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Once again, I do not own Voltron, I'm just having a little fun.  Thank you for all your reviews, they are greatly appreciated.

Enjoy,

Failte

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            "Don't be so difficult, your highness!  I will not have you flying all the way to Terra, spending two weeks with the Captain's family, with only one gown."

            Allura looked at her Nanny.  Her black hair streaked with grey.  Wrinkles creased her once smooth, round face.  Her hands weren't as steady as they had once been.

            "Nanny, we are taking a vacation.  Things are different on Terra, women do not walk around in gowns.  I don't even need to take the one."

            Nanny stood in the middle of the Queen's bed chamber, hands on her hips.  Keith had packed two suitcases and was ready to go.  Allura was working on her second trunk. 

            "You are representing your planet.  You are royalty.  You will dress as royalty."  Nanny pulled out a long, pink gown.

            Allura sighed, "Fine, Nanny, whatever you like."

            That evening, Keith walked into their room and watched as Allura packed her trunks.

            "I thought you and Nanny packed earlier."

            "We did.  Now I'm packing what I actually want to take."  Allura explained as she took out the pink gown and replaced it with a pair of jeans and a sweater.

            Keith held up the gown, "I think you'll be a little over dressed in this."

            "I know, Nanny packed all my gowns."

            "She does know you're a grown woman with a family of your own, right?"

            Allura looked up at him, "She's an old woman, Keith, we're all she has.  If she wants to fuss over us a little, let her."

            Keith eyed the two open trunks. "You realize, don't you, we're only going to be there two weeks."

            "Yes and I need to be prepared."

            "Are you packing Cady's things in here too?"

            "No."  Allura folded a plain black skirt.  "We packed her bags earlier.  Don't worry, I'm condensing it all into one trunk.  Well, I'm trying to."

            Keith sat on the edge of the bed, "Who is going to carry all this off the ship and then into the house?"

            Allura smiled, set down the skirt and crossed to Keith.  She straddled his legs and sat on his lap, facing him.  "I think my big, strong, smart husband will find a way."

            He put his hands on her hips, "You know this is a vacation for me too."

            She put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him onto his back, "I think I can make it worth your while."

            "Oh?"  He slid his hands under the green sweater she wore.

            She very slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.  Keith moaned softly as Allura bent over and trailed small, warm kisses down his chest.  Her hands went to his waist and unsnapped his jeans.

            Allura groaned and rolled onto the bed when she heard Keith's communicator go off.  "You're leaving that here, aren't you?"

            "I'm thinking about it," he mumbled as he unclipped it from his belt.  "Yeah, what is it?"

            "Hey, Cap, just wanted to let you know I went over the ships and everything is a 'go' for your takeoff tomorrow morning."  Hunk declared.

            "Oh, thank you, Hunk."

            "No problem."

            "Was there anything else?"

            "Nope, everything looks good."

            "Alright, thanks Hunk.  Good night."

            "Good night, Keith."

            Allura took the communicator from Keith's hand, shut it off, snapped it shut, and slammed it into the drawer of the bedside table.

            "You know I need to have that on."

            "If it's an emergency, the alarms will go off."  Allura said as she took his hand and dragged him back on the bed.

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            Darcy stood in front of her open closet door with her hands on her hips and sighed.

            "You're stressing too much about this."  Lance said.

            She turned and looked at him.  He was stretched out on her bed, remote control in hand, flipping through the channels on her televiewer.

            "Are you done packing?"

            "I'll do it in the morning."

            Her mouth fell open, "Lance we're leaving at six in the morning."

            "It'll only take me five minutes."

            "We're going for two weeks."

            Lance shrugged, "Alright, ten minutes."

            Darcy sighed and rolled her eyes, "What are you wearing to the graduation?"

            "I don't know.  I'm taking a sports jacket and a couple of ties.  I'll figure it out when the time comes."

            "You mean you'll bug me to help you pick something out.  Or we'll end up going to the mall the night before, ten minutes before they close, and you'll make me pick something out for you."

            "Don't you love the feeling of being needed?"

            She smiled and shook her head, "How did you get this far without me?"

            "It was difficult.  I had to bug Allura a lot more often and my clothes never matched."

            "I think you just got lazy."

            "Whichever.  I'm just glad to have you now."

            "Other than graduation, will there be anything else I'll need to dress up for?"

            Lance shrugged, "I doubt it.  Our first night there my parents are going to have a big barbecue.  Other than the graduation and party afterwards, I don't think there are any other plans made.  I'll show you around town, take you to some of my old haunts.  We can take your parents out.  I thought maybe we should take both sets of parents out to dinner."

            "A dress up dinner?"

            Lance stood and walked over to her, "I don't know.  Pack a couple of dresses and some jeans, we'll decide when the time comes.  Calm down."

