This is an continuation of sorts of the fic: Oh by Kymopoleia (on AO3). (read it first or this won't make sense [also it's really good please read it])

His stomach sank and realization dawned on him.

Oh.

Well that hurts.

He licked his lips as they suddenly felt dry. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" Maybe he just didn't hear him right. No way he said-

"I said I have no idea who you are." Matt rephrased his statement once he recognized how the boy's postures changed. Perhaps he should be a bit lighter with his words.

Lance felt sick. He suddenly didn't want to be here anymore. He had to leave. His hand started to grip at the edge of the blue pajamas. "Um," he huffed, trying to get his words out, "I should leave." The sentence was rapid and choked out. He darted out of the room, not bothering to listen to Matt's protest of confusion. Down the hall and into his own room. He crashed onto his bed. Thin sheets. Cold air. Everything was wrong. Just wrong. How had he not recognized him? As far as he could tell, Lance looked pretty much the same as he was back on earth. Matt was gone for a year. He reasoned with himself. But he knew who Pidge really was, and Shiro too! So why didn't he remember him? His own boyfriend?!

A thought surfaced into Lance's mind. Maybe…he's like Shiro… Only some memories are lost, but he can recall others. How would I know if he even recognized Pidge and Shiro? He's been cooped up with them for the past week or so. The thought occurred to him and he just didn't know where to start. Too many things were bouncing in his head. Ricocheting off one another.

He should probably go to sleep.

Pidge sat down next to her brother. She had her laptop out and hummed a song she heard a tribe of aliens sing as a 'thank you' one time. It was a catchy tune, she couldn't help it. Even if she was probably butchering the tune by then.

"What's that?" Matt asked automatically. His voice was still quite, but at least he was speaking without being prompted first.

Pidge gave him a small smile before shooting him her question instead. "The humming or what's on my computer?"

"Humming."

"Oh, uhhh. It's a song of gratitude from the Untearins. They sang it after we liberated them from the Galra. I'm pretty sure Lance recorded a clip of it. You wanna hear it?" The flinch at the mention of Lance's name didn't go unnoticed by her. Why did he flinch? He didn't flinch before when I mentioned him... "Is...something wrong?" Her face was scrunched up. Pidge wasn't really big on emotions and all, but she would try with her big brother of all people.

Matt shook his head. No, it meant.

Pidge pressed her lips into a thin line. She knew that he was lying, the reaction was too quick. And besides, he wouldn't have flinch if nothing was wrong. Or at the very least, something was up. She wasn't sure how to pry answers from him; Shiro was the best person for that kind of stuff. She gave him a slow nod and promptly went back to her work.

"So, how do you know him?" Matt had later started asking about how she knew the others, what they were like, and so on. In all actuality, he was just doing this to get information on that 'Lance' guy. He didn't remember the dude at all and yet the way he spoke to him yesterday...he sounded so familiar with him. But who was he? Was Matt suppose to know him?

He doesn't. And that's what confuses him. He had no memories of this guy and while yes, it had become apparent that he'd lost quite a few of his memories, shouldn't he have at least a few memories of this boy?

"And yeah, that's basically Hunk. Big nervous cinnamon roll." Pidge rubbed at her face as she finished her sentence. She glanced over to him as he nodded at her to signify he was still listening, and he was, but that wasn't the info he was necessarily looking for. "And what about Lance?" He prompted. He already asked about the princess (he had learned that Allura is her name) and Hunk, so he might as well ask about Lance. Asking about him first or last might be a bit suspicious, so best asking in the middle. She still gave him a look, but started talking anyway.

"Lance is like...the goof ball of the group. Like Hunk, I met him at the Garrison. He's a flirt with the female aliens, although I'm pretty sure I've seen him hit on some guys too..." She mumbled the last part before picking up her voice again. "Anyway, I feel like he's much smarter than he acts, but for some reason chooses to act dumb. After all, you can't get into the Garrison if you're an idiot." She picked up one of the water pouches she brought in and took a sip before continuing. "I know he comes from a big family and has lots of sisters and girl cousins. I think I've even heard him mention a niece. So...he knows how to do a lot of..." She gestured with her hand in a circle. "'Feminine things'?" She gave a weird look to nothing and when back to typing. "So yeah? Want to know about Keith next?"

Matt looked back at her from staring at the wall. "Who?" He questioned.

"The brooding one, has black hair and a mullet?" She answered without looking up from the lit up screen.

Matt thought for a moment. Uhhh. He searched in his brain a bit for someone who fit that description. "Uh, I think I've seen someone who fits that description. Haven't seen much of him though. He's like a freaking ninja." His sister laughed at his statement.

"Wonderful." She wiped a non-existent tear from her eye.

Matt turned the corner with Shiro, chit-chatting about something that didn't quite reach Lance's ears. "Curse it." He whispered to himself. He wanted to get closer, but Matt would surely see him. Although; now that he thinks about it, wasn't he technically stalking him? I'm not stalking, I'm...gathering information. Oh who was he kidding? He knew damn well what exactly he was doing. He just didn't want to believe it. Matt didn't remember him. Didn't recall who he was. What they use to mean to each other—!

Lance felt his eyes get hot as he thought about it. No, he wasn't going to cry. He was going to man up and talk to Matt about it. His eyes looked back to where the pair had been. They were gone by now, but the blue paladin felt glued to the spot. He couldn't move and thoughts disperse in his head. He doubted he could actually sit down with him and talk about...well...this. He couldn't. It would be much to awkward. What if Matt didn't believe him because no one else could back up his claim? Their relationship had been a secret! No one else knew but them, and maybe some really observant people, but those guys should all still be back on earth. He had no way to prove he had any connections to him expect for a ring on his finger and all the shit he knew about him. But there still was a problem with those. The ring could of been from anywhere, Lance had no way to prove that it was a gift to him from Matt. Nor would the facts he knew help too much. What if Matt doesn't remember all those things about himself? What if he's simply forgotten those little things about himself in time? It has been a while. It would be understandable if that was the case and he wasn't going to hold that against him.

