Subj: Uh...?
Date: 11/6/99 8:02:22 PM Central Standard Time
From: dr_kat@hotmail.com (Kat G.)
To: DenubianTales@listbot.com

Denubian Tales - http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Nebula/6551/

Don't crucify me for this story. I was in a VERY weird mood when I started
writing it.

There's some profanity, and one very odd situation...



















Uh...?


A disturbance had occurred in Arusian space. Once again, the five lions
emerged to fend off whatever evil lurked in the distance:

But, nothing was there. “Maybe it was a sensor malfunction,” Hunk
suggested.
“Well, whatever it was, we’d better search the area: Hunk and Pidge, you
check over the Southern hemisphere,” Keith ordered. “ The rest of us will
take the North.”
“Wait a minute Keith. What if it’s not in space?” Allura remarked. “What
if it’s on Arus?”
“You mean reached the planet’s surface while we were getting the lions?”
“Exactly.”
“Well, I can...”
“No, Keith. As Princess of Arus, (author’s note: another loyalty to the
people speech) I have a duty to the protection of Arus and my people (told
ya). I’ll do it.”
“All right, princess. Just keep in contact at all times!”
“Copy that.”
Blue Lion hovered near the castle, then started moving in a slow expanding
circle. Allura switched all the sensors on to detect any disturbance
possible from Doom ships or Hagar’s monsters. So far, she had picked up
nothing. After about a fifty kilometer radius,
she determined that if there was no threat to the castle from the planet’s
surface.
“Allura here. No danger to the castle, Keith,” she reported. She was
about to change course and head towards their largest city when she picked
up a faint trace. It was a ship. And it was nearby. She continued to scan
the craft...
A Doom ship! It was small though; a one passenger personal craft. Was
this a scout of some kind? Allura was about to report to the other lions
her find when she came into video range. It had crashed; the nose of the
craft buried in the soil. She forgot about
the transmission and promptly headed towards the crippled ship.
She set Blue Lion down near the rubble. The Doom ship had landed near a
set of caves. No life signs from the craft. Whoever it was must have died
in the crash. Just then, her sensors picked up a lifeform outside the ship.
Allura opened the hatch and peered out. She saw a figure stagger through
one of the entrance-ways to the caves. Again forgetting to contact the
other lions (it’s set-up time, as usual), the princess pulled out her
blaster to prepare for a confrontation.
As she entered the dark cave, she saw the glint of blue light. Was it
Lotor, she thought with a shudder, remembering the laser sword he always
carried. She would have to get the upper hand. “Come on team,” Allura
yelled, “I found him!” That way, he’d think she was not alone.
Then, she saw him, backed up against a wall. It was Lotor! But, he wasn’t
attacking. Instead, the prince had his sword raised defensively and was
curled up on the ground. He was breathing very heavily, his eyes wide with
fright.
Allura was taken aback. “Lotor?” She raised the blaster again. This had
to be a trick! “Get up, Lotor! You’re under arrest!”
Just then, Lotor screamed out and bent forward, clutching at his middle in
pain. He lost his grip on the sword, and it fell from his hand. His breath
was now coming in wheezes.
Seeing the prince in obvious distress, Allura’s hyperactive caring side
immediately broke through (as usual). “Lotor, are you all right?” she asked
in great concern. She approached, only to have him recoil.
“Go away! No! Don’t see me like....this.” His face was becoming flushed
with embarrassment.
“What is it?”
Lotor again screamed, doubling over. “I am going to KILL HER!” he roared.
“Hagar is DEAD for this! She is SO fuckin’ dead...” His voice was
temporarily taken over by gasps for breath. “She is going to regret this
for the rest of her miserable life! I’ll make sure of it personally!
I’ll...*Ahhh!* Ssshe dies!” No matter how much pain he seemed to be in,
Lotor’s anger was stronger.
Allura knelt down, surveying the prince. “What did Hagar do to you?”
“How dare she do this?! To me?! To a MALE?!” His hands continued to grip
at the source of his suffering. It was then that Allura noticed the pain
seemed to be coming from a very round tummy. But, he’s always been in
perfect shape before, Allura pondered. She dared to reach out and place her
hand on his belly, despite Lotor’s pleas and weak efforts to keep her away.
Underneath the skin, something was moving.
“What the...?!”

