Disclaimer - I don't own Voltron: Legendary Defender. This is written for ONC 2022 and is written for prompt four. "You're hired as a temporary bodyguard/driver for a high-profile client visiting your city for a week. It is very important you make sure the client sticks to the itinerary you are given. Only when you arrive are you told the client's identity - a celebrity known for being wild and always getting into trouble!" This particular ONC entry to a swerve plot wise and ended up being 18 chapters when finished and 20-21k.

In for a Crazy Ride
It's a Job

"Can you take me and Hunk to the arcade?"

Rachel leaned against the refrigerator; an earbud jammed into each ear as her music blared on her personal device, her head bouncing slightly as she listened to her music. She could hear Lance yet didn't want to acknowledge what he'd just dared to ask. She wasn't in the mood for her antics.

"Hey!" Lance said louder, getting right next to her ear. "Did you hear me! I asked…"

"I heard you," Rachel said, her lips pushing together in frustration while her thumb slammed down on the pause button. She glared at her younger brother, who tried giving her the puppy dog eyes. "And the answer is no. You can walk to the arcade, as can Hunk's mouth twisted into a pout, his blue eyes now glaring at her. "What's the point of you getting a driver's license if you're not going to drive me to the places I want to go?"

Rachel felt the corner of her mouth twist. "To, you know, get a job. And I have one as a limo driver."

"But you're a girl," Lance protested. "Girls don't…."

She glared at him then, daring him to say he didn't think limo driving was a suitable job for a girl. He'd already crossed that line in front of their mother a few months ago, right after her eighteenth birthday, when she announced she'd gotten the job.

"Girls don't drive limos! They go to clubs in them!"

That, of course, didn't go over well, quite a few members muttering words in Spanish that Lance didn't understand while their poor grandmother asked why Rachel was going to a club before wondering if she could go and play bingo as well. Their mother followed up by grabbing Lance by the ear and taking him out of the room for a good talking to, which everyone could hear while Marco took a sip of his drink. " So, do we owe this to dad teaching you to drive so well, Rae? "

Lance took a deep breath. "I'll tell mom you're not taking me."

There was that glare and that threat of telling their mom to get his way. Rachel frowned at him. "It doesn't work anymore, remember? Because I have a job."

"Which won't last for more than a few months," Lance muttered.

"It has been a few months," Rachel sighed. "And you know very well I have to wait and see if I get a call to come into work, in case we have a special client." She removed the other earbud from her ear. "If you're so concerned with not having to walk, why don't you get your driver's license. You're sixteen, aren't you."

Lance's eyes went wide, his mouth forming a circle. He pointed at her and kept telling as if he thought what she said was unfair.

"What?" Rachel said, still hoping a call would come in.

"That's not fair! You know mom and dad won't let me!"

Rachel stared, then remembered. "Oh. Oh yeah. I'd forgotten."

"It's so not fair that you and everybody else got to learn to drive," Lance muttered, his arms folding across his chest. "And none of you will teach me either."

"Because mom and dad have banned you from learning to drive," Rachel pushed her lips together. "Has he really forgotten the reason?"

"For no good reason!" Lance protested, throwing his hands into the air in protest, his mouth pushing together as he went into dramatic mode.

"No reason," Rachel felt a slight twitch in her cheek. "Lance, have you ever been successful at that pilot simulator you do up at that school of yours? The garrison?

"I'm a good pilot!" Lance pouted.

"That didn't answer the question," Rachel sighed. "And I just need to ask Veronica if you have." The answer from their older sister, who worked at the garrison, would be a resounding no; Lance was constantly crashing in the simulators. And he'd crashed the tractor—more than once. Their parents weren't about to let him drive any time soon.

"Which is why you need to drive me!" Lance said, sure his logic was quite sound regarding the matter.

It wasn't.

Thankfully, a call came through, the ring tone indicating it was her boss. She could use the extra money towards college while also using a chance to get away from Lance, who would hound her until she gave in. "Hello?"

"Hey, Rachel. Are you available for a job? We've got a new VIP client in town."

"Yes, I'm available for a job."

"No, she's not!" Lance tried saying into her phone.

Rachel pushed him away. "Don't listen to my younger brother. He just wants me not to take the job in hopes I'll take him to the arcade."

"That's a fun age to be at," her boss chuckled.

"He just turned sixteen this summer."

"Oh. So, you want to get away?"

"Definitely."

"Good. Good. Get your butt over here so I can give you the details. It will be good money, more than the usual."

Rachel frowned, knowing more money than usual meant a possible headache on her hands, yet she brushed it aside, wanting to get away from Lance, who was now pouting, probably thinking of a way to get her to decline the offer. "There's absolutely no way I'm declining this job, Lance, so think again." She took a deep breath. "And yeah. I'll grab my uniform…." She paused. "Touch my uniform, and madre will kill you, so don't even think it."

Lance froze, the horror of getting on their mother's bad side getting to him, but then—she'd always been able to put him in his place. Veronica as well. Rachel simply couldn't, not with two years between them in age on top of being a girl. Lance was—Lance. She watched him slink away, a guilty look on her face.

She headed to her room, pausing when she saw Lance, holding her uniform out to her, giving her the puppy dog eyes. "Sorry?"

Rachel took the uniform from him. "You'd get in a lot less trouble with madre if you didn't do such childish things. Actually, you wouldn't be stuck at the kids' table either."

Lance brightened. "Hey. Do you think they'd let me learn how to drive if I behave?"

Rachel frowned, unsure given his record with crashing the simulator at the garrison and the tractor incidents. "You do know that means your grades as well, right?"

Lance's eyes widened. "Yeah, but…"

"It would make both padre and madre happy," Rachel said.

"Oh! I can do that." Lance hurried off to study rather than going to the academy, though Rachel didn't know how long it would be until her younger brother grew bored of studying, something he'd never have patience for. His distraction let her slip out of the house.

And at that moment, she realized she managed to get Lance to do something for once, though she didn't think she'd have such luck again.