            "I'm calm."

            He smiled and took her hands, "You haven't stopped moving in three hours.  You're full of nervous energy."

            "No I'm not."

            "Yes you are."

            "I am not!"

            "Are too!"

            Darcy felt her shoulders slump.  She leaned forward and rested her forehead on his shoulder, "I'm allowed to be nervous.  I'm meeting your family."

            "And they'll love you."  He slid his arms around her.  "You're being silly."

            "I know I am, I can't help it.  This is important."

            He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, "Honey, do I have to remind you of how I met your parents?  Do they hate me?"

            "Well, you were able to charm my mother, but I think my father still wants to kick your ass."

            "I'll keep that in mind when I see them.  Are you almost done?"

            Darcy pulled back, "Just about."

            "Finish up and I think we can find away to get your mind off your nerves."  He winked at her.

            "Not tonight, dear, I have a headache."  She turned back to her closet.

            Lance came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.  "You know, we're about to go away for two weeks.  During those two weeks we will not be able to be together like this."

            "Uh huh."  She reached into the closet and pulled out a blouse.

            "You'll be staying in my sister's room and I'll be in my old room."
            "I know."

            "Two weeks, Darcy."

            "Yup."

            "You're doing this to torture me."

            "You got it."
            "You're mean."

            "Never said I wasn't."

            "I love you."
            "I know."

            Seeing that this was getting him nowhere, Lance pressed his lips to the back of her neck and slipped his hands under her sweatshirt.

            "Lance," she warned.

            "Hm?"

            Her heart started to beat faster and her knees weakened as his hands stroked her stomach, "I really need to finish packing."

            "I really need you," he whispered into her ear.

            "Lance, I'm serious."

            "So am I."

            Faster than Lance could react, Darcy grabbed his wrists, turned him around and had him pinned, face down on her bed.  She braceleted his wrists with her hands and placed a knee in the small of his back.

            "I said I need to finish packing."  She said.

            "This is so hot."  Lance mumbled into her comforter.

            Unable to contain her laughter, Darcy rolled over onto the bed beside him, "You need help."

            Lance propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at her, "But you're not nervous anymore, are you?"

            "You did that to get my mind off my nerves?"

            He smiled and nodded, "And if it got me a little action, I wasn't going to complain."
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            The next morning, Hunk, Pidge, Dante, Caleb, Koran, and Nanny went to the tarmac to see the travelers off.  Keith and Koran stood off to the side going over last minute details.  Terra was a twenty-eight hour trip away.  If anything were to happen, Keith needed to know immediately. 

            The transport ship was fitted with four bedchambers.  There was a main room, in the center of the ship, just behind the cockpit, that held the seats they needed to be strapped into for takeoff and landing.  Once they were safely in the air, they could unbuckle and turn the chairs to face each other.

            Sven and Lance were double checking the children's safety seats to make sure they were secured.  Darcy and Allura checked the bed chambers to make sure everything was loaded, while Romelle and Nanny carried Erik and Cady aboard.

            "I'm sure everything will be fine, Keith," Koran assured him.  "There have been no problems lately.  The warden of the Luna Prison reports to you once a week and if anything should happen, we can contact you directly."

            "I'll be in touch," Keith told him.  "I'll call as often as I can."

            Koran nodded.

            "You'll relax and have a little fun."  Allura appeared at his side.

            Hugs and handshakes were exchanged.

            "Have a safe trip, your highness."  Nanny pulled Allura into a tight hug.  "Be careful.  I've heard stories about Terra, it's a dangerous place."

            Keith smiled, "Don't worry, I'll take care of her."

            Hunk shook Lance's hand.  "Watch the throttle, she sometimes jumps."

            "Thanks for the warning, man.  I think we'll be alright."

            "Here," Pidge handed him a large basket.  "Nanny packed a few things for the trip."

            "A few things?  This thing weighs a ton."

            "It's a long trip."  Nanny said.

            "Alright gang, let's get a move on, we have quite a way to go."  Keith said, checking his watch.

            "I have bad feeling about this trip."  Nanny confided to Koran as they watched the ship take off.

            "She'll be fine, Nanny."  He assured her.  "She is safe with Keith.  What could possibly happen on Terra?"

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            Keith took the first shift as pilot, followed by Darcy, and then Lance.  This way they were able to complete the trip without stopping and still get rest.  It was 10:30 the following morning when Lance brought the ship down on the Garrison landing strip near the Academy.

            "It feels so good to step on solid ground again."  Allura whispered to Romelle as they stepped out onto the tarmac.

            "Tell me about it."

            "It wasn't that bad."  Keith said.

            "Have a little sympathy, we're not as used to long trips as you are."  She told him.

            Keith looked down at the little girl he carried, "We're going to have to make sure you're not as much of a wimp as your mommy is."