* * *

“What happened to you?!” Allura had decided that he couldn’t just stay in
the cave, not in his condition. She left the caverns, half-carrying the
burdened prince.
“Can’t you guess?!” he gasped out. “Wait, where are w...wwe...”
The princess was slowly making her way back to Blue Lion with Lotor. “I’m
going to contact the others! We have to get you help!”
“No!” he protested, planting his feet, so that she couldn’t move him.
“I’ll take you to the castle.”
“NOOOO!!! No No No No No! You want the whole GALAXY to know about this?!”
“Lotor...” Allura pulled, trying to get him to move again.
“Don’t you DARE embarrass me!!”
“But you need help!” Allura finally wrenched him forward and led him up
into Blue Lion. She locked the ramp back into place to keep him from
escaping, then headed for the controls to call the castle. All the while,
Lotor was leaning against the side wall,
clutching his belly and still objecting.
“Let me out! I don’t need your...GODS!!!” He gave a loud groan and fell
to the floor. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut. “Nnn...now wwhat?!”
Allura left the controls (for the third time) and headed to Lotor’s side.
His shirt had become darkly stained. As she pulled it off, she could see
very clearly the swelling in his once flat abdomen. She could also see a
bleeding vertical hole torn in the flesh. “Oh
boy! Looks like it’s almost time!” she guessed. What could she do? Allura
couldn’t fly back to the castle. She couldn’t risk it with him about to...
“How could this be happening?! This is a nightmare!!!”
“I can see it! Easy, Lotor. I’m right here.” She gripped his hands in
assurance.
“I KNOW you’re right here...*Ohhh!* S...s..see what?”
Maybe she could deliver it herself. “Push!” she told him.
“WHAT?!”
“Well, that’s what the doctors say, right? ‘Push?’”
“Push what...*Ahhh!!* FUCK, it hurts!!”
“You’re doing fine.”
“Fine?! FINE?!!” Lotor was progressively becoming more hysterical.
“FINE??!!!! I’M PREGNANT!! HOW CAN I BE DOING FINE??!!!”
“Lie down. Lie DOWN!! It’ll be over soon. It’s okay. Now, push!”
“Over...ohgo... Wait...wait, what’ll be over?”
“The baby will be born soon. At least it looks that way.”
Lotor’s head shot up, and he gave her an extraordinarily surprised look.
“I’M IN LABOR?!” he shrieked.
“Yeah. Why? Didn’t you know that...”
“Why doesn’t anybody TELL ME these THINGS?! NO, I didn’t know!!! You
think I KNOW what it’s supposed to feel like? *Ahh!!!* Th...th...this
isn’t supposed to happen to a man!!”
“Calm down. The head’s out!”
“I’LL KILL HER!!!!”
“Just a little more...”
“NOO! I’ll kill...I’ll...*UUUHH...RGGG!!!* I’m having the worst day!” He
groaned loudly, his muscles squeezing together.
“That’s it! That’s it! Almost... Push!” The involuntary contractions
built up until there was nothing to do but act as Allura said. Lotor
gathered enough strength and, with a deep breath, gave one giant push.
Then, the strange sharp pains ceased, replaced by a
dull empty hurt. As he fell backwards in exhaustion, he heard the wailing
of new life.

Lotor lay on the floor of Blue Lion, panting heavily. Sweat poured from
his face. A few minutes passed, and he felt a wet cloth touch his forehead.
“I...I...I’ll k..k..k..kill her,” he whispered. “Kill...kill...”
“Shh...it’s okay. It’s over now.” She lifted him up slightly and held her
water supply canteen for him to drink from. “That’s it.”
“C...could you get...tttowel...” Lotor raised a shaking hand from his
abdomen. It was soaked in blood. “I seem...to be...”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Hang on...” Allura reached for the open
medical kit, removing a roll of sterile healing gauze. As she covered the
gaping wound, the built-in chemicals worked to stanch the bleeding. “There
you go. Just take it easy.”
“I don’t wanna take...I wanna kill...”
“Easy, Lotor.”
“Oh shit...oh, I feel like sh...” Again, the high pitched cry was heard.
It seemed to come from nearby. Lotor lifted his head. “What...is...?”
Allura left his side briefly. She returned holding his shirt, which she
then placed in his arms. But, there was something wrapped inside the shirt,
something alive and crying. Well, it had been crying, until it felt the
warmth of the prince’s body underneath it. Then, it quieted down and
nuzzled into Lotor’s embrace. Lotor looked down at the creature. It was
tiny, with soft blue skin. White fuzz covered the top of its head and
pointed ears decorated the infant face. “Oh gods...” he moaned, realizing
what he was holding.
“It’s a girl,” Allura said with a shrug and a smile.

