What the...? (second from the end)


He again awakened at his desk. Well, it was either there or the bed; those
were the only two places he could reach anymore. Those new pains still
hadn’t gone away. Probably more cramps, he thought as he lifted his head.
It was probably expected with all the tumbling and kicks going on inside
him. He heard the beeping sound again. What did that old witch want now?
More blood? More nutrient shots or something? He didn’t care anymore. He
just wanted her to leave him alone!

“What?!” he groaned, pushing the talk button.

“Your Highness?” came a voice that was definitely not Hagar’s. “I’m sorry
sir. Did I call at a bad time?”

Lotor was silent for a minute. “Who is this?” he asked, fighting back
another wave of pain.

“Planet Scout 114 sir. You sent me to gather data on the mines in Faernos.
I just came with my report.”

Lotor rubbed his eyes. Another damn nuisance! “Put...” Wait a minute!
“Where are you?”

“In your waiting room, sire.”

Outside his door?! Lotor thought back. Yes, he had sent out the scout way
before all this happened. He was not under Hagar’s spell! Lotor stood up.
“Then get in here!” he snapped into the intercom.

“Yes sir.” The prince heard the buttons activating the door. The lock
disengaged! The scout could unlock it! Quickly, Lotor made a lunge towards
the door as it opened.

“Ohhh...” Lotor leaned against one of the chairs outside, trying to get
his breath back. He was out! That old witch hadn’t thought about the
scout, he chuckled to himself. Oh, what he going to do to her! He tried to
stand up, but those damn cramps!

“Prince Lotor? Are you all right?”

Have to get out. Have to get out. He couldn’t deal with Hagar now; not
with all those guards under her spell. Lotor clawed on his knees towards
the cabinet to get his swordbelt, which he slung over his shoulder. By this
time, the scout had reached the prince’s side, looking worried. A ship,
Lotor was thinking. An escape ship, that’s what he’d need.

The scout reached out a hand towards Lotor. “Prince...”

Before the scout could get another word out, the prince unsheathed his
sword and placed it to the scout’s neck. “Shut up, you fool, and get me to
an escape ship!”

“But...”

“NOW!!!”

* * *

“That’s how you got off the ship?”

“Yep. That’s how.”

Allura traced her finger along a fine line on Lotor’s muscular abdomen.
“You know, if I didn’t know about it, I wouldn’t even notice the scar.”

Lotor sighed. “I know it’s there.” He smiled slightly and kissed Allura.
“So...”

“What?”

“Wanna get married?”

“You!”

“PLEASE???”

“Lotor, I...I don’t know.” Allura sat up and looked at her hands.

“I’ll behave! Honest!” Lotor stared at the golden locks of her hair.
“Leona likes me,” he offered. “I’m a good father, aren’t I?” He peered
around towards her face. “Don’t you like me? Even a little?”

Allura began to chuckle. “What’s to like?” she teased.

Lotor smiled and crawled over to face her. “My good looks? My charming
disposition? My hair?” With that, he plopped his head into her arms,
allowing his long white mane to fan out over her. “You always like to run
your fingers through my hair, don’t you?”

“Lotor...” Allura was laughing heavily now as her fingers explored the
silky strands.

“And just think; you can do this every day and every night.” He turned his
face towards her and cocked an eyebrow. “And that’s not all either,” he
purred.

“WAAA!!!”

Both Allura and Lotor groaned. As Lotor got up, he chuckled. “The sun’s
already up,” he declared, putting on his robe. “She let us sleep in today.”

“DADA!!!”

“All right, your majesty! Your servant is here to attend to your every
whim.” Allura laughed as she rose to join him.

* * *

“Did you tell Lotor and the princess of our plan?” Coran asked.

“Yes, and they agree with it all,” Dr. Gorma told him. “They’ll both be
over soon. Princess Allura told me that Lotor had a little difficulty
feeding the baby this morning. Took him three shirts and one pair of
pants.”

The door opened to the meeting room. Dr. Gorma and Coran turned to see
Keith, Lance, Hunk and Pidge enter. “Well, it’s showtime,” Coran muttered
under his breath.

* * *

Lotor and Allura arrived just as Coran was finishing spinning the yarn.
“So, you see,” he explained, “Lotor has been staying in the cottage for the
past nine months, recuperating from the concussion and under asylum granted
by the princess.”

“Why was he under asylum?!” Hunk demanded. “He’s the Prince of Doom.”

“I told you. Hagar and Zarkon were fed up with Lotor. They planned to
declare the baby the new heir and do away with the old prince. Lotor knew
he had to escape, but he couldn’t part with the child. So, he took her with
him.”

“It’s hard to believe that Lotor would ever become attached to a baby,”
Lance snorted.

“And the baby was made by Hagar’s magic?”

“In her cloning machine, yes.”

“So, the baby’s staying here, and Lotor’s leaving on the next space
transport, right?” Keith asked hopefully.

“Actually...eh...Lotor’s behavior has been exceptional and...he has no
reason to go back to Doom...”

“He’s NOT staying HERE?!?!” all of them yelled out.

Just then, the door opened, and in walked Allura holding the baby, followed
by Lotor. “Good morning, Your Highness,” Coran said to the princess.

“It is true,” Hunk breathed. He approached the baby. “You’re a mother,
Allura?”

Allura looked down at Leona and smiled. “Yeah, I am.”

A beeping sound was heard coming from a computer on the table. “I’ll just
be a minute,” Coran stated as he went over to check the signal.

Meanwhile, the Voltron force was silent, dumbfounded at the sight. “I told
you,” Pidge declared.

“Gee, I never thought of you as a mother. Uh...no offense, princess,” Hunk
reiterated, “but you just didn’t look like a mother. Well, now you sort of
do.”

“Thanks, Hunk.”

“Heh heh. She’s a cute little girl, isn’t she Keith?”

Keith was now standing near the baby. “Yeah, I...guess.”

“Would you like to hold her, Keith?”

“Uh...well...okay.” Keith took the baby in his hands. “What’s her name?”

“Leona,” Lotor replied.

“I didn’t ask you,” Keith growled. “YEOUCH!!!” Leona had decided to grab
a fistful of his black hair and give it a mighty yank. “You little...”
Leona giggled and gave another tug.

Lance started laughing. “Looks like she’s got a mischievous streak in her,
Keith. Probably from Dad over there.”

Keith had finally worked Leona’s fingers off of his hair. It must have
upset her. “WAAAAAAAA!!!!” All present in the room with free hands
immediately plugged their ears.

“Sounds like she’s got her dad’s temper, too,” Hunk yelled over the noise.

“DADAAA!” Leona bawled at the top of her lungs.

“Here. Give her to me,” Lotor offered.

“Now, wait! I don’t think she should be given to that evil...”

“WAAAAA!!!!”

“All right! HERE!” Keith passed the wailing baby to the prince, who
immediately took to comforting her. Soon, her sobs subsided and were
replaced with cheerful babble.

“Dada!” Leona said happily.

“It’s always ‘Dada.’ Why can’t you ever cry for Mama?”

“Dada!”

“Okay, fine. Just be that way, you little shrimp.” The baby squealed in
delight as Lotor tickled her.

“Whoa! The kid likes him!”

“Can we get back to the business at hand?” Keith questioned. “Now, why
should we ever allow Lotor to stay here?”

“Leona needs her father!” Allura protested. “Look how much she cares...”

“Your Highness?” Coran interrupted her. “I think everyone needs to hear
this.”

“Hear what?”

“It’s a...a message...it just came in.”

“From whom?”

“From....Queen Hagar.”
(????)
Kat
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