A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the longer wait than usual. My muse has been having tons of ideas for everything BUT this. That being said, I was able to crank this chapter out anyway. Cause you guys are awesome and shouldn't have to wait.

As usual, I've responded to all comments through DM! Thank you all for the kind words! You're all so sweet!

Also, I mentioned this on my Early Risers story, but if you haven't read that, I'm considering setting up a Voltron fanfiction writing swap/prompt/challenge thing, so let me know if you're interested!

Also also, I realized I hadn't been putting disclaimers and, while I feel like it's clear, I'm just gonna put it cause I'm paranoid: I have no ownership over any of the characters, places, or anything relating the the show Voltron.

Anyway, here it is! Final chapter!

Enjoy!

Edit: This full story has officially been revised. The others will be shortly. (; Thanks to Seeking7 for being so thorough!


A tear slipped down Pidge's cheek and Lance stopped shaking her. "Pidge?" Noticing that she seemed to be coming back to awareness, he took his hand off her shoulder and started running his fingers through his hair. Lance worked to calm his breathing, a horrified expression on his face. "Quiznak, Pidge. Don't do that. That was terrifying."

Pidge wiped the tear off her cheek, still lost in what she had just experienced. "Sorry."

Lance's breaths slowed and he softened his tone. "What just happened, Pidge?" His eyes bore into her, and she could clearly see how scared he had been.

She looked away, not wanting to see the pain that she had caused. "I don't know," she said, then added. "A memory."

Lance's eyebrows knitted together. "A memory? Of what?"

Pidge shifted uncomfortably, just like any other time she had to talk about Matt. But she had just scared him to death. She owed him an explanation. "Matt," she said, voice barely audible, but Lance heard it.

His face morphed into one of sympathy. "Oh, sorry Pidge. I didn't mean to..." He trailed off when Pidge started shaking her head.

"It wasn't your fault. Just... something you said reminded me of a time he said the same thing." A time when he was here.

Lance looked down too, seemingly unsure of how to phrase his next words. "Do you– Do you have those often? The... memories?"

Pidge rubbed at her arm, equally unsure of how to respond. "Not..." She sighed and suddenly looked impossibly tired. "Not when I'm awake."

They spent a moment both staring at the ground, trying to figure out what to say. Finally, Lance looked up. "Do you want to talk about it?" He asked with uncertainty.

Pidge shrugged and, after a moment's hesitation, nodded. She wasn't sure if it would help, but she figured it had to at least be worth a try.

"My brother... We were always so close. Then he got accepted into the Garrison, and it really hit me that he was going to leave me and go on missions. I was really proud of him for getting in, though, I knew he had worked hard on this, so I didn't mention anything. Months went by and I got used to it. It would take a long time of training for Matt to even qualify for a mission. Eventually, I stopped worrying about it and felt secure again." Pidge smiled softly at the thought.

Lance listened quietly, aware that Pidge didn't normally talk about this kind of stuff.

Biting her lip, Pidge continued. "We had a system. Everyday after school, we would meet up halfway and walk home together. It took about an hour to walk home, but we didn't mind. It ensured a chance to talk. The time always went by fast." She laughed lightly. "He'd always say stuff like 'when you get into the Garrison' and 'I can't wait to show you'. He had so much faith in me. I could do anything in his eyes." Huffing, her gaze fell. "Obviously he was wrong..."

Lance opened his mouth to protest but Pidge continued before anything could come out. "Anyways, one day while walking to our meeting spot, I was stopped by some jerk trying to steal my money."

Lance's eyes widened and she quickly added "Matt arrived before anything happened."

Taking a deep breath, she pursed her lips and fixed her gaze to a spot on the couch. "'Not on my watch…' That's what he said when he stepped in between us."

Pidge could see guilt flash behind Lance's eyes. "It wasn't your fault. Anything probably could have triggered it. But that memory..." She sighed. "I remember being so scared of what could have happened to him. I was so proud when I arrived with the police and thought I had saved him. But that night, his bruises started showing and I realrealized I'd failed. I never wanted to feel that way again, so I swore to myself that I'd always protect him."

