Part Three

"Wow, you guys did good. Like, really good - I mean not as good as me but I understand I'm like the only gourmand here - but this is actually not that bad."

"Hunk, just shut up and go back to eating."

"But I'm trying to compliment them!"

"Not 'them,' just him," Pidge corrected, jerking her fork over to Keith. "He just used his nose."

Lance's face contorted into a mess trying to hold back a smirk. Pidge had long ago predicted the lame puns or jokes he would spew, and decided to head it off. "Just remember that Shiro is right here," she said, carefully paying no attention as Lance backpedaled before he even said anything and threw a glance at the Black Paladin. Keith did the same, and Pidge wondered what that was about, but Shiro looked like he always did: collected, focused, and eating his own food. Did she miss something? She didn't see the tightness around his eyes, but then it wasn't stupid o'clock in the morning.

"My compliments," Allura said, more awake than Pidge had seen her since healing the Balmera. "I didn't know these all went together so well."

"Very pleasing," Coran agreed, bits of alien stir fry in his moustache. He twirled one end of the orange tuft of hair and it all - somehow - disappeared. Pidge had stopped trying to figure out Altean hair a long time ago - though she still ran the odd simulation of how thick Allura's hair really was given how tightly bound it could be. She wondered if there was an alien version of volumizer to make it work.

"It's good to see you up and about," Hunk said to the princess. "It's been forever."

"Yes, I know; I'm sorry to have worried you all," Allura said, princess voice in full swing. "I'm doing much better. I hope to walk about this afternoon, perhaps visit my father."

"... Your father?" Pidge asked, a little confused. Then her brain caught up with her. "Oh, you mean the hologram."

"It's not just a hologram," Coran correct. "It's King Alfor's very essence, crystallized and preserved for future generations. His entire consciousness is available to access and act as counsel. Why, it might as well be King Alfor!"

… Uh-huh. Still a hologram, as far as Pidge was concerned. But the idea of a computer - Altean or otherwise - copying an entire person's psyche was interesting. Artificial intelligence software only got so far, even the deep learning machines she had studied before Garrison. A part of her mind partitioned off to call up the theory and wondering how the crystal technology the Altean's employed worked with something as complicated as neural pathways and chemical reactions - how was that mimicked in a crystal? The side project kept her occupied as everyone ate, and when her plate was finished she looked up to see the the royals had already left.

"So Keith," Shiro said after swallowing his most recent mouthful and oblivious to the two looks. "Tell me one thing about Pidge that you learned today."

Everybody blinked, and Lance of course had something to say. "What is this, elementary school? Do we get story time, too?"

Shiro leveled the Blue Paladin a raised eyebrow, but Keith was of course ignoring all of it and answering the question. "She's a genius among geniuses," he said without even batting an eye.

Everyone - including Pidge - turned to stare at him. Except of course Shiro who gave a good-natured laugh. "What else?"

"That she takes on a crazy amount of work compared to the rest of us."

Shiro nodded, letting that sink in with the others before turning to Hunk. "And you?" he asked.

"Uh, I kind of already knew she was a genius," Hunk said, "It's everything I can do to keep up with her sometimes."

"No," Shiro said. "What was one thing you learned about Lance so far?"

Hunk blinked for a moment, quieting as he tried to think. Lance was already posing, rubbing his chin and letting his teeth shine. "That I'm amazingly handsome and incredibly charming? Wait you should already know that…"

"That it's even more a mystery that you got into Galaxy Garrison?" Keith supplied under his breath.

"I heard that!"

"... That Lance can be really sensitive," Hunk said. "You know, when he wants to be." Pidge saw Keith's blatant incredulity and Lance's genuine surprise, and once again Shiro's unsurprise. Geez, how did he know so much about everyone already? They hadn't been together all that long, and between battles and projects they hardly had time to even talk to each other sometimes.

Shiro had moved on again, and Pidge squirmed as she tried to think of a good answer when his eyes slid over to Lance.

"Lance? Name one thing you've learned about Hunk."

Said Paladin crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulder. "Nothing special."

Pidge hid her head in her hands. "I agree with Keith," she muttered, "how did you ever get into the Garrison?"

"Don't look at me like that!" Lance shouted back. "I've been rooming with the big guy since the first day! I already know everything about him!"

"How could you possibly know everything after only three months together?"

"I know more than you!"

