A/N: This is my first attempt at something like this. But, I wanted to take a break from my normal stories and I saw Gravron1 doing this. I figured, why not. I have no idea what I am doing, but I hope this amuses you.

Does siblings Kacxa count? If not, too late!

The first prompt is Future. It takes place, I dunno, a year after season seven?

"Keith!"

Keith started and glanced away from his work, accidentally slamming the hammer down on his hand. He gave a yowl of pain and and dropped the hammer to clutch his hand.

Which led to the hammer falling on his foot.

A second yowl erupted from Keith's mouth as he jerked his foot up and tried to hold it in his hands. His smashed hand erupted in pain, making Keith stagger back. Trying to catch himself, he stumbled over his feet and fell to the dirt.

Keith lay sprawled for a moment, staring up at the sun and feeling his pulsing hand and foot. After a moment, someone leaned over him.

"Keith?"

"Acxa," Keith all but growled. "What is it?"

"I was just looking for you. Mom said I'd find you here."

Keith sat up with a groan and brushed dirt out of his mullet. Axca, obviously holding back a grin, held out a hand. Keith took his sister's hand and let himself get tugged to his feet. Well, foot.

Keith leaned against the frame that he had been working on. "What's up?"

"The sun," Acxa said, using the joke that Lance had taught her. Keith gave her a look. "Okay, I was coming to say good-bye."

Keith straightened, forgetting about his foot. He winced and leaned down slightly. Acxa reached for him, but he waved her off.

"You're leaving?"

Acxa shrugged. "Everything seems fine here. No insane people trying to over the universe. Mom and Kolivan are settling down on that new colony on Kerberos. You're…" Acxa looked up, "...building a house. I figured I would just move on."

"Oh, um… to where?" Keith asked.

Acxa shrugged again and turned her head away. "I dunno. Zethrid and Ezor kind of don't want to see me anymore. But, I've got a ship and plenty of contacts. Kolivan gave me his blade, since he and Krolia left the Blade of Marmora and I joined."

Keith nodded. "I have Mom's blade. Although, since the war is over, there hasn't been much need for the Blade of Marmora. Of course, I've got a ship stashed near here and the Blade know how to reach me."

Acxa hummed. "I should get going. Maybe we'll come across each other again."

Keith shook his head. "No one wants to stick around on Earth."

"Well, I have nothing to keep me here."

Keith made an offended sound. "Excuse me? Just because I gave up Black to that high-and-mighty Griffin, doesn't make me dead."

"I know that."

Keith stared at Acxa, then gestured to the wood frames behind him. "This house is going to have two stories and, like, four bedrooms."

"So I can visit?"

"You only want to visit?"

"How else would I see you?"

"You could live here."

"If that's what you want," Acxa said hesitantly.

"But you don't want to," Keith said blankly.

"I didn't mean it like-"

"Fine! Go on, you've said your good-byes!"

Keith snatched up his hammer and limped away. Confused, Acxa followed him around to one of the sections of the house that had walls. Keith started banging on the wall, even though Acxa didn't see any nails under the hammer.

"Keith?"

"I thought you were gone," Keith muttered.

"What's wrong?"

Keith huffed and shook his head. "Nothing."

Acxa scowled. When Keith brought his hand back again, Acxa plucked the hammer from his hand. Not expecting that, Keith didn't have time to stop his arm and he smacked his hand on the wall, covering the side of his hand with splinters.

For the third time in as many minutes, Keith yowled. He clutched both now-injured hands to his chest and whirled around to glare at Acxa.

"Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Something is wrong," Acxa said.

"You mean beside the fact that I can't feel either of my hands?" Keith snapped.

"Yes."

"Fine, I'll tell you."

Acxa waited, but Keith limped to another section of the house frame. This area was also walled in. It jutted out from the rest of the house, so there would be no second story.

"You know what this is for?" Keith asked.

"Living…?" Acxa said.

"This is your room. It's not a guest room, it's your room. I'm rebuilding our dad's house, and this is your room, okay? Stay if you want or go to space, I don't care, but just know that this room will always be yours. I'm going to put in a glass ceiling, 'cause Mom said you don't like the sight of a ceiling over your head."

"You want me to stay here with you in your house?"

"Do I need to spell it out for you?"

"Um…"

"Fine. Y-E-S. I want you to stay here. I know you don't want to leave forever. I want a place to come home to, and I think you do, too. But, maybe I'm wrong. Whatever. Just do what you want."

Acxa smiled, finally understanding Keith's frustrated attitude. "I'll stay."

"Fine, just do whatever you- wait, what?"

"I want to stay with you. We're family."

Keith beamed. "Well, good. I didn't want to build a whole house if I ended up the only living in it."

"Do you need some help with it?"

"I wouldn't say no."

Acxa held the hammer out to Keith. The young man reached out to grab it. As soon as Acxa let go, though, the tool slipped out of his aching fingers.

Right on his only uninjured limb.