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. But I did put that as a request in my letter to Santa.

In the living room, Lance was unable to stay awake for a moment longer. Jenna had been up half the night, screaming for no reason what so ever. Pidge had tried bribery, and it didn't work. Nothing that they could think of would calm the child. Lance groaned as Jenna had gained her second wind for what seemed like the one hundredth time. Keith stumbled from the guest room and glared at Lance as he asked, "Isn't she asleep yet?"

"No, I don't get it. Why is she still awake?" Keith looked at the time and groaned. It was four in the morning. Lance flipped through the notebook and tried not to say a word. He now knew the reason for why Jenna was screaming. Keith joined him and read what Becka had written. 'If Jenna goes into a screaming fit, it's because she's bored and hyper. Singing to her normally gets her to sleep. If you don't feel like singing, play a song for her. She loves Creed's song 'Weathered'. Put it on repeat and she'll be out like a light in no time. I just hope you can play a guitar, because in all honesty, that's what puts her to sleep.' Keith growled in anger, "Some on up there is laughing at me."

"Why? Can you play?"

"If you tell anyone and I do mean anyone about this, I will make you wish you never met me." Jenna stared at them as she continued to scream. Lance found the Creed CD and put it in. Jenna guessed at what was about to happen and stopped screaming. She ran to a hall closet and pulled out a fire red guitar and tried to drag an amp behind her. Lance picked it up and carried it for her. Once everything was set up, Lance started the CD. He and Jenna curled up on the couch and listened. Closing his eyes so not to notice them, Keith started. Lance was amazed at just how talented his best friend was. Jenna began to sing along with the CD. "I lie awake on a long, dark night

I can't seem to tame my mind

Slings and arrows are killing me inside

Maybe I can't accept the life that's mine

No I can't accept the life that's mine

Simple living is my desperate cry

Been trading love with indifference

yeah it suits me just fine

I try to hold on but I'm calloused to the bone

Maybe that's why I feel alone

Maybe that's why I feel so alone

Me.I'm rusted and weathered

Barely holding together

I'm covered with skin that peels and

it just won't heal

The sun shines and I can't avoid the light

I think I'm holding on to life too tight

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Sometimes I feel like giving up

Sometimes I feel like giving up

Me.I'm rusted and weathered

Barely holding together

I'm covered with skin that peels

and it just won't heal

The day reminds me of you

The night hides your truth

The earth is a voice

Speaking to you

Take all this pride

And leave it behind

Because one day it ends

One day we die

Believe what you will

That is your right

But I choose to win

So I choose to fight

To fight"

Lance noticed that as Jenna sang the word fight, she was fighting against a yawn. A few moments later, she was sound asleep. Lance moved carefully and covered Jenna with a blanket. He then walked off to the guest room.

At ten o'clock, Keith awoke. The guys had already left for classes, and Jenna was not in the apartment. Ready to commit murder, Keith saw a note on the amp. It was in Lance's handwriting: "Get some rest. Jenna's at day care. I'll pick her up today. Relax, I'll tell everyone that you're a little under the weather." Keith shrugged and fell asleep on the couch.