#de-aged lance

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De-aged Lance and Space Dad :)

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Regression (Part 9)

Hi dear readers!

Sorry it took me so long to update this fic, but here it is! 

Special thank you to @pendragonmagic who sent me fanarts for this fic in pm! It really motivated me to post this new part :P!

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“Coran! Coran!” Keith screamed as he rushed out of his Lion with an unconscious little Lance in his arms. 

Everyone was already in his hangar. He put Lance carefully on the ground in front of the others, took Lance’s tiny hand and lifted desperate eyes to Coran. 

“Please... We have to save him,” he said in a small shacky voice that didn’t ressemble him at all. 

Hunk fell to his knees beside the young dying boy and caressed Lance’s short hair delicately with a trembling hand as tears fell down his cheeks. Pidge joined him, also crying, taking Lance’s other hand. Shiro was the next, getting down on his knees and putting his human hand on Lance’s calf. 

Allura dropped down then, more brusquely than any of them had expected in this difficult moment. All their eyes turned to her then. She looked confused. 

“Do you all feel this?” She asked. 

“Feel what? Sorrow? I think we all do, yeah,” Hunk sobbed. 

“No, not that...” She put a hand on Lance’s calf too, hesitantly. “Hope.” 

They all looked at her, confused too now. But then, they felt it. The powerful energy, the impressive power, the incredibly pure magic... It was suddenly flowing through then. All their eyes were again drawn to Allura who was now glowing a soft white. 

“Allura...” Coran murmured, mesmerized. “You said you fought Haggar and won against her once, right? Then, maybe your powers... Maybe they could save him.” 

Tears were falling from the woman’s eyes. They all felt her strong desire to save Lance. They all shared the same desire. They all wanted Lance back and healthy. They didn’t even care if Lance remained a child. They just wanted him to live. 

So they all directed their wishes towards Lance and Allura. 

The soft light grew brighter, slowly engulfing them completely. They heard Allura scream in determination, and they all screamed with her as they felt the intense flow of magic pass through them. 

After a few long dobashes, the light died down. 

They all looked confused for a moment.

But then their eyes fell on Lance.  

Now, would you prefer Lance to remain a child or to come back to normal? :) 

You can answer in the comments or send me an ask!

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Where’s my ship-less Coran-centric de-aged Lance fic in which he clings to Coran because he’s the only one who has canonically comforted him and he’s young and scared?

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Regression (part 2)

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“I’m scared,” young Lance said with a tiny voice, leaning on Hunk’s shoulder to hide his face in the big teenager’s neck, being too frightened by the aliens surrouding them. 

“It’s Ok, Kiddo. The monsters won’t hurt you, I promise. And if they even try, I’m gonna protect you,” Hunk replied confidently, even if he was super anxious right now. 

Lance was about 3 or 4 years old in appearance. He didn’t remember anything, as if his mind had come back the same as a child of this age as well. This was really really bad. 

That’s when Hunk noticed Shiro and Allura not far away. He practically ran to them. 

“Oh my God, Shiro, Allura! We’re in trouble,” Hunk said as he reached them. 

They turned to him and Hunk’s saw the confusion and curiosity in their eyes as he approached them with a small kid in his arms that looked human. 

“Hunk... What’s going on?” Shiro asked hesitantly. 

“It’s Lance,” Hunk started. 

“Why do you have a kid in your arms?” Allura asked. “Is he lost? He looks...”

 “No, listen, it’s Lance,” Hunk tried again. 

“What’s with Lance?” Shiro asked, becoming more and more worried at Hunk’s panic. 

“It’s him, the kid, it’s Lance,” Hunk explained. “Look at him, it’s totally him!”

Shiro and Allura looked shocked before examining the young child who snuggled closer to Hunk, feeling visibly more in security with the Yellow Paladin. He clearly didn’t remember Allura and Shiro, but the both of them could also recognize Lance’s appearance in the young child. After Lance had examined the two strangers a bit, he relaxed against Hunk’s shoulder.

“Beautiful,” Lance said then with a cute small voice, pointing at Allura. 

Now, this was the real proof! Allura smiled and introduced herself. Shiro did the same afterwards. 

“Now, say you know what to do, Allura,” Hunk asked anxiously. 