            Allura swatted at his arm, "Yeah, I want to see you rule a planet."

            "It feels good to be home again."  Darcy said as she and Lance exited the ship.

            "You miss it, huh?"  He asked.

            "Yeah, I do sometimes."  She admitted.

            "Lance!"

            They all turned and saw a woman race across the tarmac and throw herself into Lance's arms.

            "Hey Peanut, it's good to see you again!"

            "It's about time!  You're late."

            "Only about half an hour.  Don't whine, I just came over twenty-eight hours to see you."

            "And I'm so glad you made it."

            "Come on, Les, there are other people here."  Lance turned her to face his friends.  "You know Keith and Sven."

            Leslie threw her arms around Sven and hugged him tightly and turned to Keith.  "Ohmigod!  You really are a father!"  She grinned as she hugged Keith and Cady.  "You and Sven are dads!  I can't believe it."

            "It's good to see you too," Keith returned her hug.

            "Our little Leslie has grown up."  Sven teased.

            "Les, that's Cady and this is Allura, Keith's wife and Romelle and Erik, Sven's wife and son."

            Leslie looked at the two, nearly identical women.  Allura had her hair pulled back in a French braid that reached her waist and wore blue jeans and a short sleeved, navy blue sweater.  Romelle wore a pink sundress and had her hair pulled back in a simple ponytail.  She held Erik on her hip.  Neither woman fit the mental image Leslie had of a Queen.

            "I'm so glad you could both come.  This is so exciting, we're going to have so much fun."

            Allura smiled and returned her impulsive hug, "Thank you for inviting us."

            "It's great to meet you."  Romelle gave her a one armed hug as Erik patted Leslie's arm.

            "And this," Lance took Darcy's hand and pulled her forward, "is Darcy Barlow."

            The two women stared at each other.  Darcy took in the pretty, petite girl standing before her.  Leslie barely reached 5'3", with dark blonde hair, and had Lance's big brown eyes.  She wore the casual uniform all Academy cadets wore to classes and she was obviously sizing Darcy up.

            So this is the love of his life, Leslie thought looking Darcy up and down.  She certainly wasn't the fluffy, curvy, airheads Lance normally brought home.  Darcy wore a pair of khakis and a red blouse.  Her dark hair was pulled back, highlighting beautiful hazel eyes and high cheekbones. 

            "It's nice to meet you."  Leslie offered her a smile and her hand.

            "It's nice meeting you to."  Darcy took her hand and returned her smile.  "Congratulations on your graduation."

            "You graduated not to long ago, didn't you?"

            "About two and a half years ago."
            Leslie nodded, "I thought I remembered seeing you around campus."

            "Come on, Peanut," Lance said.  "We have to get Sven and Romelle on their plane in an hour and I think we could all use a shower and a change of clothes."

            "Of course, I'm sorry.  Come on.  Your luggage will be delivered to the house in about an hour, Lance.  Sven, just tell the cadet over there where your flight is leaving from and he can have your things taken to the plane.  His name is Kurth."

            Sven nodded and crossed over to the young cadet.

            "Peanut?"  Allura asked.

            Leslie rolled her eyes, "It's an old nickname.  Lance and Lawrence are the only ones who still call me that."

            "It's 'cause she's just a little Peanut."  Lance said as he patted her head.  "She wouldn't respond to Runt."

            Leslie swatted his hand away, "Whatever you say, Puddles."

            "Puddles?"  Darcy raised an eyebrow.

            "He didn't tell you about the bedwetting problem he had?  He finally got over it when he was seventeen."  Leslie stuck her tongue out at Lance.

            "Oh, you're going down!" 

            Leslie took off, with Lance at her heels.

            "Just like old times," Keith muttered.

            "The things I missed being an only child."  Allura muttered.

            They caught up with Lance and Leslie where they stood beside an old minivan.  Lance had picked Leslie up and swung her over his shoulder.

            "Admit you lied!"  He demanded.

            Leslie was laughing so hard she couldn't talk.

            Cady bounced in Keith's hands and squealed.

            "Exact your revenge later, Lance, we have to get Sven and Romelle to the airport."  Keith said.

            "Not until she admits she lied."

            Leslie developed the hiccups, "Put me down you big jerk before I throw up."

            Keith rolled his eyes, "Put her down, Lieutenant, that's an order."

            Grumbling, Lance set her on her feet.  "Give me the keys, I'm driving."

            It was a tight fit.  Lance drove with Leslie riding shotgun.  They transferred the child safety seats to the van.  Sven and Romelle sat on the short bench seat with Erik between them.  Cady was strapped into her seat in the back.  Keith and Darcy sat beside her with Allura sitting on Keith's lap.

            "Try not to crash into anything!"  Keith called from the back seat.

            Ignoring him, Lance turned up the radio.