Clark: Hey Jess why are you on the roof?

Jessica: do you ever feel that you could be doing....other things. More things than farm things.

Clark: I keep getting told that every day

Jessica: do you ever feel like you came into the world....wrong?

Clark: I always felt different my whole life.

This did not mean to come out as a Trans allegory the way it did. Although the Kent's probably think it was.

Dunno if the ship would have altered Martha like that. But Jessica being born with abilities wouldn’t be surprising considering they do keep a meteor rock on the farm when Clark does Red K.

Tsunade had been fighting one of pain’s many reanimated corpses. It didn’t end well, she had been knocked out, Naruto of course handled it, but she had been unconscious through it all. Finally awakening, her eyes slowly open, it was a bit outside of the village, she had been kicked and had flown far over the village walls. She saw nothing. At first she thinks, maybe it is night, but even so, night was never pitch black, not with the moon..but it is possible for it to be cloudy, hiding the bright orb in the sky.

She blinks, her heart rate climbing, God, please say I am not blind, she thinks with panic.

She sits up, her entire body ached, her head the most. She can’t see a thing, she squints, hoping like hell it is a cloudy night, sadly it wasn’t night, it was slowly approaching evening.

Lance was just starting to become accustomed to being blind following a tragic accident on the last planet Voltron liberated. An alien senator was dead and Lance was robbed of his sight following a Druid attack to the face. His pupils were now blown wide, unresponsive to light, and a scar resembling Shiro’s rested just under his now-useless eyes.

That was two months ago. Today they had received a report that a Galra prison ship was nearby, and they sought to tear it down and free whatever prisoners were there. What they did not expect was to find a neko on board. It was clear that damage had been done to her, if the blind eye, scars, prosthetic hand, and inability to speak were anything to go by. And the only person who seemed to be able to get remotely near her was Shiro. Shiro recognized her from when he was held prisoner by the Galra, and was glad that she was now free. His only regret that he didn’t get her out before the Druids got a hold of her.

“Her name is Kristine. We were prisoners together for a while.” He gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder. “We have to give her space for now, unless you want to be shredded.”

Baron was already late meeting Nao at the lower level restaurant in their business’ headquarters and perhaps it was that realization that made Baron more . . . hasty than usual. More reckless. He had walked down these steps many a times, both before and after losing his vision. He had calculated the distance in each step, meticulously setting his foot in the proper angle so that he would not miss it. Once he had needed to grip the handle so strongly, but now . . . he had memorized every inch. But apparently that was not good enough. The miscellaneous toolbox that someone  had left was unexpected. And by the time Baron felt it, it was too late. The tip of his foot hit it and in addition to the box and all its contents falling down the stairs, so did Baron. 

Reflexes set in enough that he broke the fall at the bottom with his hands, but there was a minor sacrifice that went along with it. In that the impact was his hands and the tools, feeling the way the sharp parts scraped his skin while the other hard ones slammed against his palms. Baron froze, not having heard anyone nearby and was relieved that it was late and thus, no one was around apart from security. But the fact that no one rushed to him, assured him that he was truly alone. 

Taking a few deep breaths, Baron rose to his feet, trying to shrug off what happened. It was humiliating, and foolish to have not been so careful. But, it could have been a lot worse he supposed. He reached around for his glasses, quickly putting them back on and straightening his jacket, brushing himself off, and setting towards the restaurant. Once he reached there, he opened the door. “Naoya,” he greeted, closing it behind him and glad that he wasn’t walking with any sort of limp in his gait. The last thing he needed was for Nao to find out his clumsy actions.                                  

It took MONTHS for Kristine to trust everyone on the castle ship. In order, it was Shiro, Lance, Hunk, Keith, Pidge, Coran, and very last, Allura. Allura just gives off a vibe that Kristine didn’t like from time to time, which is why trusting her was longest. 

Kristine had been a huge help for the Paladins, especially in battle. In return, Kristine was taught to walk properly on her own two feet again instead of all four in her between form. How she wish she was still in actual neko form, but she can’t hold that form for long without her voice. Her voice was a key element in that being. That’s a story for another day.

Voltron won another planet to join their coalition against Zarkon. Currently at a celebration party for the Paladins.