Her voice began to warble. "But look at me now. It's been over a year and all I've learned is that he's been kidnapped by an evil alien race who could be torturing him this very second!" Tears streamed down her cheeks and suddenly the anger drained out of her. She put a hand to her head, leaning against it. "Some protector I am, huh?"

Suddenly she felt warm arms wrap around her and for a millisecond, it felt like it was Matt. But she knew that wasn't true.

"You can't do that to yourself." Lance's voice was softer and more genuine than Pidge had ever heard it. She didn't know how to respond and, wrapped in his embrace, Pidge felt her control on her emotions leave completely. She missed her family so much. Her dad who, to her knowledge, is being forced to work for the Galra. Her mother, who probably thought she was dead. And her brother. Her best friend. Her idol. Who she had no idea where he was or what he was going through.

People always describe missing someone like having a missing part in your heart, but Pidge felt more like her heart was trying to rip free from her heart and find Matt. She sympathized with it. All she wants to do is find her family, but no matter how hard she tries, she never gets any closer.

Lance started rubbing circles on the small of her back, quietly muttering assurances to her. Once her shaking had stopped, he started speaking again, still holding her. "You know, I have an older sibling too. She sounds a lot like Matt. Smart, brave, protective..." His voice had a faraway tint to it.

Pidge could feel Lance's chest expand as he took a deep breath and let it out slowly before continuing. "And I know that if I were in your situation, she would kick my butt for even thinking like that. He pulled Pidge up and looked into her eyes. "Something tells me Matt would feel the same."

Pidge let out a half laugh, half sob. "I know. I just..." She put a hand up to mouth, shaking her head as she failed to form the words.

Lance gently grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from her mouth. "I know," he said, and his words held so much pain that, for the first time, she realized how much Lance was suffering too.

Looking down at their hands, Pidge asked, "How do you do it?"

Lance looked genuinely confused. "Do what?"

"Be so... happy all the time," Pidge said, biting her lip.

Lance shrugged heavily. "I'm not. But I try not to dwell on it too much. Besides, we get to see a lot of good around us too." He smiled at Pidge, squeezing her hand. "Everyday, we're doing crazy, amazing, impossible things. Things I never would have even dreamed could happen." He looked her in the eye, face hopeful. "And I think, if we can do all this, then what's going to stop us from doing those other things? Why couldn't we return home to our families? Why couldn't we save your brother? It may take time, but we've done the impossible before." There was a pause, and he looked away, shrugging one shoulder. "At least, that's how I think about it."

Pidge threw her arms around his middle, holding him tight. After a slight moment of surprise, Lance melted into the embrace.

"Thank you," Pidge said, her voice muffled by Lance's shoulder.

"Anytime, Pidge," Lance replied, giving her a squeeze.

They stayed there for a moment, basking in the comfort each other provided. Eventually, Pidge pushed away. Wiping at her face, she laughed nervously. "Sorry for slobbering all over your shirt."

Lance tried to look offended, but his smile ruined it. "You should be!" He exclaimed playfully, screwing his face up into one of mock disgust.

Pidge playfully shoved him, laughing. "Shut up."

Lance's smile turned into a grin. "So, what do you say I get changed and we take another stab at this level?"

Pidge returned the grin, a spark in her eyes. "Oh, heck yeah! And this time, there's no way we'll lose!"

Lance laughed at her excitement and left to change his shirt, leaving Pidge to ponder everything that just happened. Lance was right. Why couldn't she save her family?

A moment later, Lance reappeared, a grin still set on his face. He plopped down on the couch next to her. "You ready?"

Pidge grabbed her remote, face set in determination. "They're going down."


Wow, can't believe it's over! I know it's only been a month, but this feels almost like finishing an initiation into the fanfic writer world.

So, that being said, I'm sure some of you are wondering what I work on next. Well, I've already written a fic that's just a quick, fun, badbutt!Pidge and another super angsty one that may turn into a longer fic, so those will most-likely be posted somewhat soon. In addition to that, I have lots of ideas that will be posted eventually. If you guys have any thoughts on what I should write, let me know!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! Leave me a review if you want to make my day. XD

You guys are amazing!

-Sakarrie (: