Hey guys! Along with Waiting for You being pre-Voltron, I decided to write this as kind of a post-Voltron. I decided to go ahead and start this since I probably can't update in a few days. Anyway, hope you enjoy, questions and comments are greatly appreciated, and thanks for reading!

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Keith's POV:

It wasn't supposed to be this way. Lance had never hid the thought of giant parades welcoming the courageous Paladins of Voltron back to Earth. We saved the entire universe, give us some credit!

But no, that's not exactly what happened. Actually, rather the opposite.

Allura and Coran had decided they wanted to rebuild Altea, but they let us keep the Lions, and thank goodness too. Nothing like five giant robotic lions flying to Earth. There's definitely nothing threatening about that...

Anyway, we split. Lance decided to go back to his family, and I couldn't blame him. Hunk wanted to tour the world with his family and try all new food. Pidge, well, they were reluctant to return without their father, but them and Matt decided to not make Mrs. Holt worry anymore.

Shiro, he wasn't sure where to go, so he thought he'd return to his old home, far north, away from the academy, and kind of start over with his life. I had started to argue that solitude probably wasn't the best, but in the end, it was his choice, and I left him to it.

I went back to my home in the desert. I wanted to find out who my mother was, why I was part Galra. At least I wasn't some freaky hybrid and could still blend in with society.

Except that's not what happened, at all.

Just as I landed Red a few dozen feet from my house, I froze. Something, was just off.

I had started to hate when I was right.

The alarms in the cockpit went off, as the entire Red Lion shook.

"Red, what's wrong?!" I demanded, nearly thrown from my pilot's chair. Projections of damage on her left side answered my question.

I turned, and spotted the military tanks and helicopters speeding towards us.

"Guys, I've got a problem! I need help!" I yelled to the others through Red's internal communications system. I was expecting Shiro's calm voice to sum up the situation, Hunk crying, Pidge making calculations, or even Lance's cocky and idiotic comments.

All I got was screaming. Hunk was crying too, no surprise. They all looked so shaken up, especially Lance. He was so shocked, like his world was shattering. Now that surprised me.

"Let me guess, army's after you too?" I questioned as Red and I took off galloping across the flat desert of southwest North America.

"Why would they attack us--?" Pidge demanded.

"This can't be happening!" Lance rambled, really freaking out. "This can't be happening! Where's the parades, the glory?!" Keith couldn't help but smile at the Latino's voice cracks before Red shook from another missile hit.

"Well, we kind of flew giant robotic Lions, practically alien warships, to a planet that has no experience with extraterrestrial life forms," Pidge pointed out. "Remember how they responded to Shiro's escape pod--?"

"Let's just form Voltron and leave!" Hunk pleaded.

"No, we just got here!" Lance argued. "I've missed Earth all this time! I don't think I can leave again!"

"Shiro?" I prompted.

"Hang in there, try to make peace--" Shiro started before his image disappeared. One by one, the others' video feeds went away, turning to fuzz and static.

"Looks like we're on our own, Red," I muttered to the lion. Then I spotted the Garrison vehicles, the ones that really could do some damage to us.

"Go, Red!" I urged, firing up the rear thrusters. "Go! Go!"

We sped along faster, dodging missile after missile, explosion after explosion. A Garrison vehicle shot a weird spherical missile, that landed right in front of Red's front paws.

Instead of exploding though, it sent electricity all through my lion, draining our power and deactivating all systems. No matter what I did or could do, Red tumbled to the ground, leaving a giant mushroom-shaped plume of sand, and a huge crater from the momentum.

I stumbled out of Red's mouth, bayard in hand, but was too dizzy from the crash to put up much of a fight.

Why are there so many of them? I asked myself, the dozens of soldiers with their guns aimed looking more like hundreds the way everything was spinning.

My head pounded. I felt ready to throw up. Every muscle hurt from the crash.

I collapsed to the sand beside my lion, my heavy eyelids closing and welcoming the darkness.