Lance found himself choking back angry tears and sadness that lumped at his throat. He slid down the wall and into a sitting position. He curled around himself and cried. He doesn't care who would find him. He was frustrated, angry and sad.

But most of all, he was tried. Tried of all this.

Everybody sat down to eat breakfast, all 9 of them. The 5 paladins of Voltron, the 2 Alteans, and Slav + Matt. (Slav didn't have anywhere to go, so he had to stay with them.) It was quite at first, everyone calmly eating their green food goo after saying hello to each other. Boring and mundane, but it was fitting. Not even Lance decided to break the silence. He was still trying to look everywhere but at Matt. That is until Slav spoke up. "You know, in 05.7123% of realities, there is an explosive commotion that ruptures from one of you talking."

"What?" Shiro squinted at him. "What do you mean?"

Slav rolled his eyes like it was the easiest thing in the world...or universe, whatever. "You know, one of you guys make a comment and the rest of you get confuse and then you all talk and yell over each other." He finished his statement by slamming 1 of his 8 hands onto the table, which didn't do much but jolt his own plate as his hand was quite small. Lance looked over to him and Slav returned the glance. Both of them knew that he would be most likely to have been that person. Or maybe it would've been Matt? He questioned to himself. But no, he knew that Matt was smarter than that. He would wait until no one else was around before trying to get information out of him. Lance shoved his food away and rested his face on his hand as he watched the others all start talking to the 8-armed alien. As he did, he felt a pair of eyes bore holes into him and Lance knew who it was. He sighed. He wasn't going to deal with an awkward breakfast. No way. He shoved his legs underneath himself to scoot his seat backwards and promptly got up to leave.

"Lance, buddy, where you going? You didn't even finish your plate." Hunk spoke out as soon as he noticed a figure getting up. His friend looked back at him and suddenly Hunk realized everyone had stopped talking.

"Oh, you know, just going to take another nap before training. And I'm not all that hungry." He waved him off and exited the dinning hall.

Matt narrowed his eyes at the place the Cuban boy had last been at. He definitely needed to talk to him. It's not like he had much else to do on board this ship.

-Time Skip like...3 or 2 days-

It has been a few days since then. And Voltron had spent it fighting this...snow-white monster thing? On this small planet. There was also other things they had to do. Make an alliance, track down this cannibal, and put out a burning village. And while they have done more in a smaller time frame, this still was a lot and took up a majority of the days. Everyone was tried afterwards. The castle left the planet's atmosphere and Pidge snuck into someone's room. Honestly, she usually wouldn't have done this, but she wanted answers and it was about her brother! So she'll have to make an exception this time around with hiding in Lance's room, waiting for him to get back from the showers.

And honestly she had some great timing, because not 7 minutes later did Lance walk into his room, humming a tune and fixing the towel wrapped around his dripping hair. Although when he saw Pidge sitting on his bed looking at her bayard, he screamed. "Ah, what the hell you gremlin! You scared me!" She rolled her eyes at him. She got up and let him sit on the bed awhile she leaned against the wall parallel to him. "Why do you have your bayard?" Lance drew out the last word, giving her a weird look. He didn't see any need for her to have it out right now, so what the heck?

She finished explaining what happened a few days ago. And wanted him to explain to her why her brother would flinch at the mention of his name. Lance leaned back, his expression turning soft, then serious. He wasn't going to tell her anything. He could, but he wanted to convince Matt first before telling anybody else. After all, even if the others did believe him, what if Matt didn't want to rekindle what they had? Lance didn't want the others to pity him, or make Matt feel the need to pick up where they had left because the others simply expected him too.

Had.

That word was both harsh and sharp on his mind. He hated it. He hated it with all its goddamn implications. He sighed and with a firm tone, said "I honesty have no idea what you're talking about. I've barely seen him this past movement* or so. And I haven't even gotten a chance to talk to him. So if he really did flinch at the mention of my name, then it's probably because I'm named after a weapon. Maybe he's had some bad experiences with..." His voice trailed off and died down, his lips pressing together in a thin lip. He gave Pidge that knowing look.

She outright glared at him, her angry expression relaxed a few when she rubbed at her temples. "Look, Lance. I know you're lying to me. There has to be something more that you're not telling me." Determination gleamed in her eyes. And for a second, Lance wanted to tell her all about it. How he and Matt first met, their first date, their first kiss, the first time they spent the night holding each other, their first time doing...well, you know. But he didn't. He wasn't going to fuck up this one. He was going to keep this a secret like before. Just like before. He thought sadly. It was times like these where he wished that maybe-just maybe, they were a bit more opened about their relationship. Wishful think really.

Pidge took Lance's silence as an answer and huffed at him. "So you're not going to say anything?" He averted his gaze to the wall at his side. "Fine." She declared. "Be like that." She pushed off from the wall and storm out the door. Lance watching her as she left. He shook his head. Why me? Why this?

At least she didn't use her bayard on him.

-Time Skip to another day?-

Lance laughed, waving good bye to Hunk as they went down different hallways. As he turned around to see what was in front of him. A steady but weak hand grabbed his wrist. It was Matt. "Lance we need to talk."

He felt his stomach sink at those words.

*((Altean term for week)) I think I'll have the characters used the space time terms when speaking only. Unless it's through Coran or Allura's P.O.V., then it would be always.