(Can Lotor survive motherhood? Will Hagar ever come out of this alive?
More to come...maybe)

-Kat


Uh...? (Part two



Part two:

“Hey, princess! I didn’t see you bring Blue Lion in. Did you find
anything on the surface?”
“Hi, Keith! Nope! Not a thing. It must have been a fluke, as Hunk said.”
“Why are you going in the infirmary? Are you sick?”
“No. I’m just...uh...” Allura stuttered. “I...have...” She put her hand
to her forehead. “HEADACHE! That’s it! I have this...REALLY bad headache,
and I’m getting some medicine for it.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. Here, I’ll get the door for you...”
“No!” Allura pulled him back from the door. “It’s okay, Keith,” she
chuckled. “I can do it.”
“Oh, well...okay. I’ll see you around, then.”
“Bye!” With that, she opened the door just enough to slip through, then
locked it behind her.
“Man! She seems jumpy,” Keith mumbled to himself.

* * *

“I feel just awful about lying to everybody,” Allura was telling Dr. Gorma.
“How do you think I feel, your Highness? Here I have to aid in hiding the
enemy.”
“I’m sorry, doctor. But, he needs our help.”
“I don’t doubt that, princess. And I will treat anyone in need. But, you
about gave me a seizure sneaking him in like that!”
“I’m sorry. Tell me, is Lotor all right?”
“He’s lucky he didn’t become paralyzed, have internal damage, bleed to
death, or another of many possible problems.”
“But, is he going to be all right?”
“Yeah, he’ll pull through. Though he’s going to feel like dirt for a few
days while his body flushes out all those built-up hormones. I wish I knew
how it happened! This is the craziest thing I’ve ever seen in all my
medical days!”
“He said Hagar was to blame. It’s got to be magic.”
Gorma shook his head. “This is crazy! I just wish there was some other
way to deal with this. But, we can’t return him to Doom just yet. We can’t
tell the others without everyone knowing what had happened.” Gorma sighed,
frustrated at the situation. “The best thing we can do is give him a few
weeks to recover, then send the
two back without alerting the others.”
“But what about Hagar?”
“Oh yeah. Well...I don’t know. I guess it’s up to Prince Lotor then.
Okay, I’ve got everything. Let’s go.”
Dr. Gorma and Allura left the infirmary, heading towards the most remote
section of the castle. “So,” Allura started, trying to make small talk,
“how’s the baby?”
“I had forgotten how much more active a Drule baby is, even at birth.” He
chuckled. “The little weasel was squealing and gurgling all through her
examination. Yeah, she’s fine. Very healthy. Hasn’t opened her eyes yet,
but that’s normal. However,” Gorma pointed out, “I did notice something
strange about her DNA.”
“What’s that?”
“It appears that she has some human components as well as Drule.”
“That’s weird.”
“Also her navel seems to be completely healed.”
They stopped outside a closed door. “Well, I remember the umbilical cord
just vanished after the baby was...uh-oh!” Allura spotted Coran walking
down the hallway towards them. “Hello Coran.”
“Your Highness. Just wanted to see where you were off to. You seem to be
preoccupied today.” Coran looked over his shoulder, then at the door. “I
hear you’ve suddenly decided to get these rooms redecorated in this part of
the wing.”
“Yes! I’m, uh...just asking Dr. Gorma if he could choose a plan. See, he
wants to move into...” She noticed the odd look on Coran’s face. “Is
something wrong?”
“Princess, um...”
“What?”
“Why are you carrying a baby bottle?”
Oops! “Oh...this? Well...” Just then, a soft cry was heard through the
walls of the rooms being “redecorated.”
Coran looked at the wall, back over his shoulder, then at the princess. “I
think you have some explaining to do,” he told her.
“Uh...”