“Actually, I really don’t. The best would probably be to go back to the Castle and ask Coran. He knows more about health and biology matters than me,” she replied. 

Hunk hoped from the bottom of his heart that there was something they could do. What if they couldn’t get Lance back to his normal age? What if he stayed this way? What if he continued becoming younger?

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Regression (Part 7)

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“Do you think I’m joking?!” Keith screamed as he summoned his bayard, pointing it at the shop owner. 

“No! No! I really don’t know anything!” The shop owner replied, fearful and shaking. 

Keith let out an angry yell. There was still nothing. No one had seen Lance or could remember him. Yet, this was ridiculous. Lance must have talked to people or gone to at least one shop. 

“Enough now, Keith,” Shiro said then. 

“Yeah, man, he clearly doesn’t know anything,” Hunk added with a sad expression. 

They had done this at least 20 times now. Every single time, no one could remember seeing Lance. This was strange. Too strange. They left the shop and headed for the rendezvous point. As they walked, something caught Pidge’s attention. She stopped suddenly and turned around to look at their surroundings, as if to confirm her unsaid suspicions. 

“Pidge? Is everything Ok?” Shiro asked. 

“There should be a shop there,” she said then, pointing to the corner of the road. 

It had went unnoticed to them before, but there was clearly enough place for another shop there, but the space was empty. Another weird thing. Maybe... Maybe there had been a shop there. 

“Let’s go have a look,” Shiro decided. 

As they got closer, Allura slowed down to a stop. Everyone stopped too, curious. “No... That can’t be,” she said then, her eyes full of fear. 

“What is it, Princess?” Shiro asked. 

“I feel... Druid magic,” she admitted. 

-

“If it’s a druid’s doing... there’s nothing we can do,” Allura told them with a defeated tone as they were all sitting in the dining room. 

“No...” Pidge said, her voice full of emotion. 

She would lose one of her space brothers. Lance was annoying sometimes, but she liked him. He had his thing, he made people happy and his funny personality brought something more to this team, a home-like feeling. 

“No, we can’t give up!” Keith yelled, angry.

“Keith, you also know of the druids’ abilities. Now that we know they are probably the cause of Lance’s condition, maybe we could try to find something to heal him or stabilize his condition instead, and look for a way to get him back to normal after that,” Shiro offered. 

“I hoped you would find something today so I wouldn’t have to tell you this, but I fear Lance’s condition has worsened past his immune system,” Coran told them then.

All eyes were suddenly on the Altean advisor. 

“What? What do you mean, Coran? Please tell me it’s not as severe as I fear it is,” Hunk panicked. 

Coran sighed and shook his head. It looked hard to say the words, but he finally answered him.

“If we don’t find anything by the end of today, Lance’s health condition might damage his body enough that.... that it might have long-lasting effects or worse,” Coran explained. 

“Or worse?” Hunk gulped.

“Long-lasting? What do you mean Coran? If we get him back to his true age, wouldn’t that get his immune system back to normal?” Pidge asked, confused and worried. 

“That’s what we hoped, but at that time only his immune system was affected. However his condition is worsening fast, and now his organs have also shown signs of degradation. If this goes on, with the Altean virus, against which the medication I gave him doesn’t seem to have an effect, soon Lance will suffer organs failure,” Coran replied. 

There was silence for a long moment. They all knew what that meant. Keith stood up then, not caring about the chair falling loudly to the ground. He walked out of the room and towards the infirmary. They all could see that Keith cared more about Lance now than they ever would have thought would happen in their lifetime. 

“What can we do to help him then? What are our options? There must be something we can do,” Hunk asked.

Silence again. They didn’t expect Lance’s condition to go downhill so fast. And now they were all out of solutions.  

-

Keith arrived in the infirmary and walked to Lance’s bed. The small boy was lying in a ball on his side with a pained expression on his face. He looked tiny and hurt. Keith wanted to make the pain go away, but there was nothing they could do now. Lance... Lance was dying. 

When Keith reached Lance’s bed, the young boy opened his eyes. 

“Keef...” Lance said. 

“Hey there, Little Pilot,” Keith said with a small smile.

He took the now hot towel on his forehead and soaked it in a bowl full of cold water by the side of the bed. He put the towel back on the child’s forehead and Lance seemed to relax at the new coldness. 