"Are you seriously asking that question?" Pidge demanded. "What are we, in second grade?"

"Well you certainly look like you should be!"

That stung, but Pidge hid it well enough, and before she could retort with… something... Shiro cut them off with a firm, "That's enough! Pidge, you shouldn't antagonize Lance like that; Lance, you don't need to be defensive with anyone on this team. We're in this together and we have to trust each other. That's the whole point of this exercise. Now, tell us something you learned about Hunk today."

Pidge was still grumbling, looking down at her plate as her free hand started to ball into a fist. Her other jerked without her input and she looked up to Keith, who simply gave her a look. Was that… supposed to mean something? She wasn't sure what. He bumped his knee with hers, and somewhere a muscle in her back relaxed.

"... I learned Hunk keeps perfect time…" Lance mumbled, barely audible. It was enough to get a smile from Shiro, however, and he then turned to a certain Green Paladin.

"Pidge?"

She was mature enough to admit she squirmed a bit in her seat. She threw a glance at Keith, hoping for a hint and embarrassed that he was getting so much out of this exercise and she hadn't. It wasn't that she didn't understand of the value of the lesson, and it wasn't that she wasn't trying, it was just… Keith was hard to read. She didn't get him. Moreover, for the last two days she had been working on her projects - and that had taken up all of her attention. She… she hadn't actually worked with Keith; instead she had dragged him along or worked around him. She was still failing the test, in some respects, and she really wasn't used to failure. Frantically she wracked her brain to come up with something, but the best she could come up with was,

"... He has a good sense of smell..."

That sounded so bad, she winced, curled into herself, shamed that she was doing so poorly.

Instead: "That's impressive."

She looked up, and Shiro had that gentle look on his face, the one that was encouraging and soft and echoed her mother. Why would he be proud of that? She had no idea. She glanced at Keith for a hint, but the Red Paladin was stoic as always, not giving anything away. Lance had another look on his face, and she knew something stupid was about to fall out of his mouth but, once again, Shiro cut him off.

"Not everyone knows that about Keith. Good job, Pidge."

"R-really?" she asked, incredulous. That made no sense.

"Everybody has learned something about their partner. That's more than yesterday, and I learned a lot about how some of us work together. I'll still help Hunk and Lance in the vents, maneuvering in there is difficult with their legs tied up. Tomorrow we switch chore responsibilities, and I expect everyone to learn even more about their partners as they learn to work together."

"If you say so…" Lance muttered, taking a forkful of the stir fry and stuffing it into his mouth.

After lunch everyone got up to disperse, Pidge made Keith stall a little by taking care of the dishes. She still wasn't sure what to do for the afternoon - her biggest project was trying to understand that Galra crystal from the castle invasion, but that was computer work. Even the hands-on work - building a wire that would interface with the crystal - was so problem-solving intensive she wouldn't be focused on Keith. How could she focus on Keith, anyway?

Said partner was saying nothing, content to let Pidge ponder, but as they stepped outside the tall, broad frame of Shiro stopped them.

"I thought you were helping Lance and Hunk?" Keith asked.

"I am, but I saw that you needed some help so I thought we'd talk before I left."

"We're doing okay," Keith said.

Shiro shrugged his shoulders. "You are, but you always take to tasks with gusto. The one who's struggling here is Pidge."

Keith blinked rapidly twice before looking at Pidge, and the Green Paladin squirmed again.

"Pidge," Shiro said, flesh hand reaching out to grip her shoulder. "You're overthinking this. There is no right answer, some specific trait I want you to know. All I want is for the two of you to get to know each other. The better you understand each other, the better you can work together as the arms of Voltron." He tapped the cuffs binding them together. "Hands are one of the most intricate parts of the human body; so many points of articulation and ways to move that are detailed and subtle. It takes children years how to do something as complicated as writing. I'm not expecting you to do it in a few days."

Pidge eyed Keith, a little intimidated to say what she really felt with him right there.

Shiro seemed to sense her hesitation, squeezed her shoulder. "Think about something that requires his input," he said. "Maybe that will help."

He turned and left after that, moving down the hallway and turning around a corner.

"... You wanna give any input on how he does that?" she asked, tone a little harder than she meant.

"He's always been good with people," Keith answered next to her. "I don't know how."

"Maybe he should be my next project," Pidge wondered aloud, "Figure out how he's so good after being through so much."