* * *

Princess Allura led the prime minister into the room. After reviving Coran
from the shock, the doctor went on to explain, as best as he could, what had
happened. The interpretation of the events was often interrupted by
numerous “HOW??!!!!”s, and answered with quite a few “I HAVEN’T A &*^%
CLUE!!”s. In the meantime, Allura held the tiny infant, the baby eagerly
sucking at the bottle in her hand.
“BUT...” Coran looked at the baby. “BUT...” He looked at Dr. Gorma.
“BUT...” Again at the baby. “But, you can’t just keep the ENEMY in here!
What if he decided to...”
Allura put down the empty bottle. “To what? Coran, it’s not like he’s
going to get up and start fighting. I mean, look at him; he’s in no shape
to!” She pointed at the bed where Lotor was finally starting to wake up.
He was shaking slightly, he appeared very pale. Allura looked at the
prince, her face full of pity and compassion (a very sugary scene).
“Besides, I’ve already granted him amnesty,” she said in her “princess”
tone. “He needs us!”
“Amnesty?!”
With that, Dr. Gorma again had to revive Coran. “Sir,” the doctor added
when Coran woke up, “in my professional opinion, the princess did the best
thing she could by bringing him here. Look here:” He pulled back the
sheets and the partially lifted the white
infirmary shirt. Underneath, Lotor’s middle was thickly covered in layers
of bandages. “I can get the wound to heal, but the new skin is very thin
and very weak. I’ve had to pump him chock full of painkillers and sleep
inducers. His body is also very low on energy,
vitamins and other nutrients. He needs to just stay here and rest.”
“But, why did he arrive here?” Coran questioned. “On ARUS of all places?”
“Trying to get to Doom...” Lotor mumbled suddenly. “Don’t know why I went
off course...” He turned to his side, trying to get out of the bed.
“Whoa! Whoa, where are you going?” Gorma questioned. Allura placed the
baby in a crib set up near the wall and moved to help the doctor gently hold
back the prince.
“Gotta get to...Doom...” Lotor weakly protested. “Gotta tell Father...that
Hagar...”
“No no, you stay right here.”
“Easy, Lotor,” Allura coaxed, lightly brushing his forehead with her
fingers.
Lotor opened his eyes and saw the new figure in the room. “No...” he
moaned. “Not another person...” He began to cry.
“Oh, Lotor...” Allura hugged the prince in her arms.
“Why don’t I just tell the WORLD...”
“Shh...Lotor, it’s only Coran. He won’t tell anyone else.” Allura looked
up at Coran. “Will you?”
“Well, I...” Coran seemed to remember something. “Damn it!” he suddenly
breathed in anger. He then turned and left the bed chamber for the outer
room. Lotor had fallen asleep again, so Allura stood up, curious to know
what Coran was doing. She followed him out and saw him open the main door.
“There you are. I thought you had
left; you kept so far back,” he spoke out into the corridor. “Well, you
were right. He is here.” A familiar cackle was heard as a brown robed
person entered the room.
“HAGAR?!!” the princess declared in surprise. Then, remembering Lotor’s
close proximity, she lowered her voice. “How could you, Coran?! What is
she doing here? Don’t you see what she’s done?!”
“I’m sorry, your Highness, but I had to let her in. She came under a flag
of truce.”
“Oh, ‘flag of truce!’ Is that her game?! Lotor is going to raise hell if
he finds out she’s here. In fact, I’m about to myself!” She eyed the witch
menacingly. “What do you want?”
“Why the prince, of course,” Hagar replied matter-of-factly.
“I didn’t believe he was here,” Coran told the princess. “But Hagar
insisted that you probably knew.”
“You keep away from him!” Allura snapped at Hagar. “What kind of person
are you?! How could you make...him...?”
“What, sweety? Make Lotor pregnant?” the witch asked with a smile.
“Why???” Allura was at a loss for words. “Why...what could possibly...?”
“Girl, look: I’m a witch! I love weird spells; it’s in my job
description!”
“Weird spells??!!!” It was getting harder for the princess to soften her
voice. “This kind of crosses the weird line a little bit.”
“You want to know what happened? It’s quite simple. One day, I just
happened upon this spell, number 319-B in my Witch’s Handbook. It was so
easy to make, and the SDT, that’s ‘spell duration time,’ was only nine