“Keef... It hurts,” the boy whined on the verge of crying. 

“I know, but the pain will be gone soon,” Keith told him, his throat tight with emotion. 

It was hard to contain his emotions. Keith didn’t want Lance to die. He wanted him back, happy and goofing around, as usual. He wanted to bicker with him and even participate in their stupid rivalry. How could a simple visit to a moon shop go so wrong? 

“I want my mama...” Lance said then. 

“Sorry, buddy... We can’t bring you back home yet,” Keith replied. 

The small boy started sobbing. Keith stroked his back and side comfortingly. They stayed in silence for a while and Lance finally fell asleep. 

When he was sure the boy was deep asleep, Keith let tears fall down his cheeks silently. 

Keith knew now that he wouldn’t be able to respect his promise. 

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Regression (part 4)

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"This is just too funny! I can't believe that he was bad lucky enough to draw the short straw 5 times in a row," Pidge said, still laughing as the team exited the Castle and made their way to the market.

“I must say, it is an impressive feat,” Allura admitted, giggling a bit. 

"But really, is this a good idea? I feel like it’s a really bad idea. I mean, not that I don't trust Keith or anything, but leaving him with a young kid might be a little dangerous, no?" Hunk confided.

"I'm sure they will be just fine. Number 4 has good instincts," Coran said cheerfully.

"Yeah, everything will be fine. Let's concentrate on our own task and get this taken care of quickly," Shiro said.

The group all separated and started their search to get Lance back to normal.

-

"I swear to God Lance, if you don't stop running now..." Keith said threateningly as he ran around the medical bay, tripping into things. Goddam bad luck! They had played 5 times, and had lost every single one!

The little boy he was babysitting ran around laughing loudly and screaming, amused by the chase and Keith's visible struggle. As soon as Lance was done with his space lollipop, he had started running around, and Keith had difficulty stopping him. No more space sugar for Lance, ever.

He had never taken care of another person before, especially a kid. He clearly wasn't qualified. He didn't even remember all of Coran's instructions. He didn't want to mess this up, and Lance didn’t make it easy, on the contrary. He was running close to table corners, and grabbed at anything that looked interesting, particularly dangerous tools lying around. That's what happens when you live with a bunch of messy teenagers that live into space and fight a war. At least, Keith had been able to recover every dangerous tool Lance had gotten his hands on.

"Keef the monster!" Lance said then, stopping his run to turn around and point an accusatory finger at the half-Galra.

This little pause in Lance's running was enough for Keith to catch him. He lifted Lance off the ground and looked at the boy in his arms, not sure what to do anymore as the small child was still laughing.

Keith found himself smiling.

"Caught ya," he said simply.

"Keef! High, high!" Lance demanded then, moving his hands towards the ceiling.

Keith didn't know what that meant, but decided to follow the movements the young boy was making with his arms. Lance was now over Keith's head, an even bigger smile on his lips.

"Fly!" Lance said cheerfully, expanding his arms widely.

Keith realized something then. Lance had certainly always wanted to fly. That's why, even if he was never at the top of the class at the Garrison, or never had really good gades, he still never gave up becoming a pilot, whether it was a cargo pilot or a fighter pilot.

So against his usual attitude and reactions, Keith made as if Lance was flying.

Lance smiled and laughed even more, and so did Keith.

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Regression (Part 5)

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Hi dear readers! I didn’t expect to do so many parts to this story, but oh well... Anyway, if you want more or have any ideas about what will happen next, don’t hesitate to comment or send me an ask!

"Now, we have to put the icing," Hunk instructed to the small boy who was making a cake for the team.

Hunk brought the bowl containing the icing near Lance and was about to delicately and precisely put the icing on the cake, when Lance put his two whole hands into the icing, took a big amount of it and just dropped it on top of the cake. He placed it messily and turned to Hunk with a big proud smile.

"Done!" The boy announced cheerfully. "It's gonna be sooooo good!"

Hunk laughed a little, even if he couldn't help but judge the amount of icing on top of the cake.

"Yeah, sure, buddy."

"I can't believe you didn't find anything!" Keith's angry voice sounded as the rest of the team was talking in the dining room near there.

