Hey guys! Sorry for not updating in a while! I've been really busy with school and work, so writing doesn't get room sometimes. And note, a rosary is a chain of prayer beads used by Catholics to pray. Please comment down below! Chapter 3 might take a little while, because I cannot decide which way to take this. 3

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"Then with Queen Allura and King Lotor working together completely in the end, we were finally able to get it under control. So really all we are doing is chasing some people back that want to continue Zarcons reign of terror. And the rebuilding of course. Lots of rebuilding."

It had been about a half hour, with Lance doing the main explaining and Keith adding some things here and there. Rosa sat, always captivated by their stories. Lance's mother sat bewildered, almost not believing the tale.

"But it does look like the war is almost completely over. Then we'll be able to visit again."

Lance's mother was about to speak when the phone rang. She quickly got up to answer it. After a minute or two, she came back and sat down. "That was Luis, and then Veronica. They'll be able to come tomorrow. So it'll just be Marco and your father for Cena."

"Isn't he graduating high school soon?"

She nodded. "Si, he's grown up so fast while you've been gone. They'll both be here shortly." She looked over at Keith. "Why don't you have him introduce himself?"

Keith glanced at Lance nervously and slowly got up and shook her hand. "My name is Keith. I met Lance at the Garrison, but we really didn't know each other until we got hauled off into space in a giant lion."

Lance's mother smiled. "It's lovely to meet you. Now, are you friends or?"

Lance turned red. "So, there is something I figured out right before I left for the Garrison that I didn't exactly tell you-"

She cut him off. "I already know your bisexual or whatever it's called." Looking at Lance's face filled with confusion she brushed it away. "I'm not an idiot. Plus, you realize they gave me all of your things from the Garrison, right? Even that diary you kept."

"...please tell me you got rid of it."

She chuckled. "Oh no, I still have it. But do go on."

He snapped back into it. "Oh! Right! So, about four years ago, Keith and I started dating. It was kind of just a mutual pining that everyone knew about until some friends pushed us together. It was going well for about two years, I mean, it was hard because Keith was in a special fighting group that called him on long missions a lot. But we made it through. Until something.. unfortunate happened.." Lance dimmed a little. "I was in a pretty bad fight and got captured. I escaped but on my way back I was greeted by more Galran forces. I was half dead when Keith found me and brought me back for medical treatment. I was in a seduced coma for about three weeks. When I woke up, Keith was there, and asked me to marry him."

Lance's mom lit up. "I'm so happy Lance! I'm so proud of you! I wish I could've seen the wedding."

Someone opened the door, and footsteps followed down the hall to the living room.

A boy, looking about roughly seventeen in age, came into the room. He looked a lot like Lance, but less buff and a different nose. He was rather lanky and wore a bag around his person. He came in looking at his phone and didn't even notice the other three people in the room.

"Hola Mama. How was your day?"

Lance stood up and walked towards the boy.

"Hey, Marco."

Marco, without even looking up, dropped his phone. He slowly raised his head and made eye contact with Lance. He dropped it quickly. Marco turned his attention to his mother.

"Mom, can you go get dinner started?"

She got up and nodded. "Sure, I'll leave you two alone. Wait, four of you alone. Hey Rosa, Keith, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?"

"More than happy to."

Marco and Lance were all alone in the room.

"Where did you go."

"Space."

"Where in space?"

"Most of the known and parts of the unknown universe. Listen, can I at least explain what happened? It's a long story."

Macro hesitated but regardless sat down on the couch across. After listening to Lance for about thirty minutes, their Mom called them to dinner. Marco didn't look at Lance, and walked past him into the dining room.

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They all sat down to dinner, a lovely meal of spaghetti and meatballs. Nobody said a word for the longest time, not knowing what to say.

Until Marco broke the silence.

"How do we know you didn't just fake your death and go get high somewhere?"

"Marco, not now.."

Marco put down his fork. "No, now's the best time mom." He looked back at Lance. "I don't believe you. These things you talk about are impossible! You're a liar just like you've always been. Or you're just some imposter the Garrison sent to shut us up."

Lance's face stayed emotionless, his eyes staring deep into his brothers. Everyone at the table fell silent. Keith started to get angry, seeing how hurt Lance was by Marcos words, but before he could say anything to defend him, Lance spoke.

"How can I prove it you, Marco? That I'm Lance? What do I have to do? I'm sorry, okay? I'm not blaming it on anything. I chose to stay and fight. I could've come home. I did what I thought was right."

Marco was still in disbelief. "If you are Lance, Abuela would've been disappointed in you."

