a sort of surprised look, "Oh. My. Gosh. It seems I won't be needing your blanket or pillow, how nice for you."

"I hate you."

"I know."

()

Frok didn't sleep.

Instead he waited.

Sure enough the human on the other side of the room woke up with a shout and twisted until he practically threw himself off the bed. There he sat panting, wide eyed, and sweating profusely.

Frok got up slowly, with the smallest of movements Lances eyes were fixed on him. He moved deliberately until he sat in front of his partner. Reaching up, he began to stroke the boys head.

"Sleep now," Frok said, "No danger. Just sleep."

Lances eyes drooped and he nodded off.

When Frok knew he was completely asleep again, he lifted him up and tucked him back into bed.

Lance wouldn't remember this, he never did, but this had been the first step in getting this child to calm down.

()

The test came almost a month later.

Keith and Hunk were sparing. Allura was doing personal training on the side. She was the first to realize something was wrong.

"Lance? What's wrong?"

Hunk and Keith stopped immediately. Lance, standing with his arms tightly folded, glared poisonous daggers at Allura.

"I'm fine," he said through gritted teeth, but he was shaking and sweating, "go…go back to what-"

"Are you-"

"I'm fine," he said again, never moving more than his lips. His breathing was starting to become ragged.

"Hunk, go get Frok," Keith said, "Lance sit down-"

"Bite me. An-and go back…to work…."

"I said sit."

"I said-"

"I said sit."

Every time Lance tried to speak, Keith interrupted and told Lance to sit. Lance countered by raising his voice, but the rampant emotions simply made the panic attack worse.

When Frok and Hunk got there, both Lance and Keith were red in the face, yelling incoherently at each other.

Frok walked up directly to Lance and placed a hand on the boys head.

The yelling stopped.

And almost immediately Lance was surprised to find his breathing was easier and, looking down at his hands, the shaking had all but stopped.

"Its been a while sine you've had a nights sleep," Frok said, "this happened later than I thought it would."

Lance's face turned beet red as he slapped and shoved Froks hand away.

"Don't touch me! The Hell you doing!" Lance then started to swear impossibilities and in a way that made both Keith and Hunk turn red themselves.

But the motion also made the attack start back up again.

So Frok again put a hand on the boys head.

"At night you see your dead, and every night it seems to increase," Frok said, lowering his voice, "these are not children you are training."

Lance was now practically purple. He shoved Frok and stormed out of the room.

"I understood…well, not even half of-"

"You didn't want to," Keith said to Allura, still red in the face. Hunk had both hands over his mouth with his eyes transfixed on the spot Lance once occupied.

()

Lance stormed into Iversons office, "I'm leaving."

Iverson slowly put down the document he'd been reading and laced his fingers together.

"Pray tell where, exactly?"

"I don't care," Lance stormed across the room and threw open the safe that held his travel papers, "I'm going to either go get my memories, solve these missions myself, or start another world war…I haven't decided…I might do all three."

"Lance, what happened?"

"Don't you 'Lance' me! I'm a B1-"

"A B2."

"See?! That makes no sense to me! Why do I need to have a 2! I was just fine being a 1!"

Iverson let Lance rant for a while longer before holding up a hand. Lance slowly came to a stop.

"I need you to call in your team so I can tell you the next mission you'll be going on," Iverson said and held up a finger to stop Lance from interrupting, "AND it will be done together."

"No."

"Lance-"

"I quit."

"Denied."

Lance seethed, but then said, "That Hogro stays here?"

"Yes, Agent Frok will stay out of B sections missions and agendas."

"…Fine."

()

"The mission is two-fold," Iverson said once everyone was assembled. "The first goal must to regroup and gain what was lost. That means Lances memory AND the trust of the Jermites."

"Why?" Keith asked, "It seems the relationship is tenuous at best. Why not just ignore everything and pretend it didn't happen?"

"Sadly it doesn't work that way," Iverson said giving Lance a look, "Lance already opened a can of worms by digging up what we thought was water under the bridge."

Lance shrugged, "It got us all out alive and unscathed."

"Not saying it wasn't warranted, just saying it opened a can of worms," Iverson stipulated, "now, Hunk has an idea of how to mend our relationship with the Jermites, Hunk?"

Hunk stepped forward and addressed everyone in the room, "I've been expanding my culinary skills and I think a nice dinner would do the trick. Its simple and allows for open discussion."

"You've not been to many political dinners," Lance muttered and Hunk blushed a little.

"Actually I have and I know this will work."

"You know?"

"Yes."

Lance looked him up and down and then said, "how?"

Hunk took a deep breath, "Historically speaking even the most basic of treaties and show of good will happened with a glass of wine or other drink. Banquets weren't just held to show off, they were held as a way to break the ice and start of common ground. If you can agree that the tart you just ate is delicious, then perhaps you can come to other agreements as well."

Lance blinked, then nodded, "good enough for me."

"Really?" All three paladins and even Iverson looked shocked. Lance scowled.

"I asked a question and he answered in a way that made sense, what's the problem?"

"Its not a problem," Hunk said quickly, but Allura cut in.

"The problem is that you've been contrary, rude, and all around stubborn in the worst way since you lost your memory and you suddenly agreeing with any of us in ANY way is making me very suspicious."

They all turned back to Lance.

"Red-Dash feel the same way?"

Keith nodded without hesitation.

"Good," Lance said, "At least I taught you something. Yellow-Dash still has much to learn is a simple "good enough" is actually enough."

Hunk blushed deeper and Keith and Allura were about to start a fight when Iverson stepped in.

"You will leave at three am. Lance, you're goal is to gain your memories back, if at all possible. You do NOT have permission to go out of regulated space, but if you can locate it WITHIN regulated space, do what you have to."

"Yes boss," Lance nodded and turned to leave.

"Lance," Iverson called him back, "Keep Ketih with you at all times."

"…why?" Both Keith and Lance asked.

"Keith not only has connections, but is highly skilled at getting places without being detected."

Lance made a face, "You just want me on a leash."

"I want your back watched."

"Ball and chain."

"I could make it worse," Iverson threatened.

"Common, Red-Dash, might as well figure out how we'll escape the party Yellow-Dash is cooking up."