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Lance should have known that nothing was going to go his way, from the moment of that failed simulation, the whole “bonding” thing, Pidge saying some weird alien chatter stuff about some “ Voltron ” and then to add even more icing to the cake ( a very ugly and deformed cake, mind you ) Takashi Shirogane ( his freaking hero! ) alive after crashing some alien ship near Garrison and then subsequently saving him ( with that no good mullet Keith ) and now stuck inside ( with said Keith! ) in some rusty, close to falling apart, cabin waiting for Shirogane to wake up.
Actually, scratch that .
He should have known everything was going off the rails the moment he saw those dreaded two lines from the white device that came in a ( super misleading! ) blue box.
Because there is definitely nothing worse than being a fugitive than being a pregnant fugitive .
It's not that Lance didn't want to have kids! No, señor , he loves kids! He's Lancey Lance! The most favorite uncle of all his nieces and nephews!
It's just. He's seventeen ! He's way too young to have kids ! He can barely take care of his own! He can't take care of- of- another human life! A babies life!
Not only that! How is he supposed to explain it to him -
( Breathes mingle together, sounds of skin slapping against each other, the bed creaking from the rough moments coming from the pair.
Lance was on cloud nine; he couldn't think; all he could feel was the never-ending pleasure of the appendage inside of him, never stopping, never ending.
“You seem to be liking it a bit too much, aren't you McClain..?” his partner says. His voice was rough, trying to show nonchalance to the sight of Lance losing himself but failing miserably. Lance didn't answer; he circled his hands around his shoulders and gripped hard, enough to leave indents and scratches on the back of his partner.
“Haah, mmm, please, please please please don't stop-ah” Lance whimpered, his hands raking down his partners back, leaving a trail of red scratches. “please, please R-”)
OKAY! Enough! No more thinking of that! Lance quickly buried that memory straight down where he could lock it behind a key and the other three locks before his face betrayed him.
Back to his dilemma, he should have known nothing was going to go right the moment the morning sickness began about three weeks after the act and the fact that he was tired all the time. Not only that, he should have known when he missed his period .
He never misses his period.
There were a lot of things Lance was grateful for, but one thing he wasn't grateful for was his unwanted subscription to Satan’s waterfall; there weren't even any terms and conditions beforehand!
At least he was slightly glad that was the only thing he really had to worry about. No squeaky voice, or huge gallons on his chest, or being freaking short-
Lance had great genetics, which made it so much easier when it came to transitioning; all he had to do was cut his hair and bind his chest a little, and boom he was officially Lance.
He had always been too broad for a girl, even when he was young, always the tallest of all the girls, even some guys, and he wasn't blessed in the chest area. His father's genes ended up being too strong ( or, in his opinion, Rachel had stolen all his “feminine” looks in the womb, he was glad, but what a bitch for real), so he was glad that all he really had to do was just change his name.
One thing that would never leave, however… his damn uterus. Which supposedly bleed every single month except that month after sleeping with-
“Ughhh,” Lance groaned, slapping his hand over his mouth as sudden nausea rocked his body. Hunk and Pidge, who were seated on the couch next to him, also waiting for Shiro to wake up, looked at him quizzically.
“Uhh Lance, buddy, you alright?” Hunk asked, the ever-sweetheart, truly, Lance didn't deserve him at all, which made the feeling of guilt even heavier. Hunk has been with him through thick and thin; they always tell each other everything! Hunk knows he's trans! But for some reason, every time he tries to bring up the fact that he was- was- you know- he couldn't! His tongue dried up, and his mouth refused to open. Lance knows Hunk would try and help, but he wouldn't want to put that responsibility on him. It's his own fault that he's pregnant.
“I'm- I'm alright buddy- I just-” Lance stuttered a bit, not knowing what to say, and as he saw Hunk’s eyes start to narrow in suspicion, he quickly looked for a way out. “Yo! Mullet! We're the restroom here, you gotta have a restroom, right?”
Keith, who had been looking at his weird, insane clue board ( it was literally a clue board like the ones in the movies, Lance would have never pegged Keith Kogane as a conspiracy theorist- ) turned to look at Lance with an annoyed look on his face. “For the last time, my name is not ‘ Mullet ’ it's Keeeeith .”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say mullet! Anyways, bathroom?”
Keith sighed before pointing towards the hallway next to the wall he had been standing on, “Third door on the right.”
“Thank you! I almost thought you didn't have a bathroom! I would have called you disgusting.” Lance said with a chuckle and walked his way down the hallway, not before hearing Keith mumble to himself, ‘why wouldn't I have a toilet….?’
And just as quick, the nausea came back. He leaned against the wall and a mantra of don't throw up repeated itself throughout his head. He took a deep breath, let it sit, and exhaled. He brought his hand up to his stomach, where he felt a barely there bump; it could even be mistaken for fat. This was his first time touching it. It almost felt like a confirmation of something he had wanted to avoid. He wanted at least some doubt that maybe it was all in his head… but he knew better. There was something in his stomach ( not quite a something but more of a some one - ) he let his hand rest on his stomach.