This invoked a reaction out of Lance. Eyes brimming with tears, he silently got up from the table and walked out the door.

Rosa looked at Keith in panic. He nodded silently, and Rosa ran after Lance.

Keith looked around the table, everyone still silent. He decided to speak out before he exploded with anger.

"Now I understand that to you, I'm new to this situation. But what the hell was that? That's your brother! That's your son! Even if you don't fully believe it's him, wouldn't you want him to be alive so much that you give this guy a shot? You two are parents! You know that's your son! That kid dreamed for six years to see you guys again, and even though it hurt him, he stayed and fought to protect the whole damn universe. He's saved my life and others countless times, and gotten so close to death they're probably friends at this point. He-"

Keith was cut off when he saw Rosa walk into the room, worry filling her face.

"I can't find Papa."

Keith pushed back his chair and sprinted outside. But when he looked around the yard and the surrounding street, his heart dropped. Lance was gone. The hoverbike stayed at the end of the driveway. Rosa grabbed at Keith's pant leg, snapping him back into reality.

"I'm going after him. I'll find somewhere for Rosa. You guys get your act together because knowing him he'll want to come back." He sighed. "You want me to do a quick DNA test or something? Cause that needs to stop before I get him over here."

Lance's mother looked at the ground and shook her head. "No, we all know he's ours. And we apologize for being so mad, it's just hard to accept after so long. But how will you find him?"

"Well, there's a couple of places he could be, he talked about some places here a lot, but if I need to, I have a tracking device on him." Keith hesitated, looking at Rosa. "I can't leave her here, she's not a trusting person."

Lance's mother nodded. "I understand. Please have Lance come back. We need to speak with him again." She glared at Marco. "Calmer this time."

Marco crossed his arms in disdain, but Keith ignored him for the moment. "He'll probably have calmed down by then, but I would hope Marco would apologize for such a rude statement. I've heard your abuela meant a lot to you all, and Lance never stopped talking about her."

He hopped on the motorbike, and Rosa climbed on the back. The two drove off into the distance to find Lance.

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Lances eyes filled again with tears when he saw it.

He had run a couple blocks down the street. His family had a plot in the cemetery in town and for generations, that's where everyone was buried. But the newest grave, to Lance, never belonged there. It wasn't his first time seeing the headstone, but every time felt like it. He read the inscription.

Alma Espinosa

1980-2059

Beloved Mother and Grandmother

He took his old, worn rosary out of his pocket, the same one she had given him for his Confirmation.

"I believe in one God, the Father Almighty; Maker of heaven and Earth.."

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As Keith drove down the street on the bike, he realized he didn't have a clue where any of these places were. He sighed and pulled out his phone, and opened the application that tracked all allies and Voltron teammates. He clicked on his favorites list and then again on Lance's name.

Two blocks up the road and to the right. Got it.

After he had followed the directions the application had given him, he arrived at a large and rather old cemetery. Keith sighed and pulled into the lot.

When Keith turned the next corner of the cemetery, he found him. Lance was on his knees, rosary in hand, just speaking to the gravestone in front of him. He silently got off his bike and walked to the beginning of the row he was at. Knowing better than to disturb him during prayer, he stood and waited patiently. But Lance was a louder person, and between his prayers, he was talking. Almost like a normal conversation, to some unknown figure in front of him. And as knowing that Keith was there, Lance patted the ground beside him. He walked towards him and kneeled in front of the headstone next to him. He read the inscription. And realized quickly why Lance was there. Lance moved past another bead and then broke the silence.

""Aprender a dudar es aprender a pensar." That's what she always used to tell us. Never called us weak for running. Mi abuela always believed in us. She believes in me." Lance smiled. "You know she's the one who gave me the signature to apply for the garrison? My parents told me, no, but she knew that it was my dream. Mi destino, as she used to say. I only told her that I was She told me to talk to her after she was gone, because heaven would feel so quiet without my loud mouth. I got pretty upset at first back there, but then I realized I did everything she wanted out of me."

Keith decided to speak. "This is cliche, but I know she would've been proud of you Lance."

Lance stood up. "I realized that she at least wasn't mad at me."

"Why do you say that?"

Lance looked down at her grave. "You think she would've let me live? I know she's been watching out for me up there, and if she was mad, she would've let me die and chase me with a broom in heaven for all eternity. Or maybe it was just my rosary fending her off."

Keith got up and took Lance's hand. "You want to go back? Your parents are cool, but Marco is far from it."

Lance sighed. "Yes. I owe him more answers. It's a lot more complicated than it seems."