VOLTRON: Five guys, one baby Academy Years

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 paced, worried about how Keith was going react to the news that Becka would be gone for a week. The doorbell rang and he practically flew to the door. Outside, Pidge, Hunk and Sven were waiting. Hunk was carrying eight boxes of pizza with two six packs of cola on top. Pidge had four more pizzas and Sven was carrying four movie rentals. Pidge walked in first and said, "We're here to help you celebrate winning the bet."

"How did you hear about that?"

"Almost everyone knows. Well...Everyone that Jenna woke up this morning."

"I've got some bad news. The bet's not over."

"Why?" Pidge looked at Hunk and Sven as they entered, neither daring to say a word. Lance sighed and grabbed a box of pizza. He dropped it on the table and grabbed a soda from Hunk. He then explained about Becka's aunt. He then looked at his friends and asked, "Is there any way I could talk you into staying?" He quickly added, "Keith wouldn't inflict bodily harm in front of witnesses." After a long moment, all three nodded, agreeing to help.

"WE'RE WHAT!" Keith stared and tried to relax. Lance repeated what he had just said and hid behind Hunk. Keith took a deep breath and asked, "Open or closed?"

"What?"

"Your coffin during your funeral, my friend. I need to know because I'm going to kill you." Lance backed away and said, "It's just a few extra days. What harm can a two-year old do? She's out numbered."

The next day, Lance awoke on the living room couch to find Jenna perched on him. In one chubby fist was a tube of dark red lipstick. Eyeing the lipstick, Lance asked Jenna, "Where did you get that?"

"Becka's room."

"Why?"

"Wanna make you p'etty." Jenna then got up and ran away, demanding ice cream. Lance stood and went into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. There were dark red lines, circles, and shapes that he couldn't recognize on his face. Lance inhaled sharply and went into the kitchen to rant and rave toward Pidge. He was supposed to be watching Jenna. Instead, he found Keith asleep at the table with Jenna hovering over him in a chair, using a tube of hot pink lipstick to draw on the left side of his face. Lance rushed over and picked Jenna up. The two year old screamed once and started throwing a temper tantrum. Keith sat up and looked at them, trying to focus on what was going on. Lance rushed out with the toddler. Keith followed them and stopped at the hall mirror. He stared for several seconds and then yelled, "LANCE, YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" Pidge, Hunk and Sven awoke to the noise and came to investigate. Jenna was on the sofa, watching two of her baby sitters. Lance was attempting to move to the front door and stay well out of Keith's range. Hunk asked them, "What's going on?"

"Not much, except the fact that Lance only has about five minutes to live." Sven saw what Jenna had done to both of them and asked, "Who did that?"

"Jenna. A certain someone fell asleep and let her get her hands on lipstick." Pidge blushed and said, "I was supposed to have been watching her last night." Keith turned to glare at him and then noticed the time. "I'm going to be late for class!" He then raced to scrub the lipstick off and get ready to go. Lance quickly asked, "Who's going to pick Jenna up today from day care?" Four voices shouted at the same time, "YOU ARE!" Lance turned toward Jenna who was now giggling and chewing on the lipstick. Lance asked her, "Are you enjoying this?"

"Yes."

That afternoon at the day care, Jenna was covered head to toe in purple paint. Lance mentally cried and asked the teacher, "What happened?"

"I don't know. One minute she was playing outside, the next, she's purple." Lance sighed and asked, "Was anything destroyed?"

"Nothing that I could find. I'm sure she didn't mean it." Lance nodded and carefully led Jenna over to the red Mustang that he borrowed from Keith to pick Jenna up in. Keith gave Lance fair warning. If there was even a tiny scratch on the car, there would be no scientific way to pay back the debt. Lance promised to being the car back in perfect condition. Now he had to think of a way to keep the promise.

Keith stared at the car. The upholstery had splotches of purple on it. There were purple smudges on the outside as well. Turning to glare at Lance, Keith asked him, "What happened?"

"She dumped paint all over herself today. I didn't know until I got there."

"And how did she do that?" He pointed at the car. Lance tried to shrug. He knew exactly what had happened, but didn't want to say a word. Keith walked away, grumbling about how Fate was out to get him. Lance looked down at the still purple toddler and asked, "Did your sister tell you to drive me insane?"

"No."

"Okay, I guess we should give you a bath." Jenna then ran into the apartment, screaming at the top of her lungs. Lance followed her, wishing that he had never made the bet at all.