B1A5 panted as he brought the ship around to the dark side of the moon. Frok clutching his shoulder.

"You alright?"

"Just bruised."

"Good, that other ship is really something," B1 sneered, "but they're not allowed to land, sooo, any ideas on how to stop them?"

"Ask nicely?"

Lance blinked and stared at his partner. The fangs tilted slightly outward as the Hogro grinned.

"You are so strange," B1 muttered coming out from behind the moon and right into the path of the on coming ship.

()

Hunk stood in the middle of the lab, his face covered in a purple gel. Lance stood in front of him, holding the bottle of the catalyst. He'd only been supposed to add tree drop, but had accidently put in more.

Lance laughed, and then stopped, covering his mouth. Wide eyed he blinked at Hunk who had also started to laugh, wiping away the gel, which only made his hair stand up.

After that Lance couldn't hold it in anymore. He laughed so hard tears filled the corners of his eyes. The teacher was less than pleased at the disturbance and after Lance had been un able to stop laughing, she had sent them both down to the office.

Lance and Hunk stood in front of Iverson desk, snickering uncontrollably. Iverson watched both boys and marveled at the Cadet Garret. He hadn't seen Lance laughing like that since his first year of training. So, he put on his commander shoes, reprimanded them, gave them extra work, and sent them back to class.

Which only made Lance laugh harder.

So Iverson bodily kicked them both out of his office. He couldn't have them see how much he also wanted to laugh.

()

At the end of the year, Lance was a cargo pilot.

"I'm so sorry, Lance," Hunk said, though he had no idea how happy his roommate was. But Lance pretended to be 'not bothered' and make it seem like he was disappointed. Then he snuck to Iverson office.

"I'm a cargo pilot!"

Iverson grinned, "Yes, you are a cargo pilot. I almost still made you a fighter pilot, but there you have it. Happy birthday."

"Since Kogane is going to be in a different class-"

"You two will still share classes to a point," Iverson said, "You're repots on that matter are lacking. I thought I said you should try and be his friend."

"Have you tried being friends with a brick wall?"

"…."

"Its easier," Lance said, "than becoming friends with a guy who can't even pretend to NOT be a wet blanket."

"You know the same was said about you?"

"Who said that, I'll shank them!"

"Point is I thought you two were similar and you two would get along. Now I see you both are TOO similar to get along."

"Wow, Boss," Lance grumbled, "Tell me how you really feel about me."

"I'm proud that you're improved so much," Iverson said, "but you still have a long way to go."

"How long?"

"18 years old long."

"whaaaaaat?!"

"Hey, I've reduced the punishment to cargo pilot, be happy with what you get…or would you like to be a fighter pilot?"

"Thank you sir!"

Iverson laughed and Lance scowled.

()

B1A5 stormed into Iverson office one Saturday. His boss was holding an ice pack against his eye.

"What's this about my mission being passed on to an A3?!"

"Kogane was expelled."

"WHY?! Didn't the agency accept him here because it was easier to keep an eye on him?!"

"Its still your mission," Iverson sighed, "On the weekends you are to observe his home and make sure he's not contacting any one out side our atmosphere, got it?"

"Have you not read the last twenty reports?" B1 snapped, "I am more than sure that he has no idea he's half alien. If he knew he wouldn't be that attached to Instructor Shirogone."

"You don't know that."

"I've been in class with him for almost four years! How can I NOT know that?! Are those A3's words or the councils, because I know you're not that small-sighted!"

Iverson stood, "Enough. Kogane is gone and you are moving up to fighter class."

Lance's jaw dropped, "BUT YOU SAID-"

"This wasn't me or the council, believe it or not, this is from the board of education. Out of all the cadets that can be moved up, your name was top of the list."

"But…I worked so hard…."

"So did I," Iverson sighed, "I tried to tell them you weren't a team player, but then your teachers contradicted me. Said you've worked well with Garret on all your assignments."

