Lance had to admit, the sewer was the worst place he had ever woken up. Sure, there were bad places in his past, rising from unconsciousness when there was danger pressing in on them was never pleasant, but they didn't normally stink so much. He breathed as little as he could, trying to keep the pungent stench he recoiled from away from himself as he struggled to suppress a yawn.

He wasn't the first awake; Jason was sitting with his back to the grimy, damp wall, broad shoulders hunched over as his elbows rested decisively on his knees. He kept watch over his friends with bright blue eyes as Leo and Piper barely began to stir.

Lance decided to join him.

"Hey," He greeted nonchalantly, voice husky and raw from sleep.

"Morning," Jason nodded back as Lance fell to a similar position beside him "is there a problem?" he asked following a moment of silence.

Lance took a moment to answer, trailing the curve of the walls, the way his friends moved in their slowly lifting sleep, the way the sewage moved as though it almost were a river with his eyes before responding. "not really," he shrugged, eyebrows moving on his face as though mimicking his shoulders "just…" he spent another moment in silence, searching for a word that would work, he eventually settled on "confused,"

"Confused?" Jason repeated slowly and quietly, sounding as though he was as well all of a sudden "What about?"

"Everything," Lance chuckled darkly, the bitter sound seeming out of character and following with Jason's ears like a speeding train "it's hardly like I'm sitting here with nice, full memories of a normal life, a normal skill set, a normal family," he cast his eyes slowly downwards "But, specifically, it's the memory thing."

Jason was sure he knew at least to some extent how to relate to Lance in that situation so he hummed a little as an indication for Lance to continue. His acknowledgement was greeted with a sort of thankful grin Jason had not been expecting given the circumstances.

"Well, my first concern is, well, you…" Lance but his lip as Jason adjusted his posture and turned to stare at his friend. Lance laughed him off, the much clearer sound than before echoing slightly "I mean, why was I the only one who remembered that you were never there before that trip? The obvious answer would be it had something to do with whether people were mortals or demigod but, well we know that isn't the case,"

"I don't know," Jason admitted as he ran a finger over the raised edge of the small scar at his lip "but you aren't the only one who thinks it's strange. There's something, a factor that neither we nor whoever did this has accounted for,"

"But we have no clue what it is," Jason vaguely realised that Lance sounded more and more like himself as the remnants of sleep removed themselves from him "Because of this amnesia thing,"

"Kinda sucky, huh?"

"Yeah," the word was began with an exhale indicative of humour "I woke up in a hospital with a stranger at the foot of my bed, speaking a language he didn't, not even knowing why I know English even now because I'm sure I didn't live in America before, I got thrown into all of this madness and I'm somehow not surprised by most of It?! Quiznak! My life is a mess!"

Jason laughed as Piper and Leo, barely awake, giggled softly as they pushed themselves back onto their elbows "That still isn't a word Lance," he said as Lance sighed and leant back, gently whacking his head against the rough wall. He ignored the quick, sharp pain and put his hands to his head "all right, all right. Shut it guys."

And they did, a cloud of comfortable silence falling over them as Leo quietly ignited his finger tip, wincing as he did. The orange of the flame illuminated the space in which they sat, casting a warm glow around them that made the dim, dank sewer slightly less awful. Only slightly.

Lance sent him a small, encouraging glance but no words were exchanged. Not even as they all stood and decided on a direction to take. They had to try to find that spirit again or they may just be stuck in the putrid place for far longer than they had intended. Really, Jason thought any time at all on that place was too long but he did not voice his objections.

They all walked together in a single file line for a while, their sense of time skewed by the fact that there was no sunlight and checking a watch was barely a priority at the time.

Jason wasn't ashamed to admit that his surroundings faded entirely in that moment, his guard falling and his watch other his friends, all of whom walked in front of him, Lance's fast, lengthy strides up front, Leo's rushing, shuffling feet barely ahead of him, becoming lax.

There was, unsurprisingly, not much to observe in the seemingly labyrinth-esque network of tunnels in the system. Each tunnel was merely a replica of whatever one it branched off from, though maybe with minutely varying twists and turns and angles that would drive even the smartest, most capable people to insanity very quickly.

That thought ran around Lance's head as though it were entitled to be there. Every other run was accompanied by something that had been stuck in his head for far longer than he could cared to think about. It was a simple sound, a consonant sound, or rather two that came hand in hand yet he knew they formed different words.

He glanced backwards. Warm brown eyes, flame burning on his hand, goofy smile still present on a thin, oil-stained face with flushed cheeks and eyebrows that seemed to have a personality of their own.

He glanced to the side. A rushing river, splatters of barely visible green where mould and mildew sprouted from rough walls that the gay t light barely made visible, a steady drip coming from the ceiling with near perfect consistency. They were like syllables. P was one syllable. K was two. One drip. Two drips. One, two. It was always one to him.