"... I don't think he'd like that," Keith said after a beat. He was trying to cross his arms again, but only able to use one arm. "He's too busy looking out for everyone else. He wouldn't want anyone to look at him. He's always been like that."

Pidge looked up. "Really? How long have you known him? When did you meet?"

The color that rose up to Keith's cheeks and ears was the only response he gave, and Pidge had no idea how to follow up. She frowned, scratching her cheek, and sighed. "I'm not really sure what to do," she said. "If we're following my schedule then we're back to work on the Galra crystal, but I'm not really focusing on teamwork if that's the case, and it's not like I can just sit and talk to you. No offense," she added quickly, realizing how acerbic that sounded.

"None taken," Keith answered. "I've never been much of a talker."

A natural pause drew out, and Pidge wondered what else she could do. It's not like they could try flying in formation and…

Pidge straightened. "Here's a thought," she said. "I know we have bonds with our lions specifically, but is it only with our lions?"

Keith blinked. "What do you mean?"

"As Paladins, can we pilot other lions?"

The question sank into Keith's head slowly, and his face slackened with the thought. "I don't know. Are the cockpits all the same?"

Pidge grinned. "Wanna find out?"

Keith's answering smirk was all she needed.

Hunk and Lance were, once more, deep in the ventilation systems of the castle. Once more, Hunk was flat on his stomach next to exposed machinery because he needed to replace the plating and fix damaged wiring behind it. At this point, after having done it all morning, it was simple. He had gotten an understanding of what wires went where and how things were supposed to look. He needed to call Coran less and less for the basics. Honestly, he didn't know what Shiro was expecting of him. Have Lance help him? When he'd finally gotten around to understanding what he needed to do? Lance was going to be bored no matter what Hunk asked his help in. This wasn't Lance's thing. Lance preferred action, showing off, boisterousness. Not the quiet satisfaction of finding a problem and fixing it. Lance preferred loud and bombastic. A night on the town, music with a bass, screaming, and a lot of drums.

Now to be fair, Hunk had accepted this aspect of Lance within the first week of being roommates. The fact that Lance always tried to drag Hunk out (and into trouble) as a happy extrovert was actually sweet, in a Lance kind of way. But Hunk liked quieter moments. He enjoyed being able to sit at his workshop and figure out a problem. It was why he always let Lance take the lead in any social outings he got dragged along to. Why he let Lance take the lead with the professors at the Garrison when they were teamed up. Let Lance explain to anyone like Commander Iverson why they were in so much trouble. Hunk would take the punishment, because ultimately, yeah he did agree to go along, and then go back to his workshop.

Hunk just wasn't as loud as Lance. He didn't care for showing off or anything like that. He just enjoyed the fun of being with friends, even if that friend was dragging him everywhere in an attempt to have him get a life.

So if Lance was the one who couldn't stand this quieter problem-solving stuff, how were they supposed to work together?

"I wonder if this place is haunted."

Hunk let out a sigh. "What?"

Lance lifted his head up enough to look down to him, utter seriousness in his eyes. "I mean, this is a castle. Like, set up for royalty and ambassadors and entourages."

"Yeah," Hunk raised a skeptical eyebrow. "And?"

"Dude, there's only five people, two Alteans, four mice, and a Galra here in this huge space! Don't you ever see how unused parts of the castle are?"

Hunk did. A little too often. It's why he stayed in his workshop. It would be too cold and empty otherwise.

"Haunted…" Hunk drew out the syllable, just to let Lance know how ridiculous that sounded. "Really….." Skepticism dripped from his voice.

Lance actually raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you supposed to be the scaredy-cat? Frightened at your own shadow and worrying over everything until someone like me comes along to rescue you from your own imagination?"

Flat stare. "Lance, I have enough knowledge to be properly respectful and petrified of all the little things that can and do go wrong in reality. You want me to be scared at the supernatural now too? No thanks."

Lance actually offered his own flat stare. "We're spiritually bonded to giant mechanical space lions gallivanting around the universe in a castle powered by the living energy of an elven princess, facing off with an enemy who's been around for ten-thousand years stealing the living energy of planets like the Balmera. None of this has opened your mind just a little bit?"

