Lance, after everything he'd been through decided to settle down in life. No more dangerous battles and futuristic technology. It was fun, a dream for most to experience something such as what he had. But it was a lot, emotionally and physically it was a lot. So, Lance decided to become a farmer, spend more time with his family and enjoy the slow passage of time. Enjoy every day as if it were something special. It was to him, after so many near death experiences of both himself and his friends. Of course, there was also Allura's death which was not easy on him. It wasn't easy on anyone in the Voltron team.

One night, when Lance is sitting on the poarch of his families home, drinking a beer and watching the nights moon rise and sun fall he sees a flash in the distance. Then a loud noise, one of an engine. Then it stops, infront of him. A sleek red motorcycle stopped before him, on it was a man, just barely shorter than himself, dressed in mostly black. Those leather gloves he remembers oh-so-well pull off the helmet. A firmiliar face coming to greet him with a smile. Dark eyes, a scar on the right cheek and that awful black mullet. It was Keith, no mistaking it.

"Hey," Lance says, a mix of stun and soft conversationalism in his tone. It sounded like they talked every day, as if they hadn't been out-of-contact for three years. Maybe it's because of everything they'd been through together, you never quite forget someone you're so deeply bonded with. It was like that with everyone from the Voltron team, but...it was something different with Keith too. Like not seeing him for three years didn't drop him out of that tight-knit friendship.