Hunk couldn't hear much, but Keith was really upset. This was weird, Hunk never thought Keith cared so much about Lance. Or maybe it wasn't about Lance, but more about the fact that they couldn't leave the planet and continue fighting the Galra Empire if Lance remained in this state.

"Is Keef angry because of me?" Lance asked suddenly, his smile gone.

Hunk turned to look at the young boy beside him, surprised by his questions and his sudden seriousness.

"No, kiddo. Why would he be?" Hunk asked.

"I don't know... Papá is always angry at me too," Lance admitted, starting to lick the icing on his fingers.

It hit Hunk then that Lance had never talked much about his father. He loved his family and could go days just describing them. He cared about them a lot, Hunk knew that, but his father... Hunk didn’t even know his name. Had he... Could he have been mean to Lance or hurt him?

“Keith isn’t angry at you, I’m sure of it. Now, come, Buddy Boy, let’s wash your hands,” he told the young boy as he took him in his arms and put him just at the right level for him to wash his hands in the sink. 

Just when they finished, the rest of the team arrived in the kitchen. As soon as Lance spotted Keith, he ran to him.

"Keef! Fly, fly!" Lance demanded with a big smile.

Keith surprisingly smiled back and took the boy in his hands.

"Alright, there you go, Little Pilot," Keith said as he brought Lance over his head.

Everyone looked at them, taken aback by the Red Paladin's sudden change in attitude. Keith and Lance were smiling at each other, Lance's arms wide as if he was a plane.

After a few seconds, Keith dropped Lance back down to the ground. Lance seemed a bit disappointed, but Keith took the little boy's hand, and it seemed to appease him a bit. Children were like that sometimes. Lance had chosen his favorite person in the team. Hunk was a bit jealous honestly, but at least it would be easier to get away from babysitting him. He liked Lance, really, but being responsible of a child's safety was a bit too stressful for him. What if he hid in some place Hunk couldn't reach? Children were scary sometimes, always running to dangerous places and touching every single thing that caught their eyes, not caring if it was safe or not...

No Hunk was good entertaining the little boy for short periods of time, but babysitting was too much to ask of him. He was glad Keith had picked the short straw. 5 times... 

"Well, everybody, let's eat something and go back to our research, alright? We need to nourish our bodies so our minds stay sharp," Coran suggested.

"I'm coming with you this time," Keith said.

"Alright, I'll babysit Lance then," Shiro agreed.

There was a silent acknowledgement amongst the team. 

Keith dropped to Lance's level and took him in his arms. "You hungry, Little Pilot?" Keith asked, leaving for the dinning room.

"Keith making Lance ‘fly’? He will hate me when this is all done. Endless teasing for the rest of his life," Pidge laughed.

"Pidge..." Shiro said in his dad tone.

"Never thought I'd see then get along so well in my life," Allura said.

"Keith cares more than he seems," Shiro said, following the duo to the dinning room.

The rest of the team followed, helping Hunk bring food, plates and ustensils to the table.

-

“Why is your arm like that?” Lance asked, playing with the mechanical limb, curious. 

Shiro was sitting on the couch, watching over Lance as he played around in the lounge. Lance was a really energetic kid, that was for sure. And now he was really interested in Shiro’s arm.

“So I can be more powerful?” Shiro answered. 

“Sooo cool! What can it do?” Lance asked. 

“It can burn... It glows... It can open things,” Shiro said. 

“Make it glow!” Lance demanded. 

“Okay, but you can’t touch it if it glows. It could be dangerous,” Shiro agreed, putting his arm high enough so Lance wouldn’t be able to touch it even if he tried. 

Shiro activated his arm. Lance looked at it with admiration. 

“I want one like that too when I grow up!” Lance decided. 

“I don’t think...” Shiro started, as the boy settled against Shiro’s side, still looking at his babysitter. 

“You have white hair like an old man,” Lance commented. 

Shiro smiled at that. 

“Are you like a super hero?”Lance asked. 

“I... A bit, yes. The others and I, we save people and fight bad guys,” Shiro explained. 

“Keef too?” Lance asked. 

“Yes, Keith too... You like him a lot, uh?” Shiro asked. 

“He’s cool... And it’s fun with him,” Lance said, rubbing one of his eyes with his hand. 

The little boy was starting to be tired. 

“Where is mamá?” Lance asked then, visibly tired.