Hunk rolled his eyes and turned back to the plating. "Yeah it has. I now need to think about energy in a totally different way than everything we ever learned back home. It's not like we're using AC or DC currents, or ATP or anything we already know about. At least with the Lions I get that it's all about willpower. I may not get how they convert willpower to whatever it is they do, but I have a foundation. The crystals and how they even handle code or programming is so far beyond what I can comprehend I get overwhelmed. But I also know that crystals can be used as focuses based on their concavity or even convex designs. All this magic is just science that hasn't been explained yet."

Lance let out an exaggerated sigh and collapsed back to the vent. "You sound just like Pidge."

"It's probably why the two of them work well together," Shiro offered, crawling down from an above access. "Mechanics and programming. Very science based fields."

"Hey Shiro," Lance greeted sullenly. "Done playing favorites?"

"Lance," Hunk muttered.

"What? He totally is! They got a do-over for today and their punishment for not doing enough yesterday was to do the cooking today! We're up here in the vents!"

"Teaching a lesson means meeting the student's needs," Shiro calmly replied as he settled into the vent. "I'll admit, I know Keith and, to a lesser extent, Pidge, better than you two. I can make those judgement calls on what they can and can't do with more confidence." Hunk glanced back and saw Shiro raise an eyebrow. "Yet I'm here in the vents with the two of you. And might I add that it's as tight a fit for me as it is for Hunk."

Hunk actually chuckled. For all that he was poked about his wide girth, Shiro was just as wide in the shoulders.

"I'm grateful!" Hunk offered lightly. "I can always appreciate the effort it takes to get into tight spaces."

"This isn't all that tight at all!"

Shiro and Hunk shared a chuckle. "Maybe not for you, Lance," Shiro said gently. "But not all of us can be as slender."

"True," Lance said airily. "My slender physique is something the ladies can always find attractive. A swimmer's bod is always sleek, lean, and desirable!"

Hunk just chuckled. Lance was being his usual exuberant self. Maybe that would keep Lance occupied while he could finish this round of conduit.

"Such confidence is certainly-" Shiro hesitated.

"Awe-inspiring? Assuring? Secure?"

"Arrogant," Hunk muttered good-naturedly. "Prideful. Compensating."

"I heard that!"

Shiro and Hunk chuckled together again.

"You're all against me!" Lance sighed dramatically and collapsed back onto the ground.

"Just keeping things in perspective," Hunk replied gently.

Because what he had said was true. Lance did come off as arrogant and prideful sometimes and it was compensation for his insecurities. One didn't need to be a genius to figure all that out. In fact, Hunk was fairly certain that Shiro, who knew had known Lance for the shortest time, had figured that much out. Lance always pretended to be so wonderful and competent, but just like Hunk, the Blue Paladin was a big softie underneath.

Lance grumbled and shifted, not that Hunk could see. Probably crossing his arms in order to pout. Right, easily injured feelings, despite the light tone.

"Sorry, Lance," Hunk turned and offered a smaller smile. "Just good-natured teasing."

"Uh-huh," Lance uttered in dramatic angst. "It's all fine! Poke fun all you like! I'm too easy a mark!"

Right, full drama-queen mode. After Keith and Pidge needling him during lunch, the Princess awake but not paying such devout attention to any of them as she was getting more and more tired during the meal, and now both Hunk and Shiro were teasing. No wonder Lance was feeling perhaps a little put upon. Hunk couldn't really begrudge him that. But Lance just always made it so easy! And it usually rolled off him pretty well.

So Hunk let out a silent sigh and put down his tools. It was awkward and difficult, but Hunk carefully rolled onto his back and slowly pushed himself onto his elbows so that he could see a little better and eased himself up to the barely-can-sit-up-because-of-his-height-and-the-vents-not-his-girth-quiznak!- position.

"Seriously, Lance," Hunk offered, "I know you're bored. I promise, I'm going as fast as I can, but Pidge and Sendak did a lot of damage in here. We still have at least three more hours of work to get everything fixed again."

"I know that and I get it," Lance grumbled. "Just stop picking on me, all of you!"

Right. Let the drama-queen sulk. So Hunk nodded and gratefully fell to his back and then rolled back over to his stomach. Tools back in hand, he got to work. Hunk expected Shiro to start up conversation again, but they all stayed quiet for a while, which was fine for Hunk as he got a lot of work done on that panel. Shiro occasionally passed tools to Hunk over Lance as needed while Lance continued in his sulk, pulling it out to glorious degree because he knew he was surrounded and he decided to milk it for all it was worth. Hunk couldn't quite hold back a chuckle when he realized that by being so silent and sulky, Lance was getting all the attention he wanted as Hunk and Shiro kept glancing at him to see if he was out of his funk yet.