"…but….Hunk doesn't count…"

Iverson barked out a laugh, "Apparently it counted more than you gave it credit. But I'll be kind, because you have worked hard. I'll only give you two team mates, and one of them will be Garret, does that take the sting away a little."

Lances face twisted and he shook his head.

"But A3 is taking over? Do they have to? Do they have to know everything? I did my job I don't like it when someone comes in and messes everything up!"

"Its an observation mission," Iverson scoffed, "Its not like there's room to mess anything up."

"They could misunderstand something, and request action be taken," Lance said firmly, "I don't trust A3A1 to not take charge without discussing anything with me first. Keith is a pain and I know that better than anyone!"

"Oh, he's not the only pain," Iverson said and Lance scowled further.

"Not funny, Boss, I'm being serious here. Make it so he can't do anything unless I ok it!"

"What about me?"

"No, I know the mission, not you, not anyone. Unless A3A1 talks to me DIRECTLY, I don't want him requesting action, or back up, or even night vision goggles without my say so!"

Iverson sighed, "I understand you're angry about this, but taking it out on A3A1 is not going to do you any favors."

"I'm not after favors, Iverson," Lance growled, "I'm after control. Because I apparently don't have any. I started as my trainers puppet, and now I'm finding I'm the agencies as well. I will not be jerked around like this anymore. If they still want a B Section, then they better start complying to MY wishes. Go ahead and fire me! If they fire me, there will never be another B1! I'll do as I'm told, but then I get to lay down my rules, am I clear?!"

Iverson stood, "Watch your tone, agent."

"Agent or cadet? I tend to get a little confused these days," Lance sneered.

"Agent B1A5!" Iverson roared, "Your grievances have been heard and I will take them to the council, however, from this moment on you are Fighter class, your weekend missions will be observations and you will keep your communicator on at all times in case I call you, do you understand me?!"

"Yes Sir," Lance said, saluted, and left the office.

()

"I hate Keith…" Lance growled into his text book. Hunk looked down at him with sympathy. Lance had just been given third degree by their physics teacher where she stated quite plainly that Lance was not welcome in that area of study, unlike some other unmentionable former cadet.

What Hunk didn't know was that Lance hated him because he existed in the first place. If Keith hadn't been born, then Lance never would have had to join the garrison and he'd be happily working for the agency with no problems. Then Keith left and made his already complicated life unbearable! Now he received reports almost daily from A3A1 and he couldn't stand it.

"I can help you, if you want," Hunk said for the hundredth time. By now he was more pleading than asking.

"You can't help me," Lance said and winced as it came out as a whine and then thought it was a good cover, so he kept it up, "I'm beyond help. Help is for those that can be helped, and I've fallen too far into the abyss!"

Hunk laughed, "Its just physics! Think of it as a logic puzzle!"

()

"I don't believe this," Harvy muttered as he looked out to the familiar star system, "All that way in one jump."

"You got all that way in one jump," Lance said, but Harvy shook his head.

"Not quite. We almost got to the end of the galaxy, and when we left it, that's when we were picked up by the Galra that serves the Witch person. Then we lost track of time. We have no idea how long we've been away."

"We're about to find out," Lance said, "Jackson looked nervous when he left."

"He's a smart kid."

"Yes he is," Lance nodded, "So don't ruin that, ok?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just sayin'," Lance sang as he turned away form the window, "raising a kid like that is going to be hard. You don't want to crush his potential, but you do want to curb the curiosity to a manageable amount. Like pruning a bonsai…"

Lance cackled as he left the room. Harvy rolled his eyes.

()

"No one flew off the planet," Shey said happily as they contacted the ship, "Everything is ready to go!"

"We're sending the coordinates to you now," Shiro said, "go quickly."

"As fast as we can," Shey nodded and the feed cut.

Shiro then turned to Harvy, "get us home. Voltron, to your lions!"

"See ya later, Har-veee," Lance sang as they left the bridge.

"Oh I hate that kid so much," Harvy sighed and Shiro laughed.