So I said the next chapter would take awhile. Whoops? The more I procrastinate, the more writing I get done. And since I got a test in every class the next two weeks, I guess we will see. Remember to comment so I know if ya'll enjoy it :D

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The bike pulled up to the house.

Lances mother was outside in the front, watering some plants. She heard the bike pull up and turned around. She smiled when she saw her son on the back of the bike.

"It's getting late, hurry inside before the mosquitoes get you!"

Lance laughed and walked inside, Rosa and Keith following close behind. His mother was standing near one of the doorways. "You guys can sleep in Lance's old room. I just changed the sheets and there's some blankets for all of you

"Thank you, Mama, we'll see you in the morning. Where did Marco go?"

"He went into his room. He's still upset."

Lance sighed. "I'll talk to him tomorrow. Goodnight Mama."

Lances mother nodded and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight Lance, and you two."

"Night Mama."

Lances room was a small and busy place. It seemed untouched since he had left it, except with some of his Garrison belongings in a box near the corner. It had a simple, chipping tan paint on the walls, and a bookcase on the wall above his bed. Across, another bunk bed laid, but without all the clutter of Lances side.

Keith sat down on the bunk bed. "I like your room. It's just as cluttered as you described."

Lance laughed. "Yeah, it'll never change." Lance spotted the top bunk and quickly got up on it. "I call top bunk!"

Smiling, Keith threw a pillow at Lance. "Idiot, it's your room."

Lance made himself comfortable on the bed. "Well yeah, but I was never alone in here. So I kinda just put all my stuff down there."

Keith laid down on the bed and looked up. He noticed something pinned up in the corner. Grabbing and examining it, he soon realized it was a picture. A picture of a very young Lance, maybe seven or eight, and an older guy, maybe in his mid-thirties. He got up and poked Lance on the top bunk. He held out the photo.

"What's this?"

Lance took the photo from him. His smile turned into a straight line as he examined it. He sighed. "That's my dad."

Keith raised an eyebrow. Lance hardly ever mentioned his father, and when he did it was very spiteful. "Why is his picture there?"

"I mean, I don't absolutely hate him. It's complicated. When he left, I had to be him. So I kept it up there kind of as a reminder."

"Are we going to visit him?"

Lance shrugged. "Yeah, we probably should. Plus Rosa should know her family, right?" He glanced across the room to find her already fast asleep.

Keith nodded. "Yeah. Now we should probably copy her. You got another long day tomorrow."

Lance kept the photo in his hand as he laid back down. "Yeah. Night Keith. Love Ya."

"Love you too ya knucklehead."

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Lance awoke early, at least early enough to be dark outside. He emerged from his room to hear some noise in the kitchen. He walked towards this and discovered his mother and Marco arguing silently. They didn't realize him standing in the doorway as they argued.

Marco was clearly frustrated. "Mama, he can't just waltz in like this!"

Lance's mother had her hands on her hips. "Do you know how long I've waited for him to come home? Even though I thought he was dead, I prayed he would come home! So hush up! He's staying!"

Marco turned to leave the kitchen in frustration and saw Lance standing in the doorway. Marco shoved past him and out the door of the house. Lance's mother soon saw him as well.

"Oh, Lance. Sorry about that"

Lance walked closer to her. "No, I understand. I feel bad for walking back into your lives like this. I'll try to talk to him later and apologize."

She smiled. "That's good. Now, look at you waking early! Now I might agree with Marco, you are not my son! Mine sleeps in until dinner!"

Lance laughed. "It appears I grew up a little. Speaking of which, when are Veronica and Luis coming?"

"Soon. They said around 8 am or 9 am, so about an hour and a half."

Lance looked at the clock. "That's not too long. Do you want help with breakfast?"

Lances mother nodded and handed him a pan. "I'd love that hijo."

...

As Lance, Keith, and Lance's mother were finishing up putting the dishes away when there was a knock on the door. Lance's mother walked past them to answer it. Lance went into the hallway and waited impatiently.

Lances mother opened the door. A female voice spoke out.

"Where is he?"

She stood aside and let the girl into the house. Lance stood at the end of the hallway, and his eyes filled with tears at the sight of his little, now grown up sister.

"Veronica!"

"Lance!"

They rushed towards each other, meeting in the middle with a hug. They held onto each other for the longest time, until another voice broke through.

"Hey, you better not of forgot about me!"

Lance broke apart and rushed to his brother. He looked at his now grown siblings with pride. "Luis, Veronica, look at you! Oh my god your adults! I missed you guys so much! I'm so sorry I was gone for so long."

Veronica tossed Lance's hair. "Hell, we're happy you're alive big brother. But you better of had a damn good reason to go skipping town on us."

Luis joined in. "Yeah, that's a story I would like to hear too."

Lance laughed. "Yeah, Yeah I know. But first, there's some people I want you guys to meet. They're pretty crucial to the story. Keith, Rosa!"