“I can do this. I can. I always have. Just… don't kill your dad right now, baby…” Lance whispered to himself before pushing himself away from the wall and continuing his route to the restroom. Which, as he had predicted, landed with him on his knees, throwing his guts out of whatever they had for dinner the night before in the Garrison.
Maybe the baby would end up just as stubborn as he was… it was already showing it after all.
Coming back to the living room and pretending he didn't puke his guts out was hard. He spent a good ten minutes on the toilet wanting to die and then spent another ten minutes making himself look presentable . He tried his best with his hair, but the pale look on his face and red eyes couldn't really be changed, but Lance wasn't charismatic for nothing!
He walked into the living room and found only Pidge and Hunk there, talking between themselves and looking relatively calm for being fugitives on the run. He noticed that Keith was missing.
“Where's the mullet?” Lance questioned, sitting beside his spot by Hunk. Pidge looked at him unimpressed, ignoring his question and answering with a snark in his voice. “We thought you died in there with how long you were inside.”
Lance smirks, "Well, you see Pidge, when you have a gorgeous face like mine-” “Pff, hardly-” “Time makes perfect!”
He continued completely ignoring Pudge's quip and only sent a dazzling smile his way. He saw Pidge roll his eyes at him but was betrayed by the amused smile on his lips, convinced by his excuse.
Hunk, on the other hand, looked at Lance with a raised eyebrow, knowing exactly that Lance was deflecting, giving him a once-over, but seeing that he was relatively unharmed, just smiled at him back, “Keith's outside with Shirogane; he woke up while you were in the restroom.”
“Huh, already? Thought it would take more time with how deep he was with whatever they had injected him with, especially with that freaky metal arm he has now, like, no way he had that before, right?” Lance said. Turning around on the sofa and peeking behind the curtain of the window that had been behind them, he saw two figures standing on top of a mount of sand. It was obvious who was who considering one of them was built like a brickhouse. “I tell you, dudes, the aliens did something to him.
“Okay! Just because the guy came down from a seemingly alien spaceship and came down with a metal arm that doesn’t really abide by the laws of engineering doesn’t mean the guy actually met aliens and prove their existence-” Lance sent a look to Hunk who backed down on his argument, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Seeing Hunk’s shaken form, Lance quickly sat back down and nudge Hunk on the side, “Hey, no worries, man, anyways, we got bigger fish to fry! Like the fact that we are now international fugatives!”
Pidge gave him a coarse look, “Uh, that is so wrong, they probably didn’t even know it was us… there is a higher chance they put us up as missing instead-”
“AH AH AH,” Lance interrupted, putting his hand over Pidge’s mouth, practically over Hunk’s lap to reach the tiny guy. “You’re taking the fun out of it- and before you even try , I have four siblings, so try and lick my hand, and see how much I budge.”
Lance glared at Pidge, practically daring him to even try. Lance grew up with four siblings, all older than him ( although Rachel was only five minutes older than him but she wouldn’t NEVER let him forget it ), so he has some valuable skills in his pocket. Such as not being grossed out by a lot of things because when it’s yours, you lick it! Being an expert on knowing the exact half of something… you would never let your sibling have more than you! He’s the youngest out of the McClain siblings; he had to survive somehow . Especially surviving Veronica…
“We are all officially fugatives! What should our big crime group be named! Oh oh oh! I know! Lance’s Stars! Or or-”
Pidge groaned as he heard the vastly more ridiculous names that Lance came up with ( which were in fact actually super awesome ). Hunk just laughed, already used to Lance’s eccentricity; every now and then he even gave his own input on names, which just made Pidge groan even louder.
Yep, everything was coming up better. In fact, Lance could positively say everything was bound to go great.
Everything was not going great.
Lance expected something more of a, “I’m so sorry you guys got involved in this situation, you kids can go back and ignore everything that happened here” or maybe plan to help Shiro escape from the US and get a plane to Cuba to live the rest of his days there ( Lance was the most on board with this idea; in fact, he could have gotten him a ticket there fast, no charge! He knows some people who owe him favors. )
But no. They weren’t. They were going to follow some weird tummy feeling that Keith has been feeling to the middle of fuck ass desert ( Lance can take the heat no problem, but he rather whine about it to annoy Keith). Not only that, this “Voltron” thing Pidge had been talking about before was supposedly a legit thing now and it was connected to the icky tummy feeling Keith had “felt”.
( Lance ignored the feeling in his own stomach of something pulling him, calling out to him, telling him to search search searchsearchsearchcomefindmemypaladin -)
He wanted to reject the idea, not because he didn’t want to, but because he could tell this was going to change something . Something was going to happen if they went down to that cave. He couldn’t risk it, not when he has… a baby to worry about.
He doesn’t know much about babies, but when Lisa, his sister-in-law, got pregnant, it had been hard. She couldn’t do much at the risk of doing or hurting the baby. And when his aunt, Rosa, was pregnant, she got into a car accident and got hurt badly, and she had lost the baby, and he remembers how much it had devastated her.
He doesn’t know what he’ll do with the baby yet—if he’ll give it away or if he’ll keep it… but for now… he couldn’t bear doing something reckless ( like he always did ) and having the blood of the baby on his hands.
But like everything. It was never going his way.
He was outnumbered.
Guess they’re going down to that cave then.
Great.