days...” She shrugged her shoulders and cackled merrily. “I couldn’t
resist!”
“You twisted old bitch!”
“Princess!” Coran exclaimed in horror.
“So you just did this out of the blue???” Allura continued.
“Oh no, I’ve been planning this for months. And it’s been so much fun!
You should have seen his face when I told him...”
“You put poor Lotor through all this torture just for your own amusement?!
You hellish crone!”
“Princess!” Coran felt that he would have a heart attack.
“It wasn’t only for that!” Hagar protested. “I do have another excuse for
my actions.”
“Nothing could possibly excuse what you’ve done.”
Hagar crossed her arms. “Well, how about this: after the constant
failures of the ‘performance enhancing’ drugs, King Zarkon became concerned
about his, how shall I say, lack of potency. He was uneasy about there only
being two members of immediate royalty. He told me several times that he
wished Lotor had a legitimate heir
soon; you know, a purely royal, not slave, and ‘actually his’ child. And
Lotor wouldn’t marry any of the princesses, being so attached to you, your
Highness. So, I mean...”
“That’s no excuse, you rotten senile hag!!”
“Princess!!”
“Watch your lip, little lady!” Hagar warned. “Besides, I’m not here to
argue about what has happened. I merely want...”
“You’re in no position to ask for anything!” Allura stated.
“I want to take Lotor....”
“You hurt Lotor!”
Hagar became irritated at not being able to get in a sentence. “I JUST
WANT TO TAKE LOTOR...”
“...back!” came softly through the doorway. At the sound of the witch’s
voice, Lotor’s lids slowly opened. His eyes took on a look of pure animal
fury. Before Dr. Gorma could react, the prince sprang from the bed and
raced towards the next room.
“Hey! Wait, don’t be out of...CORAN! Stop him!” Coran turned around to
see the prince flying at Hagar. Quickly reaching out, he grabbed Lotor’s
arm, hindering his attack.
“NO! LET ME AT HER!!! I’LL MURDER THAT CRONE!!!” Coran gained a firm
hold on the prince and, due to Lotor’s weakened state, was able to pull him
back. Gorma soon arrived and aided in the restraint, the two of them
dragging him to the other room. Even so, Lotor fought them both, his
fingers spread as far as they could, trying to claw his way to the witch.
“NO! I’LL KILL YOU!!!” he screamed. “YOU ARE...ahh!...oww!...” Lotor
abruptly ended his struggles, having twisted his body too much for the
healing skin’s taste.
“I think it’s time for more drugs,” Dr. Gorma remarked as they settled him
back into the bed. “A painkiller and heavy-duty tranquilizer, to be
precise.”
“Let me kill her!” Lotor’s face was still twisted with rage, his teeth
clenched against the pain in his abdomen. Coran and Allura kept a hold on
him to make sure he would not attempt such a feat again. Meanwhile, Hagar
had entered the bedroom and leaned up against a wall, watching the scene
with a smile. He seemed to have survived
quite well, considering all of the events.
Dr. Gorma returned to the bed with two syringes. “Here we go.” The doctor
pulled up the prince’s left sleeve and administered the first of the
injections. With that, Lotor’s demeanor became a great deal calmer, the
signs of anguish leaving his face. “Must have been the pain. Yes, indeed;
you were due for a booster, weren’t you?” With Lotor no longer resisting,
Allura and Coran both relaxed their grips on him. Gorma, in the meantime
gently poked at the prince’s covered wound and saw him still wincing
slightly. “I just hope you haven’t hurt yourself,” he mumbled. His concern
soon got the best of
him. Sticking the second injection in his pocket, he pulled out a laser
scalpel and proceeded to cut away the bandages to expose Lotor’s abdomen,
just to make sure...
“Lotor! NO!” Within a second, the prince had swiped the scalpel out of
the doctor’s hand and squirmed free of the surprised onlookers’ grasps. He
dashed at the startled witch and managed to slice open her right shoulder
before she was able to retreat from him. Hagar screamed as black blood
oozed from the fresh wound.
“Lotor!” Dr. Gorma pleaded. “You are in no condition to be up! Come on;
give me the scalpel...”
“GO TO HELL!”
“I should have given him the tranquilizer first,” Gorma groaned, feeling