“She’s at home, waiting for us to bring you back to her,” the Black Paladin answered with a comforting smile. 

“I miss her and my sisters and my brothers...” Lance said with a big yawn. 

“You’ll see them soon,” Shiro lied. 

Lance’s eyes closed then and he fell asleep soon after. Shiro didn’t feel too good with all this situation. They had to bring Lance back to normal. If they didn’t find a way soon, they would probably have to really bring him back to Earth. It was already unsafe for a child his age to be in the Castle on a shop moon. The longer they stayed, the more dangerous it would get. 

-

The next day, the research were fruitless, again. Where had Lance gone to by his own to have ended up in this situation? There was no lead, no hint, nothing... Pidge was getting really annoyed. She was a master when it came to finding things, but she really had no clue. They still hadn’t search all the market, but at this point they would have normally found something, anything! At least, Lance’s condition was stable, but they still had to bring him back to normal. Something was missing, and she would find it!

-

"No!" Lance yelled, furious.

"Shiro will be with you. You can have fun with him," Keith told the young boy before him.

"No, I want to play with Keef!" Lance said, tears filling his huge eyes.

That was bad. Keith had no experience refusing a child's demand. He really wanted to search the market with the others again, like he had been doing for every evening for the past two days. He wanted to participate in getting Lance back to normal, but now a part of him also wanted to stay with Lance.

"Keith, do you mind staying instead of Shiro tonight?" Coran asked.

Keith hesitated.

"Just this time, Little Pilot, " Keith finally agreed, ruflling Lance's hair a bit.

The young boy smiled wide. 

It ended up not being “just this time” afterwards, Lance always requesting Keith as his babysitter.

-

The team had been searching for 6 days now, asking every shop owner if they had seen or talked with a young tan boy with blue eyes. No one had seen him and they had visited every shop there was. This was ridiculous, someone must have lied to them.

Still, Keith remained the assigned babysitter for Lance. He didn't mind. It was fun. It was about 3pm Castle Time, when Lance finally fell asleep for his usual nap. If he didn't sleep in the afternoon, the team had noticed that Lance could become upset easily. And when he was upset, it was awful. He would cry and scream for no reason.

Keith was also on the verge of falling asleep. They were both on the couch. Keith was lying there, Lance on his torso, and watching one of Pidge's few movies from Earth that Lance could also watch. It felt so peaceful. Had his life ever felt so calm and full? Over the past days, he had gotten really attached to the young boy. It felt like he had a little brother. Keith had always been longing for family and connections, even if he was always isolating himself, being also scared of rejection. Shiro had accepted him, being a mentor, and then like an older brother. But Kid Lance had chosen him as his favourite person in the universe, he had said so over the past few days. Keith knew that this Lance wasn't the one he knew before, that he was just a kid who would forget everything almost as soon as he said the words, but it still touched him a lot. He would do anything to protect Lance. Keith's eyes dropped then, and he fell deeply asleep.

-

It had been a few hours, searching every corner of the market again and again. They were starting to feel hopeless. Maybe, they would have to think of the next steps to take. They couldn't remain on the moon shop for too long. Their allowed time was reaching its limit. If they stayed longer, then they would be in too much danger of attracting unwanted attention, which they might have already have.

"Allura, come in!" She suddenly heard Keith's voice through the coms on her earings.

His voice was full of concern, and so was Allura's heart now.

"What is it Keith?" She asked.

Shiro and Coran turned to her, their expressions worried.

"Something's wrong with Lance," he told her.

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Regression (part 10 - END)

Here’s the end of this mini fic!

Thanks for reading!!

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“Why do they look like that?” Lance asked, curious. 

“Because that’s how Alfor created them,” Coran answered. 

“But why cats?” Lance inquired again. 

“Those are lions,” Coran corrected.

“Those are not lions... Lions have hair around their faces,” Lance replied. 

“Not all of them do.”   

“And why are they different colours? Is it because lions have different colours on your planet?” Lance asked. 

Coran liked to talk and explain things, he thought he could handle Lance for a while, but now he was reaching his limits. Lance had been asking questions for almost a whole varga straight, and they weren’t all easy to answer. Right now Number 3′s curiosity surpassed Number 5′s, which was quite the feat. 

“Coran?” Shiro asked, interrupting their endless conversation. 

