When Lance sticks his foot in his mouth, he drags his friends into a baby sitting nightmare.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Voltron. I'm only borrowing them and will return them with very few added miles, freshly washed and waxed.
Lance grinned at his friend Becka as she struggled to stop her two year old sister, Jenna, from pulling down a stack of text books. "You're doing it all wrong." Becka glared at him and demanded, "Do you think you could do better?"
I know that I can."
Want to make a bet on that?"
"Sure. What do you want?"
"If I win, you'll have to wash my car for a month, everyday, in a speedo."
"And if I win?"
"I'll wash my car for a month, everyday, in a string bikini."
"Deal. So, when do I start?" There was a loud crash behind them. Turning to look, Lance and Becka saw that Jenna had pulled down a stack of books five times her size. Becka turned and with a grin said, "You can start tomorrow. I have to go out of town and visit my aunt. I'll drop her off at your dorm room and you can use my apartment."
"Fine with me." The next morning at 8:00am, Lance awoke to hear a little girl screaming at the top of her lungs. Across the hall, Keith awoke and grumbled, "I hope I'm hearing things." There was a knock at the door. Lance then remembered the bet and jumped out of bed and quickly dressed. He then ran to the door and found Becka and Jenna waiting for him. Without a word, Becka walked in, pulling the screaming two year old behind her. She pointed to the Television and released her sister's hand. Jenna instantly ran to it and started toying with it. Becka handed Lance the huge bag that was on her shoulder and said, "Everything's in here. Diapers, her story books, and a few extra things. The number is in here and a list of things to do just in case something happens. There's a list of foods that she will eat and won't even look at. Have fun." She then left, laughing loudly. Lance turned and looked at Jenna, who was staring at a cartoon that she had found. "Okay, time for breakfast."
"NO WANT IT! NO WANT B'EAKFAST!"
"Okay...What do you want?"
"ICE C'EAM!" Lance dropped the bag on a chair and searched through it for the lists that Becka had mentioned. Instead of a simple list, he found two 5 subject notebooks. One was labled, "Just In Case." The other was labled, "FOOD." Lance opened the "Just In Case" and looked up "Breakfast." The notes there didn't give him much hope. "Breakfast is NOT her favorite time of day. This is because it would mean having to leave the TV and eat. Never tell her that it's time for breakfast. It leads to a screaming fit and the demand for ice cream. To avoid this, offer her a 'morning snack' and give her an apple cut up CAREFULLY. Cut the apple in half and the cut each half three times. She won't eat it unless this is done." Lance looked up at the two year old and then went and knocked on Keith's door. After a moment, Keith walked out after throwing something on and was now glaring at Lance. "Why is Jenna here?"
"It's a funny thing. I made a bet with Becka and now we..."
"What do you mean 'we'?"
"I can't do this alone."
"So you want to drag me into it?"
"Just for one day. I promise."
"Okay, fine... What's wrong?"
"We're out of apples."
"We never had any."
"Okay. So what do we give her for..." Lance checked to see if Jenna could hear him. "For breakfast." A shrill scream told him that she had heard. Keith glared at Lance for several seconds and then said, "I'll get some. Stay here with her. Don't give into her demands." Lance turned and looked at the two year old as she began screaming for no reason. Worried about waking anyone else, Lance thought that letting her have one thing wouldn't be much trouble
Half an hour later, Keith returned with a bag of apples. Opening the door, he stared at the mess that was waiting for him. Jenna had managed to spill what looked like a pink substance all over the floor. The trail led down the hall and through one door. 'Not my room... Anywhere but my room.' Keith tossed the bag to a chair and followed the pink trail. Opening the door, it was all he could do not to try and find Lance in order to murder him. Curled up on the bed was Jenna, in one hand was a bowl that had strawberry ice cream, or what was left of it, inside. The rest of the ice cream was on the bed with a large amount leading to the bed from the floor. Keith moved silently, trying not to wake up the toddler. On his desk was a box of chocolates that had melted onto a stack of paper. Keith picked up the box and saw that the mess was on a two hundred page report that had taken weeks to finish. Another 'victim' to the two year old was another report that was due the next day. This one was two hundred twenty pages. Keith examined the mess and shrugged. "At least she didn't ruin the..." he stopped and stared at the stack of disks that had a toy sitting on them. Picking up the toy, Keith closed his eyes and counted to ten in every single language that he knew. On the bottom of the toy was a magnet. Dropping the toy, he nodded once and turned and left the room. A quick search revealed Lance sound asleep on the couch. Keith went into the kitchen and filled a glass with cold water. He then went back to Lance and dumped the water on him. Lance jumped up and looked around quickly. When he saw Keith, Lance gave a slight smile and said, "For a minute I thought I was in trouble."
"You are."
"Why? What's wrong?" Keith pointed to the pink trail. With his eyes, Lance followed it and groaned. "All I gave her was what she wanted."
"And what was that?"
"A chair."
"What?"
"She wanted a chair." Lance then understood what had happened. Mentally he replayed the events up until he fell asleep. Jenna had been pushing the chair around until she knew Lance was asleep. Then she pushed the chair into the kitchen and climbed up on it and reached into the freezer and pulled out the ice cream that her sister had left one day she had been there to study. Jenna had found the bowls and a spoon and dished out enough ice cream for two people. She then started eating it on the go. Lance tried not to panic while asking, "Did she wreck anything?"
"Not much, except for four hundred twenty pages of work, and every single disk I own."
"Oh no."
"Now what?"
"Look, Becka will be back tonight. We'll just take Jenna home and stay there with her. That way, she can't wreck anything else here."
"Good idea."
That night, Lance grew worried when Becka had not yet returned. He was about to panic when the phone rang. Picking it up, Lance was not prepared for what Becka had to say. "My aunt is sick, and I can't come back yet. I'll try to be there by next week. I'm sorry. Gotta go. Tell Jenna that I love her." Becka then hung up. Lance stared at the phone for several seconds before hanging up also.
