CTVF-008

Chapter 3

By Robin Gurl

Sven looked the boy over, the baby looked normal. He couldn't find any wounds or anything abnormal at first sight. On the boy's wrist was a metallic bracelet. He reached out and read what it said, "CTVF-08…?"

At the sound of his voice the baby started to cry and wail. Sven almost dropped his flashlight startled at the wail before he managed to compose himself and quickly pick up the child. He tried to rock him to stop him from crying. "Shh, please baby, don't cry. I won't hurt you." His voice seemed to fall on deaf ears at first until he hugged him close, then the child went quiet.

Letting out a sigh of relief, he looked around nervously hoping no one had heard the baby. It was eerily quiet. It was as if the base had been abandoned quickly, so quickly they had forgotten a child. Not that it surprised him, Zarcon wouldn't care about a human child.

The baby boy curled up in his arms falling asleep as Sven tried to figure out what to do. He sighed and looked down at the child. Maybe he could get him back to the Garrison and find his real parents. Zarcon must have stolen him from someone. Surely they were worried sick and looking for him.

"Alright, baby, it looks like you're coming with me." He said out loud. "Just stay quiet if you want to get out of here.."

Romelle was pacing by their space ship worried. It was 30 minutes past their meeting time. Her mind was racing. Should she run back and check on him? Was he hurt? Did he hit his head? Did he run into trouble?

She didn't know why she was so worried… he was just a "crazy" man who rescued her when Lotor kidnapped her, escaped with her back to Polix and at the end of it all he had decided to stay with her. They were just friends… friends who exchanged romantic kisses, hugs and spoke..sweet..nothings. She shook her head to clear all of that. They were friends, JUST friends.

After all he was a flyer, a pilot for the Garrison. He belonged in Blue Lion and not stuck with her on Polix. He was not the most attractive man she'd ever met nor did his accent make her swoon every time he spoke to her. She was NOT attracted to him – at all.

She wrung her hands frustrated and twirled around ready to go help him in anyway she could when she saw him running towards her with something in his arms.

Her heart pounded quickly relieved that he was ok. He got closer and she froze her mind racing again. He was carrying a child?

"Romelle, I'm sorry. I was trying to get out without being seen. Are you alright?" He asked panting as he was finally able to stop sneaking around.

"Y-Yes, I'm alright..but Sven ..what ..who.. is that?" The blonde asked her voice showed how relieved she was that he was safe.

"Ah, um, I'm not quite sure. I found him in a crib back in a room on the side I explored. Along with notes of their experiments."

"I found a lot of things as well, documents on the Voltron Force including you. When we get back to Polix I'll show you." She explained reaching down to pick up the child and cradle him in her arms. Her hands were shaking as she did, she half expected it to melt like the other one had.

"Whoever he is, he is #8." Sven explained as they entered their ship. He started to program the navigation to head back to Polix. "What I don't understand is why did they abandon this entire base and leave evidence behind? It makes no sense, Romelle. I'm thankful he's not injured but why keep evidence alive?"

"Who knows why Zarcon does anything," She responded placing a hand on his arm smiling up at him reassuringly. "Just be glad that this little one wasn't a casualty. He has a chance to get back with his family."

His angry tense facial expressions relaxed when she touched his arm. He sighed nodding hanging his head. "You're right of course."