“Yes, Number 1? Is Allura ready?” Coran asked cheerfully. 

Shiro nodded. 

“Shiro!” Lance said as he ran to Shiro and took his hand. 

They started to make their way to the infirmary. Allura had saved Lance’s life. He wasn’t back to his former age, but he was older. He was four when Allura had saved him. They all thought he would remain this way, and they all only cared that he was alive and that what Allura had done had rejuvenated his health, but the Altean princess had told them that she had felt something strange and that she wanted to test something. She had done the same thing the day after, when her energy level was better. Lance was now five based on Coran’s analysis of Lance’s new health data. 

“These spaceships are so cool! You pilot the black one, right? I want to pilot it too when I’m older!” Lance told Shiro. 

Shiro smiled at that. 

Maybe he would...

-

“Get back down here, you jackass!” Keith yelled at a ten-year-old Lance climbing the Castle’s wall like a reckless kid. 

God, Lance was easier to handle as a child. 

“Come and get me!” Lance teased Keith. 

Keith breathed deeply, he had to calm down or he would hurt him. Then, Lance slipped and tried desperately to find somehting to hold on to, but didn’t. Keith’s heart skipped a beat and he ran for the boy. If Lance got hurt, he would be blamed. 

And he also didn’t want Lance to get hurt, no matter how annoying he could be sometimes. 

He dove forward and caught Lance too close to the ground for comfort. They both fell to the ground and looked at each other with concern right after. Then, they laughed. 

“That was close, don’t do that again, Ok?” Keith asked Lance. 

-

“Lance, you little shit! You’re so gonna regret that!” Pidge yelled as she ran after a twelve-year-old Lance screaming in fear.

They passed by Shiro and Allura who looked confused. Lance, seeing the “parents” of the Castle, hid behind them right away. 

“Please, save me,” he pleaded. 

“What’s going on?” Shiro asked Pidge who was hardly containing herself from ignoring Shiro and Allura and going for Lance’s life. 

“This annoying assh...” Pidge started. 

“Pidge, language,” Shiro cut her, with a warning tone.

“He broke my computer!” She complained then. 

Shiro turned disappointed eyes to a cowering Lance. “Did you?” 

“Sorry?” Lance answered. 

“You can’t do that, Lance. You know I have to ground you now?” Shiro told him. 

“But...” he started with a complaining tone.  

Shiro gave him a reprimanding look. Lance didn’t complain anymore and followed Shiro as he dragged him to the common room so they could have a talk and decide on what Lance could do to repay Pidge. 

-

“It’s so weird,” Lance said. 

“Yeah, I know buddy, you’ve been repeating this for the past varga,” Hunk told him as he prepared dinner. 

“It’s like I’m talking to future you... Is future me handsome?” Lance asked. 

“You’re only 3 years younger, there’s not much change honestly. Though, you’re taller,” Hunk said. 

“Am I taller than Keith?” Lance asked. 

“Yeah,” Hunk replied. 

“Awesome!” Lance replied happily. “What’s even weirder is that I have these added memories in my mind, as if I lived two lives,” Lance said. “Like, no matter how much I feel a strong rivalry when thinking about Keith, I still... I still care a lot about him. Like he was a brother... And I feel the same about you all, but with Keith, it’s kinda stronger... I guess... Is that normal?” Lance asked. 

“Yeah, ‘Keef’ was your favourite when you were younger. You were always like ‘Keef, fly!’ and he would pick you up in his arms and all. You two were super cute,“ Hunk laughed. 

Lance became completely red in embarrassement. Damn younger-self...

-

“How is it to be back?” Keith asked Lance as he arrived on the training deck. 

Lance ended the training sequence right away and joined Keith. 

“It feels awesome! And Hunk lied, I’m definitely more handsome than I was at 17 years old,” he added. 

Keith rolled his eyes. Of course, that was so much a Lance-like thing to say. 

“I was just finished with my training, the training deck is all yours now, Keef,” Lance said, teasing him a bit with the last word. 

Keith growled in annoyance, but smiled anyway. 

“But, hum... Thank you, Keith. I remember what you did a bit, and... and I had a great time with you. You’re a great big brother,” Lance added and then left the room right away. 

Lance’s words really made Keith happy. 

He was glad Lance was back.

~THE END~