the syringe still in his pocket. “Damn adrenaline rushes!”
“Sire, please! I...I can explain.” Hagar clutched her wounded shoulder,
doing her best to dodge Lotor’s attacks.
“SHUT UP YOU BITCH!!!” he screamed back. “Look what you’ve done to me!!
You’ve ruined my life!! You’ve ruined my BODY!!!” To emphasize the last
point, Lotor used his free hand to pull up the front of his shirt. There
was blood soaking through the remaining layers of bandages.
“It’ll heal soon, sire,” she offered. “I mean, a few months worth of
sit-ups, and you’ll look good as new.”
“SHUT UP!!!” he hissed. “Why the HELL did I ever listen to you?!” Lotor
again took a swipe at the witch, cutting her face. “‘Here, drink this, my
prince,’” he imitated in a scratchy falsetto. “‘It’ll cure your
HANGOVER!!!’”
“Well how else was I going to get you to drink it?”
“You lock me in my QUARTERS!! You don’t tell me ANYTHING about what’s
happening to me!!! I have to FLEE my own command ship!! MY OWN CREW!!!”
The heated argument woke the infant, and she began to whimper. “Uh, your
baby’s crying,” Hagar told Lotor. She edged closer to the crib, hoping he
might take a look so that she might make a break for it.
But, he was too bent on revenge. “You are going to die,” Lotor snarled in
a voice that made him sound like he was possessed.
Hagar found herself trapped between the corner of the room and the crib.
“Now, dearie, you wouldn’t kill an old woman, would you?” Lotor growled
fiercely and placed the laser blade to Hagar’s wrinkled neck, drawing blood.
“Wanna bet?”
Needless to say, the witch became SLIGHTLY worried, hunting for something
else to sway the prince’s fury. She looked at the baby, then smiled.
“B...b...besides, there’s a child in the room.” She pointed repeatedly at
the crib. “You wouldn’t want to kill me in front of a baby. Would you?”
With the scalpel still at the witch’s throat, Lotor’s eyes briefly looked
at his daughter, then quickly returned to Hagar. “Don’t count on...” He
stopped suddenly and whipped around, staring at the little Drule baby. Her
eyes were open. “What the...?” They were cat’s eyes, all right, but...
“They’re...”
“Blue?” the witch questioned, slowly sliding between the prince and the
wall. Lotor put down the scalpel (which was quickly retrieved by the
doctor) and picked up the baby. They were blue! Hagar then noticed a few
stray hairs escaping the baby’s cap. “And what about the hair, my prince?”
she questioned.
Lotor pulled the cap off and looked at the white fuzz covering the top of
the baby’s head. But, it wasn’t pure white. “Gods! It’s...it’s got gold
in it!”
“Now then, sire, where would I have gotten a mother to give your baby gold
hair and blue eyes? Hmmm? Oh come on, think about it!”
“ALLURA???” Lotor looked at Allura.
“ME???” Allura looked at Lotor.
“HER???” Coran and Dr. Gorma looked at Hagar.
“bdda?” The baby quit crying and snuggled against her daddy.
“Bingo,” Hagar replied, backing away from Lotor.
“She’s my baby, too?!” Allura couldn’t believe her ears. “But, that
can’t...how did you get...”
“From that lock of hair kept by old Romeo here. Hey, an heir needs to be
of pure royalty, according to King Zarkon, that is. And you were the one
princess I could actually get any...ah, princess?”
Allura wasn’t paying any attention to the witch’s words. Instead, she
approached the baby. “I have a baby?” She took the infant from Lotor’s
hands. “I’m a...mommy?” The little girl opened her eyes again and looked
at the princess. “Oh...” Allura cooed, “Oh, she does look like me! She’s
so pretty! Oh, she’s mommy’s little girl, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
Coran again passed out. Lotor, meanwhile was puzzled. Allura appeared to
be having an acute attack of maternal instincts. Shouldn’t she be mad?
Especially with him as the...uh...whatever? “Does this mean I can’t name
her ‘Allura?’” he questioned, looking up. It was then that he realized that
Hagar was nowhere to be seen. “WHERE IS SHE?!!!” he roared. “THIS IS NOT
OVER, WITCH!!! YOU GET BACK...oh wow...” Lotor’s legs gave out from under
him as Dr. Gorma caught him. Setting aside the empty syringe, the doctor
led the prince back to the bed.
“There we go. Feel better?”
“Oh yeah, I feel fine...” Lotor replied in a spaced out tone. Seconds
later, he was fast asleep.