Right now, Kristine was with Lance as his guide. Lance, being blind and Kristine, being one-eye blind, they tend to be together just as often as Kristine and Shiro is together. Lance was taught how to speak and understand Kristine’s language since she couldn’t form works, but she can use the language of cat to be by her side.

Lance quietly asked for Kristine to get a drink for him. She was going to take him over, but he quietly reassured her that he would be fine in the little corner that he was in. Kristine didn’t want to, but she listen and went to fetch Lance a drink.

The moment she left was Lance was surrounded. He knew they weren’t reassuring presences around him. From what Lance can hear, he can tell there are probably 6 people around him. 4 girls and 2 boys at least. What he heard next, made his heart crumble.

“Look. It’s the Blind Paladin.”

“I can’t believe Voltron still kept him.”

“Maybe he’s just a placeholder?”

“Exactly, the TRUE Blue paladin should emerge soon.”

“I’m sure he’ll die on the next mission.”

“He’s such a hindrance to everyone.”

“Go and die or something. You are burden to those who can see. A burden to your fellow teammates!”

Then there was loud roar, an angry one. Silence crept through the entire party hall. Kristine was radiating an aura of anger. She was trying not to shift forms, but her anger got the best of her. She changed into a large cheetah. No one saw it coming. Everyone moved out the way as she bound across the room to Lance. 

The girls that surrounded him tried to run. All except one got away. Kristine pounced her and claw at both of her eyes. The girl let out blood-curling scream as she grabs her bleeding eyes, begging for mercy.

Kristine got off her before her eyes glowed in her cheetah form and everyone can hear the thoughts of the angry cat.

How DARE you insults Lance? How DARE you belittle him? You don’t understand what he went through. If you people wish NOT to go blind, it’s best to LEAVE HIM ALONE! DO YOU FUCKING GOT IT!

Anyone that heard quickly nods. Kristine growls lowly before moving over to Lance. She nudged his hand gently, coaxing him to climb on her back. She felt him gripped tightly to her fur before she started to move slowly to the exit and towards the castle. 

Next time someone belittle Lance, they are sure to be eaten

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Open palm traces the wall to the side of him all the way down the corridor, his steps even and normal paced as he goes though his eyes are still covered. Not as if it’d matter, since he wouldn’t be able to see even without the bandages anyway.

Brows knit together with concentrated uncertainty, and lips purse in discomfort when he runs out of wall, leaving him to stop and hesitantly grope and explore for some other surface to guide his steps, which tap ahead experimentally before each movement forward.

He’s simply hoping he’s not going to end up falling down a flight of stairs and end up back in the Medical Wing where he’s supposed to be with new injuries to get scolded about.

“Yeah!” Lance smiled in her direction. Allura was right beside him, her hand wrapped around his. They were spoiled by his family in a big way. His new sweater was soft and warm, almost like a blanket. “Lots of presents, games, and the food was great!”

Not since the Omega Shield incident. He’d laid his life on the line to save Allura’s life, but his sight was the price he had to pay before being brought back from the dead by the princess. His confidence was shattered, leaving him frightened, hurt, and angry.

“Oh really? With what?” Lance growled, ripping his arm out of Shiro’s grip. “Tell me, Shiro, how do you think I can fight like this?” What he didn’t see what Shiro opening and closing his mouth as he tried to find a decent answer. 

“You see? Oh, no pun intended by the way.” He laughed, but it was not a joyous laugh. It was cold and empty, and a touch bitter. “What was it you told me just last week? Oh yeah, I remember now: stay out of this.” He heard the pained gasp from Shiro when he uttered those words. He’d struck a cord. Without another word, he dragged Shiro towards the door and gave him a hard shove out of his room before slamming the door. He shuffled back to his bed, plopping down on it and dissolving into tears for the umpteenth time that day.

Shiro was shoved out the door, and had said door slammed in his face. Ever since he snapped at Lance that day, their bond was a little strained. Lance tried to be understanding, knowing that he wasn’t feeling like himself as of late, but even then he had his breaking point. Both of them did. And they both reached that point, and Lance threw his own harsh words back in his face. In a way, he felt that he deserved it. He sighed, turning his back to the door and leaning against it. That was when he saw Keith across the hall.