Keith and Rosa stepped out from the kitchen and stood near Lance. Rosa half hid behind Lance's leg towards the strangers. Lance went ahead and introduced him. "This is my husband, Keith, and our daughter, Rosa.

Veronica and Luis stood in shock but quickly snapped out of it. Veronica went and hugged Keith. "Welcome to the family! I'm glad Lance actually found someone, instead of flirting his life away." She turned to Rosa. "Hi, little one!" She looked at Lance. "How old is she?"

"She's six. We adopted her about three years ago. Rosa has had quite a rough life, so she's pretty shy around new people."

Luis stepped forward and shook Keith's hand. "It's nice to meet you. I'd say more, but my sister has taken the words right out of my mouth!" He turned to Lance. "But, let's go in the living room. I need to hear what happened. Two days ago, you were presumed dead."

...

After the whole story of Voltron and such, the two siblings sat in disbelief, quite like their mother did. Veronica was on the edge, but Luis was in complete denial.

"Lance, what really happened?"

"That is what really happened I swear! I can prove it too! Mom says you're studying engineering right? Almost have your degree?"

Luis nodded, raising an eyebrow.

"So you'd be able to tell me if any Earth technology made this, right?"

"Yeah, I know just about everything when it comes to machines."

Keith was about to intervene. "Lance theres a better way to-"

Lance lifted his right arm and touched his wrist with his other hand. A tiny little screen popped up with the touch of his fingerprint and showed some controls. After a couple of buttons and typing, Lance's once deep tan arm turned blue. The arm disconnected from him, and he was left with a stump instead. With one arm, he handed the prosthetic to Luis. Luis hesitantly took it and began to examine it.

"Wait, so this prosthetic fully regains use of the hand, and matches your skin tone?"

Lance nodded. "I told you guys. I was in space. Aliens and all that, they're real, and their really amazing.

Luis shook his head in defeat and handed him the prosthetic. "I'll be damned. There's nothing close to that type of technology. I mean, sort of, but they reconnect tissue and stuff. That's clean. I believe you. But I do want to see the lion." Lance quickly reattached his prosthetic, and the blue arm turned tan once more.

Marco emerged from the other room. "You're believing him? He abandoned us, waltzes back in here, shows you some robot toy, and your satisfied?"

Luis sighed. "Marco, no that's not it at all. I accepted he was gone a long time ago. This prosthetic proves he went another realm. I forgive him regardless because I know Lance. He loves us and fought hard as hell to get back. He lost an arm doing it! It's not his fault for dad. He couldn't have known!"

He left the room in a huff and slammed the door on his way out. Lance sighed and got up. "I'll talk to him. This is my fault. You guys talk about.. things." He ran outside to find Marco. Marco was about to walk off the property.

"Marco, wait!"

He stopped and turned around. "What the hell do you want?"

"I want you to listen to me."

Marco rushed back towards Lance and poked him accusingly in the chest. "I don't have to listen to a word you say. You abandoned us."

Lance grew frustrated. "Marco, what do you want me to do! I can't change the past! I'm sorry I left! It's not fair to you, I know! But I didn't go off and get high, I fought in a war! War Marco! I wasn't playing around, I fought to come home! What else do you want from me?"

Marco sat down on the step, already defeated. His walls crumbled down. "It's just... Lance, you said you'd be here for everything when dad left. When I was hiding under the bed, crying, you picked me up and told me that it was going to be okay. And that you would take care of us when Papa couldn't. I believe you. You picked up about every single odd job you could, trying to earn enough to help out Mama. And hell, you still kept amazing grades, cooked for us every night and day, you did everything while Mama tried to get a job, and when she did. But then you got that letter from the Garrison. And you told Luis he had to take care of us now. He did his damndest, but he wasn't you. I looked up to you. When they told us you were dead, I.. didn't handle it well. But I forgave you. For leaving us in more ways than one. Because you couldn't help if you were dead. But you're alive. And you chose to leave us."

"Marco.."

He raised his voice. "You chose to leave! It killed Mama! It killed me! Saving the freaking universe, I can't even get mad! Because you did what was right! But, while you were gone.. so much happened.. and you couldn't protect me from it."

Lance sighed and wiped away some of the tears forming in his eyes. "I'm... I'm so sorry. Believe me when I say that. And believe me when I say I prayed every single night for you. I hoped God would help protect you when I couldn't. But I'm sorry. I missed so much here, but I tried to get back. Get back the right way. I don't blame you for being mad at me. And I'm not asking you to forgive me."

Lance sat down on the step next to Marco. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was a picture of a very young Marco, Lance, Luis, and Veronica. Marco took it from him to examine it.

"I never forgot about you, Marco. I'm so sorry."

Marco turned and hugged his brother, burying his face in his chest. Lance hugged him back, and the two sat there until Lance broke their blissful silence.

The more Lance thought, the tighter he held Marco. When he spoke, his voice was deep and serious.

"What did he do?"

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The shit's hitting the fan now boys.