-Kat


Uh...? (Part three):



My apologies to Star Wars...

“Hey, Coran!”
“Good morning, Lance,” Coran said wearily. His head still throbbed, not
only from the bottle of whiskey but also the multiple concussions from when
he fainted.
“Hey, I hear a ship landed yesterday. Who was it?”
Who the hell would believe Coran if he told the truth anyway? “No one
important.”
“Yeah, well that person sure ran out of here in a hurry. Who was it? Had
a brown robe like Hag...”
“Uhh....i.i.i.it was a...a...an ewok!” Coran explained.
“A what?”

* * *

“I’m going to kill that old witch,” Lotor declared for the umpteenth time.
The effects of the most recent tranquilizer were almost out of his system.
“Well, before you do, eat some breakfast.”
“I don’t wanna...”
“Oh yes, you do.” Before Lotor could get another word out, Allura forced
some scrambled egg into his mouth. After swallowing the food, Lotor found
out that she was right and took to eating. Allura sat down on the side of
the bed. When he had finished, she began to talk again: “Your little
display yesterday reopened the wound,” she told him, patting his shoulder.
“You’re now officially bedridden for a week.”
“Yippee,” he groaned sarcastically. Both of them were quiet for a moment.
Allura looked over at the bassinet.
“Dr. Gorma did a parental test on her.” She sighed. But, as she continued
to look at the infant, she began to grin. “Although...you know what? I
love our baby,” she crooned. “She’s so precious!” Allura got up to
retrieve her daughter and brought her
back to the bed. “You know I’ll want visitation rights for you, little
girl.” The baby babbled happily as Allura laughed. “Do you want to hold
her?”
Lotor turned to look at Allura. “Not...oww...” He winced at a pain in his
neck. The painkiller must be wearing thin as well. That stupid pregnancy
made him too sensitive! Even now, all his muscles hurt like crazy.
“Oh dear! Does your neck hurt? Here...” Allura placed the baby in his
hands.
“I don’t want to hold...”
“Come on, Lotor! There we go! See? She likes her daddy a lot!” It was
true. The baby again seemed to take a shining to the prince, nestling
comfortably into his arms.
“Oh...well...” Lotor looked at the infant. She was pretty. She gazed at
him with those big blue eyes. He felt like he was going to cry. What was
he going to do with her? What would his father think?! What would all of
Doom... Just then, he felt Allura’s
fingers caressing his neck. “No...no, don’t...” he protested, sniffing.
“But, I only want to help,” she told him. “You must feel so bad...upset
and hurt. I can’t imagine what you’ve been though. You must still be going
through pure hell. Well, don’t worry. I’m here for you. And I’m going to
nurse you back to health, no matter
what it takes. Now, do you need anything?” She again began to massage his
neck.
“I’m fine, really. Get your hands off...” Wait a minute! Lotor’s brain
shifted from self pity to thinking mode: Allura is around me day and night,
wanting to cater to my every whim....she currently has her HANDS on me...we
have a BABY...Allura loves the
baby...she’s closer to me than she’s ever been before...did she just say:
“I’m here for you?”...and I’m pushing her away??? You moron!! “Could you
go a little lower...maybe?” he asked.
“Of course, Lotor,” she said sweetly, moving her hands down his neck to his
shoulders.
“Oh yeah...that’s it.” She was quite good, Lotor thought, feeling
surprisingly better. He could definitely get used to this. Maybe if he
played his cards right... “Uh...?”
“Yes, Lotor?”
“I still...feel kind of....bad...upset and...” He faked a sniffle.
“Oh, my poor Lotor.” Allura started running her hands through his hair.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“Well, could you...I don’t know...”
“What?”
“Give me a kiss?” Allura smiled, bent down and kissed Lotor long on the
lips.
“There now. Is that better?” she asked. Lotor grinned devilishly. Maybe
this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

* * *

King Zarkon would be furious when he found out about Lotor, Hagar thought
with a groan as she proceeded to the throne room. Well, she sure as hell
wasn’t going back there, not with him in that mood. She was lucky to have
escaped with her life. Maybe Lotor would eventually return to Doom on his
own. Then, she remembered how
much the princess seemed devotedly attached to him and the baby. Maybe not.
Damn it, if Zarkon wanted another heir that bad, why couldn’t she just
give him the drink, too? Hagar’s angry face slowly melted into a
mischievous grin. Hmm...

(Will the rest of the Voltron force ever find out. Will Lotor and Allura
click? Will he ever return to Doom? And what about Zarkon and Hagar’s
“plan?” Any ideas? Oh well...)

THE END?
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