After the war, when Voltron disbanded and the universe finally took a breath of peace, each Paladin found their own path. For Pidge, the endless curiosity about biology, robotics, and the blurred line between machine and life led them into medicine. Engineering a robot was one thing, but keeping a human body alive? That was the ultimate challenge.
Now, Pidge Holt stood in scrubs, hair still messy as ever, lab coat half-buttoned, lecturing a fresh wave of interns.
"No one holds a scalpel until I’m so happy I’m Mary Quznaking Poppins," Pidge declared with all the seriousness of a commanding officer.
The room went dead silent. One intern coughed. Another whispered, “Is that… protocol?” Pidge adjusted their glasses. “It is now.”
It became the running joke of the department: Holt’s Law. No scalpels without absolute confidence.
During breaks, the other doctors would gather in the lounge to scroll their tablets or sip coffee. Pidge? They’d sprawl across an unused hospital bed, reading a textbook that looked heavier than most people’s entire college workload.
“Do you ever take a normal break?” one of the nurses asked, peeking at the dense diagrams in Pidge’s book.
Pidge just grinned, flipping a page. “Relaxation is relative.”
But beneath the humor and quirks, there was a seriousness to Pidge’s presence. When a critical patient was rushed in—broken bones, failing organs, chaos everywhere—Pidge’s entire demeanor shifted. They moved with calm precision, voice steady, hands unwavering. They remembered every battle scar, every moment in the cockpit, every time someone’s life had hung in the balance. This wasn’t just a job. It was war all over again—but this time, victory meant saving lives, not ending them.
At night, when the halls quieted down, Pidge would sometimes stare out the hospital window at the stars. They missed the hum of Voltron, the banter of their team. But they also knew that what they were doing now was just as important.
"Protect the universe," Shiro had once said. And Pidge was still doing it—just on a smaller, more human scale.