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thebiscuiteternal · 6 years ago

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May I request a fic for your Joitree survives AU? Like her finally waking up perhaps (and then perhaps her realising she isn’t, and will never be fully healed)? Or Lance and Pidge going to open her chamber and suddenly having a very angry, very scared Elakka forcing them away until they learn ‘why’? Either one I’m fine with; no pressure! Love your work!!!

How about a little of everything? :D This is a part one, I’ll have to come back to the rest later.

“Touch that and I’ll break you down for parts!”

Pidge threw herself back from the cryo with a shriek and stumbled into Lance, both of them tumbling back into a shelf of containers that rattled threateningly over them.

“Ow, geez-!” Lance started to say, then raised his head to find himself staring down the barrel of a blaster rifle.

A blaster rifle held in the claws of a diminutive, but very angry alien backed up by the droid that they had passed while checking out the lab. Behind the threatening pair was a second cryo tube that they had apparently missed in their hurry to investigate the first one.

“Get up. Slowly.”

Next to him, Pidge opened her mouth to argue, and then the droid held out its arms, adding two more blasters to its little friend’s rifle.

They did as told.

“You’re going to get away from this cryo, and you’re going to get out of my lab. Now,” the small alien ordered, hands trembling with rage on the blaster.

“But we live here!” Lance did protest then. “We’re Paladins! We’ve got the Princess’s permission and everything!”

Black eyes narrowed and long ears twitched slightly. “Princess? Princess whom?”

“A- Allura,” Pidge said, keeping her hands up. “She and Coran are the only Alteans left in the castle.”

That got an interesting reaction. The alien didn’t put the gun down, nor did she order her droid friend to back off, but she did finally aim it away from Pidge’s chest, her expression turning thoughtful as she looked at the floor for a moment. “Open a comm to Coran.”

“Why do you-”

The rifle snapped back up. “Do it!”

“Okay, okay! I’m putting my hand in my pocket to get it,” Lance said. When that didn’t get any more threats, he pulled out the bracelet and snapped it on. “Uh, Coran? We got a little situation.”

“You all right? You sound a little shaky,” came the tinny little voice over the comm.

“Your cohorts broke into my lab, Klaka.” the stranger said before he could reply. “And if it hadn’t been for my alarm system, they would have broken into Joia’s cryo tube.”

“Elakka? Oh, dear. I’ll be down in just a tic.”

—

The petite alien was sitting in the droid’s hands, Coran was leaning on a workstation, and Lance felt like his knees were going to give out. Glancing over at Pidge, she looked quite pale.

A life-support system.

They’d nearly broken into a life-support system, thinking it was just a regular cryo tube. No wonder the shrimpy- er, Elakka- had nearly taken their heads off.

And she still looked extremely unhappy, what with Coran’s updating history and all. “I’m going to poison every food transport their empire has,” she snarled quietly as she folded her arms, ears twitching.

“A worthy sentiment, but I’m afraid they gave up on their terraforming ships not long after they began taking over planets,” Coran said, reaching over to give his friend a gentle pat on the shoulder. “They’ve gone back to importing everything these days.”

“Tch.”

“Look, um,” Pidge cut in hesitantly. “Is there anything we can do to help with your recovery project? As an apology? We really didn’t mean to...” she made a helpless motion towards the cryo tube.

Elakka made a faint huff, the rigidity in her small body finally easing, and that seemed to take some of the uncomfortable tension in the room with it. “Luckily, I stopped you before you could actually break anything, let alone anything important. But if you really want to help, you could start bringing me samples of plant life that I don’t already have in my database. Anything I haven’t already tested. I can upload the database to your helmets’ computers.”

They both jumped at the chance to make amends. “We’ll do it!”

—

Lance tentatively leaned over Pidge’s shoulder. “How’s it going?” he asked, trying to keep his voice low.

“I don’t think it’s good,” Pidge murmured back.

The cryo had been opened half an hour ago and Coran and Elakka had carefully helped its resident out. But since then…

“Should we go in?”

“I don’t know, they’re just… talking, now,” Pidge said, then they both stiffened when Elakka caught sight of them. They were relieved, however, when she only gave them a look of exasperation and waved them in.

“Joia, these two are the new Paladins Green and Blue chose. Pidge, Lance, this is my mentor and Red’s Paladin, Joitree.”

Lance opened his mouth to correct her wording, but Pidge elbowed him gently as the new Yulnadae blinked up at them.

“Salutations,” Joitree said, slightly unsteady, then squinted at them. “You are both the same species? Fascinating.”

“All of the new Paladins are, Joia.”

“Hm. I might look into the implications of- oh!” trembling claws lost their grip on the cup she was holding, and Lance lunged forward to save it before it could hit the floor. “Thank you,” Joitree said as he handed it to Elakka. “My hands aren’t doing very well.”

And judging by the forlorn expression that had crossed Elakka’s face when he’d given her the cup…

“Um, so, as Elakka’s mentor, you must be a scientist, too, right?” Pidge said, trying to distract from the brief moment of awkwardness.

“Oh, quite, in fact-”

As the two happily engaged in technobabble, Lance kept an eye on Elakka and her reactions. And when Coran came back, he edged over to the Altean. “So… uh… Joitree’s not looking so good, is she?”

Coran sighed softly. “Unfortunately not. Her mind is thankfully as sharp as ever, but her reactions, her motor skills…” He folded his arms, and his expression was no happier than Elakka’s. “Damned shame.”

“She’ll… she’ll still be able to work in the labs, won’t she?”

“Oh, Elakka and Smooshy and I will see to it. We’d never take that away from her. But she’ll be very unhappy to say goodbye to Red. They were two pichis in a pod. It might be for the best, though... she would have hated fighting without Mirje.”

Lance looked back at the others, watched Elakka carefully help her mentor drink, and swallowed painfully in a mimic of the motion. Tried to imagine what it would be like if all the others were gone and he had to say goodbye to Blue because he just… couldn’t anymore. “It’s not fair.”

“It’s not,” Coran agreed. “And that’s one of the many, many reasons we’re fighting.”

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