Voltron/Doctor Who Crossover
Doctor Keith x Compain Lance
“I don't want to use you as a substitute.”
The Doctor's voice was firm and sure, almost cold, as he stopped frantically fiddling with the levers and buttons of the TARDIS and turned to face him.
He stared at Lance, his purple eyes dark and deep, mysterious and tired like those of an old man or someone who has lived too much.
Lance had laughed when the Doctor told him he was nine hundred years old, but he was starting to believe it.
(He would die for those eyes.)
One trip and then I'll take you home, the Doctor had told him.
It was a gift. Thanks for saving him from aliens who wanted to kill him for revenge. An accident, according to Lance. He was just in the wrong place, but at the right time.
Just one trip, because Lance had a life on Earth, a family. He had to finish his year at the Garrison and become a pilot.
The Doctor had tried, but Lance hadn't wanted to leave, even after nearly dying twice and nearly being killed by stone statues of angels.
He enjoyed traveling with the Doctor, through time and space, seeing worlds that were no more and dying stars.
It was everything he had ever dreamed of and more.
And maybe, deep down, he was starting to have feelings for the Doctor, feelings he couldn't confess.
Because Lance wasn't Shiro, the former traveling companion that the Doctor occasionally mentioned with a nostalgic look full of pain, even though he had taken his place.
Lance didn't ask him who that friend was. But he knew that certainly, Shiro was much more than a friend for the Doctor. He doesn't need to ask, because the answer was only one and so obvious that it hurt.
If Lance wasn't a replacement, he was still something very similar. He should feel insulted.
With the Doctor, he had the whole universe and time at his disposal.
"You…you are important to me."
Silence. Then suddenly, "How about we go to see Shakespeare?"
Seeing his rare smile, almost an apology, Lance could only smile back, and say yes.
He will always say yes to the Doctor.
