She was never meant to be still like this.

She was home after it all, and grateful for that—of course. She was home safe, the world was saved, and her family was reunited. She could get her education and live her life with her hobbies. But everything just got too quiet. It wasn't a problem that was at the forefront of her life, but it nagged at the back of her brain in every gap someone had between points. A person like Pidge wasn't meant to be so stagnant.

Obviously, there was rebuilding and there was aid and there was the Voltron Coalition. But being the youngest, Pidge still wanted to complete at least a high school education. She'd always been smart, so school had never really caused too much trouble. But there had always been that, the next test, the next project. When she got too old to be entertained solely by the day-to-day, she spent her time searching the airwaves for Matt and Sam, but they were home now too. The last years had been thrilling, nose-deep in alien sciences.

And there was still work to be done, Pidge had her scholarships and her schooling, the presentations to give and the studies to oversee as the one person with experience. But that got old fast. She was busy, but not entertained. It wasn't keeping her brain spinning, whirring away with ideas. So she had to resign herself to the most menial tasks. Like now, sat on her floor with wires in her hands, papers held down under her foot, busying her hands just to be intellectually online. It was a home project. Nothing too interesting, but a goal, something she was doing, a science for herself, not just watching from above. It was only reworking her home lighting system to be more effective, intertwining it with some fun tricks and tacts she'd learned 'abroad'.

But it wasn't really enough. It didn't have her chattering away or too fully absorbed to hear the outside world. There was nothing to do. Not yet. All these new alien projects had to be set up and approved. It was almost sad to watch her do something so trivial.