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Surprise

@quichekolgate I did manage to write Keith’s birthday fic XD I’m surprised, this is the most I’ve written in a month or so and most of those are due to you! I’m working on Total Eclipse tonight and can hopefully have another chapter up tomorrow (I will also try to get to Red Scales, Blue Eyes for @littleduckbigquack cause I need to stay up until 8 am tomorrow morning to prep for a graveyard which means shit is gonna get done!)

The room was dark with small purple lights to see with. Keith would never understand the Galra’s obsession with purple but it seemed to be a genetic thing. He was on a twin bed with gray sheets with the bottom half tucked uniform tight under the mattress. He gets why there’s not a window, but he wishes he had one. He would be able to distract himself with made up constellations like when Shiro had left for kerberos. Instead, Keith gazed up at the ceiling with empty eyes. Kolivan had insisted on him returning for some basic training and had sent him ahead. The whole trip, Keith had been running the last few missions through his head wondering what he might have done wrong.

“Keith! What are you doing?!”

The mission before the soldier...that couldn’t possibly be it...

“Keith” Kolivan’s voice came from the intercom in the room. “Please join me in the training area.”

With a sigh, Keith jumped up and slipped into his blade suit.

His heart rate picked up slightly as he remembered the last time he wore this suit. He had never considered death to heavily before. He had never really considered an end in general before. Even when it looked like they would met their demise at the hand of Zarkon almost a year ago, a small voice in Keith whispered comfort and defiance at the cards fate dealt. It scared him that, in the moment, every fiber of his being believed in Kolivan’s, the Blades, mantra. Victory, or death.

What would the team say? Did they know? Did they care?

Victory...or death…

The halls of the base where lowly light, the galra eyes being sensitive to bright lights. While Keith was better adjusted now, when he first came to the base a few months ago he stumbled around the halls and his room. Kolivan offered a small flashlight that Keith kept in his suit in case of emergencies. His mask has had special adjustments for night vision for missions since though. So the light situation wasn't a large problem anymore.

Keith noticed the lack of Blades that he passed. None, to be exact. While it wasn't an uncommon occurrence to be alone in the halls, something about today left a charge in the air. His ears picked up on the small hum of the ship and the breath of life support. But not one blade. Keith subconsciously reached for his blade, he made his footsteps light and evened out his breath. His ears strained to hear any kind of life, enemy or not, as his mask covered his face.

He approached the training room door, debating the likelihood of ambush, and reached for the door panel.

The door swished open and Keith tumbled into the room with his blade ready for the fight. The supposedly missing blade members were waiting for him in a semicircle, fully decked out in their battle suits. Red paper mache streamers were awkwardly hung on the ceiling in weird crisscrosses and tangles. There was a banner that had his name in a rigid print and a misspelled “happy birthday” to match. The mock mines that they used for training simulations were up at the ceiling with cords attached in a manner that looked akin to balloons. Kolivan stood in the middle with his scowl on his face and a block in his hands. Keith straightened up and took in the whole scene. “Um...weren’t we training?”

“Surprise.” Kolivan said, an echo from the blade behind him. “We have been informed that this is a special earth holiday and have been asked to deliver ‘gifts’ to you.”

Keith looked again at the block in Kolivan’s hands. It was red with a white letter on top and was about the size of one of Kolivan’s hands. “Um...thanks…” he reached for the block, but Kolivan pulled it back.

“We were informed that there are ‘party games’ that you must play in order to get them.” Kolivan said, passing the block to a fellow blade who placed it on a pedestal at the end of the room.

“...What kind of games?”

The first game was called “yup yup yuppers” which Keith guessed was a space duck duck goose. And while it was weird to see the members of the blade with hands the size of Keith's forearm or larger sitting criss-cross-applesauce, the weirdest and most terrifying part came with when someone was dubbed “yupper”. They insisted on Keith going first, deciding to be quick about sitting down again, he picked a blade with larger feet and bolted. Now, he may have been a bit rusty on the rules of duck duck goose, but he was pretty sure that you weren't supposed to cut through the circle with a weapon fully extended and tackle the other player to the floor and pinning them.