Hunk hadn't seen Lance milking a sulk like this since Iverson had pulled them both aside for a tongue-lashing that wasn't either of their fault, and Lance laid the sulk on the true perpetrator for almost a month. It was another game to keep Lance occupied while being literally chained to Hunk up in the vents. So Hunk played along. Kept the "worried" glances to Lance when Lance seemed like he wasn't looking, and occasionally verbally checking in to continue to reaffirm Lance's drama-queen tendencies.

Shiro was watching the byplay, clearly learning something, but that was Shiro.

"Okay, off to the next bit of damage," Hunk carefully shuffled up to his knees and turned let his head fall so he could look, albeit upside-down, to the others. "Lance? Ready for timing?"

There were more dramatic grumbles as the Blue Paladin got ready to crab-walk in time with Hunk and crawling and Hunk was sure he saw a wry grin flash across Shiro's face. Good to know Lance's drama-queen play was entertaining all of them to some degree. "On three."

And they were off keeping to Hunk's pace. This was the hardest part of the day. Getting from one patch job to another. A lot of the vents that Pidge used were too small, some even for Lance, and they had to take the long way around. Corners were difficult, anything that involved climbing up a level was arduous, and Hunk making sure he was keeping good time for Lance to move with him was tedious. What was even worse was that the damage that was left to fix was the most spread out. They had just finished the last of the panels that had been where most of Pidge's embattled scramble had happened and now came random encounters before Pidge had darted another way that couldn't be followed.

It took almost an hour and a half to get to the next damaged panel. And there were two more after this.

Lance was already settling in to his dramatic sulk and Shiro was setting up the tool box to pass Hunk whatever he needed.

"Uh, Shiro?" Pidge came over the comms sounding hesitant in a way that indicated that there might be a tad of trouble the size of a planet about to come down around them.

Shiro's amusement fell away quickly to all-business. "What is it?" he asked, looking away from Lance and Hunk. Both Paladins looked up, their own drama-queen play forgotten.

"Uh, we might have a small situation here."

"We can handle it, Shiro," Keith growled over the comm. "You're busy. Stay put. We'll figure this out."

A loud, distinctly mechanical growl echoed over the comms.

"Was that a Lion sounding upset?" Lance asked with narrow-eyed incredulity. "What in the entire universe are those two doing to get one of the Lion's upset?"

"Back off," Keith growled back. "We got this."

"Uh, no, Keith, we kinda don't," Pidge hissed back.

"Just stay put," Shiro replied sternly, "I'm on my way."

Hunk shrunk back as Shiro carefully turned and then crawled with all possible speed back the way they had come, Coran already on the comms and giving directions to the nearest exit so that Shiro could get to the others with more speed.

"Huh," Lance blinked back at Hunk, eyes wide in surprise. "Wonder what those two did."

"I'm not sure I want to find out."

Lance fell back. "Spoilsport."

"Yup," Hunk agreed, pulling off the panel. "Can you pass me the-"

"Here you go," Lance handed him the exact right tool. Hunk smiled. They had been doing this all day. It would only make sense that Lance had a basic understanding of what tool was needed in what order. So Hunk easily went back to work. It didn't take long to finish this panel, as it was more of a glancing blow, especially compared to others that he'd had to repair over the course of the day.

"Thanks, buddy."

"No problem."

They were quiet again, though this time without Lance's playful drama-queen sulk. The repair was done inside of fifteen minutes. Perfect.

"Okay, Lance, we're ready for the next spot."

"Yeah, yeah," Lance sighed, getting up for his crab walk. Hunk only nodded and started his perfect time.

There was still no word with Shiro, so Hunk could only assume that the others had done something monumentally stupid or Shiro was yelling at them. That was fine. He and Lance had found a rhythm with moving through the vents, so things were going at least nominally better than they had that morning.

They were halfway to the next piece of damaged conduit. Hunk, still keeping time, was crawling over a vent when the weight of his knee made a panel give way, sending his whole leg down the shaft. Caught unawares, Hunk yelped and let go of the toolbox as he scrambled for purchase on the smooth white walls. Of course, since he lost his rhythm and Lance was surprised as well, their legs soon became tangled, throwing off Hunk's balance and suddenly they were both tumbling down a shaft with no coordination and plenty of screaming and bumping into each other.