He threw his haze further backwards and Jason caught It, suddenly pulled from his own daze as he watched Lance's eyes light up and glow brighter than the flame that lit their ways. A lopsided smile pulled at his lips as his cheeks dimpled and he happily exclaimed, coming to a halt and causing everyone else to follow him as he jabbed a slender hand towards Leo's chest proudly "Pidge!"

"Huh?"

"What?"

"Hmmm?"

Jason questioned him, questioned the seemingly nonsense word he sprouted, but he knew where it was coming from.

"You remembered something," and both he and Lance were ecstatic at the premise. As soon as Leo and Piper grasped the situation they caught up and their progress in their physical travel remained halted as Piper dived forwards.

She flung herself at Lance, gripping him in a hug as she chuckled and giggled and congratulated him, even if she wasn't one hundred percent why.

"So… Pidge?" Leo asked a little while later "What is that exactly?"

"A friend," Lance's smile had been steadily growing wider since it made its appearance and was showing no signs of stopping anytime soon "Pidge, Katie. P, K,"

And that was when Leo clocked on.

"That's who I remind you of!" Lance's cheeks were hurting like crazy but the smile didn't drop.

"it's hazy," he admitted "there's no real memory of an event," he wrung his hands "but there's a person. A girl, a good friend, crazy smart, a little hyperactive, A little, well… little. Leo, she's pretty alike to you. Ummmm…" and Jason could tell that there was something akin to pain in the concentration that suddenly coloured Lance's face.

"ummmmmm..." He continued, clenching and unclenching his fists periodically. Piper winced a little at the purpling crescent moons forming low on his palm.

"Ummmmmmm…" but this time the clenching turned to a little celebratory clap "She was looking to her brother," he recalled "and her dad, so she lied to get into the school. There's something about green? A lot of jargon I don't get and… colour coding?"

Lance couldn't quite make sense of any of It, not completely, but it was relaxing to know something, no matter how small. He really did feel a sense of pride floor having finally accomplished something in terms of His missing memories.

"Hey Lance," Piper began as they began to move again "is that all you remember?" he was about to say it was but then she jumped in and refined her query and he couldn't anymore "how about your last name?"

It had been a while, but the fuzzy images filled Lance's brain. One of the figures, small with large glasses and young features, manages to pull itself into focus whereas the rest remained indistinguishable blobs of colour. The girl he saw was pulling funny faces at another figure, a man he supposed, who seemed to be an authority figure.

In a deep voice, the man read something out that made Lance feel as though a great weight he hasn't even realised he had been carrying had been removed from his shoulders.

"it's McClain," he told Piper.

They let the ecstatic lance drift to the back of their line, dreamy and far away but as happy as any of them had ever seen him.

He muttered one final thing before falling into complete silence.

"Grappling hook?"

Keith could attest to the fact that the language he hears was not English and the country in which they stood was not inhabited by copious amounts of people who spoke the language. Nevertheless, the translators took the tongue Keith couldn't hope to recognise and twisted it and melted it and rewrote it in a way that made it sound English even though he knew it was not.

Hunk had listened as Shiro led the conversation. He had almost squeaked in excitement as an old newspaper, crumpled and with ink running in a few places as though it had been wet, was handed over by a fairly young woman and her smiling child. They had thanked them as they left to go fawn over the flimsy paper.

The article wasn't written in English either, but the translator did it's job. It was slower than it was with speech and the glasses he had to put on made Shiro's head go fuzzy as he watched the script shift dizzyingly, but by bit, the movement almost too smooth.

Pidge glanced over with a pair of translator-glasses perched on her petite nose in place of her ordinary pair she had gotten from her brother when he left before the failed Kerberos mission. Slowly, she read what it said.

"Do you recognise this boy?"

Coran faintly answered "yes"

"a global phenomenon, meteor boy, or miracle boy, is an amnesiac teenager who was found on the outskirts of New York City and has been able to remember nothing since. If you have any knowledge on who he may be, contact the number below."

"Amnesiac," Keith echoed. Pidge didn't miss how disappointed he sounded "he probably doesn't even remember us…" at that, Hunk felt his own heart wedge itself in his throat.

"but we have a point of contact!" Allura exclaimed as she eagerly repeated the slightly smudged number.

"But no phone, mobile or otherwise, or local currency for a payphone or anything…" Shiro sighed.

"Or a way to get to him…" Hunk added.

"But we've got more than we did a moment ago!" Coran insisted as they all fell to devising a travel plan.

A/NIs this a little short? Probably. Is it late? Undeniably. But does it exist? Absolutely. Season five came out and reminded me that I had to write more for this story so here we go. This is still all written on my phone so don't judge me too harshly on my typos please~We'reAllABitOdd