Anytime Keith did manage to avoid being pinned, he was almost immediately chosen as Yupper again.

The second game was musical chairs. It didn't seem like there was a huge miscommunication on this one, however, the blades weren’t swimming in music so they marched to some distorted version of pre-schoolers singing ring around the rosie. It was as creepy as it sounds...Another major difference was that in order to get the chair, the blades were a little rough. Keith watched as one blade air kicked another from the side and out of the chair. Keith and Kolivan where the last two standing. It turned more into a stern staring contest for the duration of the chorus. When the music stopped, Kolivan sat down and Keith accepted his defeat. No matter how determined he was, there were was no way he would ever get a man twice his size to budge.

The last game was hide and seek. Which, in general, was very hard with an espionage group. The entire base was a hunting ground for Keith to look through. Many hiding in the pipe work and nooks and crannies of the base. Keith took nearly the whole day to literally comb every inch of the secret base. And while some wouldn’t admit it, Keith was sure that they used some of their space pocket tech to hide themselves. Like the other games, the Blades were horribly aggressive in their capture and made Keith work for every single member.He found Kolivan last, he knows he did because Kolivan did a headcount of the other blade members and even sent Keith out looking for more that didn’t exist while he did it.

Once Keith had come back, one hundred percent sure that he had, in fact, found every single Blade on the ship, Kolivan handed over the box and sent him back to his quarters for the rest of the evening. He collapsed on the bed when he got there. Setting the box on the floor before face planting into the pillow. In the silent hum of the ship, Keith began wondering how exactly the Blade had found out about earth games, albeit wrong though they were.

He reached for the box on the floor, and peeled off the letter on top. He sat up and readjusted the light from the panel in reach of his bed. Carelessly, he ripped open the envelop and watched a small handful of coins fall out. Confused, he pulled the paper out and watched a few more stray coins fall out before unfolding it.

It was a letter:

Dear Keith,

Mullet

Number Three

Keith

Shiro said it was your birthday (or as close as I can figure out in space…) and while it's unacceptable to be so far away from home on such a special day we understand why, and hope that you’ll come visit soon for a proper party. I personally am excited to play this twister with you that the other paladins have explained to me. It has been quiet here without you, Lance hasn’t argued with anyone for over a week and I think he’s a bit pent up. Reasons aside, we miss you dearly, even Kaltenecker seems to have lost a little kick.

When you come back, I’ll have to introduce you to my brother! I think you’ll really like Matt, he’s living with us at the castle of lions for now and he’s been looking for someone to challenge him at the simulator and who better than our red paladin himself? So you better come home eventually.

Until then, we’ve left the Blades with some instructions on party games for you guys to play and a cake that I made! (We spent weeks working on it so I hope the flavors right!:D) which is another reason we’ll add to the list we’re apparently making to why you should come home beyond the obvious “we miss you and want to see you again”.

Come home soon, Mullet. I know we’ve all been stressed with missions and saving the universe, but that doesn’t mean you’re less of a star in our eyes.

Happy Birthday! We’ll see you soon!

Lance

Pidge/Matt

Hunk

Allura

Coran

P.S. When you get back. I really do want to talk to you about that last mission...Matt told me what you were going to do and I plan to hug the shit out of you when you get back. I fought too hard to see you again for you to just leave like that. I know their motto is victory or death, but what good is a dead soldier in the long run? Especially when he knows he can do more.

Please come home on two feet, hell they don’t even have to be yours, just make sure your heart’s still beating.

Love, Shiro

Keith would eat the cake tomorrow as he considered when he could go back to the team, or at least let them know their gifts had been received. Until then, he had a night to finally break down and process how unprepared he was to simply leave.

Maybe he could call the team tonight.

Can someone please tell me why people hate Sven? For god sake, he took a bullet for Lance, anyone who saves my son’s life is freaking amazing.

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