Hell Hath No Fury

Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or any of its characters nor any of its alternate universe personas. So sad, I could become fond of a Lotor with green eyes…

Part 5 of the Chivalry story arc: 1. Chivalry; 2. Lion House Restored (& 2A. LHR – Allura's POV); 3. Doomed Quest; 4. Alternate Choices; and 5. Hell Hath No Fury. While some of the stories can be read as stand alone, this one must be read AFTER Alternate Choices for it to make sense.

Rating/Setting: Rating is M for this one. It could still be T but I'll say M to be safe. Setting is DotU in flavor.

Chapter Thirteen

~Evening of Day Four in the Mirror-verse

Keith stood just inside the doorway of Allura Alt's chambers. She had promised to consummate their bond-mate union this evening unless his Allura contacted them. As far as he knew, she had not. His hands clenched at his side as his breathing quickened. He supposed he could attempt to escape or irritate her enough so that she rendered him unconscious. However, he would only delay the process for a short time. Keith looked at the door to the bath, where Allura Alt had gone. In just a few minutes, she was back, in a silky, long, nightgown. Her golden hair flowed down her back and she moved with grace and confidence. His gaze traveled to her hands and saw she held a small device.

Allura Alt watched him with pleasure. She knew that he had to be going through all possible courses of action. There was only one outcome to such musings. Smiling, she knew that he would acknowledge it, even if he wouldn't accept it. As his gaze drifted to her hand, she decided to speak. "Yes, Keith. It's time. Would it be too cliché of me to ask- shall we do this the easy way or the hard way?"

Keith didn't answer but just stood there as Allura Alt walked up to him. Standing so that her chest rubbed against his, she looked into his eyes and raised her hand with the injector. Pressing it to his arm, it did its job through the fabric of the shirt. At the satisfying hiss of the injection, Keith closed his eyes.

When his eyes opened once more, Allura Alt noted that they were alternating between dilation and myosis. She moved around him to lower the lights in the room, unsure which way his eyes would end up. For what they would be doing, it was fine for it to be dark. Returning to stand in front of him again, she watched his eyes as they settled to slightly dilated.

Keith blinked several times, unsure where he was or what he was doing. Looking in front of him, he saw his wife. "Allura." Reaching out, he caressed her cheek and then he pulled her close, kissing her almost roughly. As his lips moved to her neck, she whispered in his ear. That's all it took for him to sweep her up in his arms and carry her to the bed where he laid her down gently.

As she was being carried, Allura Alt reveled in his arms and at the feelings he generated in her. She had asked Dr. Gorma to make a change to the drug. This drug differed from the usual one in that it affected Keith's mind more than his body. It was a drug to make him feel good and leave him open to suggestions by her. After all, she looked and sounded just like his wife. She didn't need a drug to make him have sex, all she needed was a drug to make him think that he was with his wife… the sex would naturally follow. And it WAS working. She watched as he stood beside the bed and took his shirt off. Reaching her hand up, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to her.

Keith felt her soft body under his. His hand ran down her silk-encased torso as his lips kissed her neck. Then suddenly, it all felt wrong… very wrong. Pushing himself up onto his forearms, he looked into Allura's face. It was Allura's face wasn't it? "Allura?"

Allura Alt felt the sudden change in him, and when he looked down into her eyes, she saw them dilating and constricting again. When he asked her name in the form of a question, she knew there was a serious problem. At that moment, her com unit sounded. She was only to be contacted in an emergency. Carefully, reaching her hand up to caress Keith's face, she said, "Keith, I need to get the com unit."

He looked at her with some confusion, and then nodded his head and rolled off of her to lie on his back in the bed.

Allura Alt growled in frustration at the com unit as it sounded again. Giving a last glance at Keith, who just lay there blinking somewhat rapidly, she rose from the bed and went to the com. "This is the Queen." Her voice was calm and formal.

"Queen Allura, you have an incoming call that I believe is the one you were expecting. She says her name is Allura and she is here to get back what you've taken." The soldier's voice sounded uncertain. It was, after all, a most unusual call.

"Put the video feed through to my chambers on a secure channel."