Suddenly they were in open air and Hunk couldn't quite stop screaming all the louder as they were over a massively huge domed room with catwalks leading to a central platform encircling something Hunk couldn't study because falling!

"Grab the rail!"

"What?" Hunk looked around, Lance's shout bringing him back to his senses. Oh, they were over one of the catwalks - quick! Grab a rail or a ledge or something! Hunk reached out, knowing it fell to him since he was the taller and stronger. Reach! Come on, reach!

Hunk wrapped his hands around the posts of the railing, bracing his forearms against them as the rail slammed up to his armpits. The impact alone was jarring, but a second later his trunk hit the rail and Lance's weight pulled at his legs. But it wasn't the heavy yank he was expecting. Instead his legs kept swinging, one still weighted by Lance, under the catwalk and Hunk watched in confusion as Lance's hands appeared on the other side of the catwalk and grabbed on for dear life.

Just like that, it was over.

Over.

Hunk let out an explosive breath. Panting turned to giggles, then laughter, because what else could he do? Lance was saying something in Spanish, thanking God Hunk could understand, the rest just random noises to his ears as he couldn't think enough to try and translate. Then Lance was laughing too.

"Oh, thank God," Hunk finally said. "Okay. Okay, how do we-"

"Are you two alright?" came Shiro's concerned voice over the comms. "Hunk, Lance, can you hear me?"

Lance laughed. "Oh we're just fine!" he replied. "Nothing like a life-threatening fall through unknown HVAC units into a giant open - where are we anyway?"

Hunk finally looked around. "Engine room I think."

"Engines? That's a crystal."

"It's the finest in Altean technology and Balmeran crystals!" Coran replied haughtily.

"It's confusing is what it is!" Lance shot back.

"Are you okay?" Shiro repeated.

"Peachy," Lance retorted. Hunk couldn't blame him for the sarcasm after a scare like that.

"We're fine, Shiro," Hunk added. "Probably be a little sore in the morning." Especially once the adrenaline wore off and then he could feel the aches he knew he was going to have.

"We most certainly are not fine!" Lance shouted. "I'm barely holding on by my fingernails! We can't hold on like this forever! How do we even get on the catwalk from here?"

"Uhhh…"

"Exactly!"

"You can do it," Shiro replied. "I'm on my way, but it will take a while."

"A while?"

"Why?"

Pidge's voice laughed softly. "We're kinda accross the galaxy at the moment."

Both Lance and Hunk, in perfect rhythm and tone, offered an incredulous, "Huh?"

"I'll also arrive when I can, Paladins!" Coran offered with his usual enthusiastic flair. "I'm just… occupied at the moment…."

"Occupied how?" Lance demanded.

"I may… be stuck… in an ionic telechlorian bindlelum… from cleaning it out…"

"What does that even mean?" Lance shouted.

"That I might be a varga or so…."

Lance groaned and Hunk was right there with him.

Author's Notes: Now children, what did we learn today :P ? Shiro is second best space dad after Kanan Jarrus from Star Wars Rebels. As we wrap up the halfway point of the fic it was time for everyone to reflect even briefly on the intended lesson and how far they had come. Hunk and Keith are the most intuitive and learned the most, Pidge learns she doesn't have everything in hand, and Lance will probably always be a little obtuse about things like this because they aren't organic - as the team natural, he picks things up when they occur naturally, not in a constructed environment. If the environment is constructed he thinks he's supposed to act a certain way and as a result he's not acting himself. Lance is at his best in small, sincere moments - most obviously in the season 5 moments with Allura that dropped earlier this week. When he's not showboating he's actually kind of sweet, and now he has Shiro's mystery and... well.

Season 5, yeah. Pidge, girl, you and Matt go through too much. And Keith, stop hiding in the background, we want more episodes devoted to you - get your derriere back on the team! And Shiro... stop. Just stop.

So, what CATastrophe did Pidge and Keith cause? How will Lance and Hunk keep from falling to their deaths? Will Shiro have a good or bad day? Next week!

Side note, our beta of many years, Tenshi, has not finish beta'ing this fic. Wait time between chapters have stretched out to months and so the second half of this fic will go up raw and unbeta'ed. Please keep that in mind as all our spelling and grammar mistakes become more obvious.