"As you wish, my Queen," the soldier responded and the conversation ended.

Walking to the vid screen that was angled away from the bed, Allura Alt tightened her robe and pulled her hair over her shoulder. A wicked smile crossed her lips at the picture she would present. Let her duplicate think what she wanted about her state of dress. The smile stayed on her face as the screen flickered to life. In front of her was Allura of Arus. "I'm not sure I like us as a brunette," Allura Alt commented.

"Well, in order to not to be killed on sight, I needed to do some modifications." Allura said. She looked at Allura Alt and took in her attire. The room behind her could very well be her bedroom. Is Keith there? She wondered. Do I really want to know? she honestly admitted to herself quickly. "Enough pleasantries. I'm here to schedule the fight for my husband."

"How about in two days?"

"How about tomorrow?"

Allura Alt smiled at the irritation and impatience in her counterpart. "My, my, Allura, what's the hurry?"

Allura calmed herself, knowing that any displays of emotions would only feed her alternate. "I want to get back what is mine. I'm here. You're here. Let's get this over with..."

Raising a brow at her rival, Allura Alt countered, "This wouldn't have anything to do with the attack that was just launched at Ascension? I find it most odd that you are calling the very day that the Coalition and the Resistance on Altea launch an attack at one of our strongholds."

"Think what you will; I have no answers for you. The Resistance wasn't very forthcoming about their strategic plans with me. I'm sure you know why."

Allura Alt laughed wildly. "Indeed, I would love to have seen their reaction to you. I had hoped they might take you out for me."

Frowning, Allura said, "Tomorrow."

Inclining her head, Allura Alt said, "Tomorrow. Mid-day when the red sun is directly overhead."

"The small mesa, ten miles from the fortress before the mountains," Allura responded. "Bring only one other besides yourself and Keith."

Allura Alt thought for a moment. The mesa was an open area; nothing grew on its top. It's was only about a half-mile across and stood about 1,000 feet. Their shuttles would be obvious as well as who they brought with them. It suited her fine. After all, she had Haggar's magic to protect her. She would kill Allura and take prisoner whomever she brought with her. Keith would remain hers. She heard a moan from the bed and turned her head slightly before returning her gaze to Allura's. Noting the frown and tension from her duplicate, she smiled and said, "I agree. I'll see you tomorrow, Allura." Allowing her gaze to return to her bed for a moment, she looked back to Allura and said, "Sorry to rush, but there are things I need to do before I can sleep. I'm sure you understand." Without waiting for an acknowledgement, she cut the feed and turned back toward the bed.

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Lance looked at Allura with concern. He had been amazed that she had maintained her calm throughout the exchange. However, he was pleased that they had gotten the location they wanted. It was obvious that Allura Alt had something up her sleeve, but they wouldn't know what it was until it happened. Add to that, Allura still hadn't told him what she had to do to shift things in her favor. But right now, he knew that her thoughts were on Keith. He had heard the moan which had garnered Allura Alt's attention. He knew Allura heard it too. "Allura." He waited a moment and spoke again. "Allura."

With her gaze still locked on the screen, she responded. "She was in her gown in her room, Lance. She was ready for bed."

"You can't dwell on it, Allura. It's what she wants. It's what she wants you to believe."

"I didn't imagine that moan, Lance."

"You don't know it was Keith."

Allura got up from her seat in front of the data pad she was using for her transmission. She shook her head as she walked away from him without a backward glance. "Oh, but you're wrong, Lance. I know it was him."

Lance watched her walk out of the shuttle to stand on the edge of their assigned docking pad. Her gaze was directed at the fortress above them and he was sure her thoughts were there as well.

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Allura Alt crawled on the bed so that she was sitting at Keith's side. His eyes were closed and his breathing was rapid. A sigh of resignation came from her lips as she spoke, more to herself than to Keith. "I'll contact Gorma and let him know he needs to perfect the serum. I can't have that drug making you sick; it defeats the purpose." Reaching out a hand, she ran her fingers through his dark hair and leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his unresponsive lips. Pulling back, she looked at his peaceful countenance before rising from the bed to contact Dr. Gorma.