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Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and Kusuo woke up on the roof, Pidges hand-built computers spread out in front of them.
“It…it worked. Allura actually managed to send us back in time.” Lance said, tearing up. Kusuo looked at him.
‘Right now, she’s alive. We have the chance to improve everything.’ Kusuo said, trying to comfort him. Before the group could figure out what to say next, they saw the pod Shiro had stolen begin its path to crash into Earth. ‘I found Keith. Let’s go.’
– - –
Shiro didn’t struggle.
“Where were you?” one of the people in hazmat suits asked. Shiro just smirked.
“It doesn’t matter, now does it? My friends will be here soon enough.” As if he’d planned it, just as he finished saying that explosions went off outside. Keith ran in, easily dispatching the scientists. Soon after, as he was sawing off the bonds, the other four human members of their team ran in.
“Keith! My dude!” Lance exclaimed as he ran in. “You couldn’t have waited a sec?” Keith just rolled his eyes and finished freeing Shiro.
– - –
“FUCK!” Keith exclaimed, narrowly avoiding being caught. “I know it's because I’m used to more advanced tech but this thing feels so clunky!” Thankfully, they lost their pursuers and reached Keith's place in the desert.
‘Let’s figure out where the Blue is while we wait for Shiro to wake up.’ Kusuo suggested.
– - –
Finally, Shiro woke up, and the non-Altean members of team Voltron were reunited. (There were a few tears. And a lot of hugs.)
“Once we have the blue lion we should write down everything we remember of the future. It’ll change as we go, butterfly effect and all that, but we should anyway.” Shiro said.
‘If you guys make a list I can grab the stuff you want for space while you guys get the blue lion.’ Kusuo volunteered. That both brought down the mood (remebering they’d be away from Earth for a while.) and perked them up (actually being able to pack this time.). ‘Also, someone needs to warn the garrison about the impending Galra invasion. If they don’t listen it won’t be our fault anymore.’ Everyone was used to Kusuos attitude by now, and didn’t react to that statement except by calling not-it.
– - –
Soon they went their separate ways. Kusuo grabbed his phone and texted Kuusuke. (They’d been improving their relationship the past year or so. Kuusuke was actually the reason Kusuo was at the garrison in the first place, bribing him with instructions on how to make his limiters if he didn’t purposefully flop.)
Kusuo: I time-traveled. Not actually my fault this time. I’m not the only one, some friends came with. I’m going to be in space for a while, fighting evil space colonizers. I’m…going to miss you.
Kusuo: Also said alien colonizers might invade Earth in a few years.
He went back to shopping, stealing Kuusukes money as he went. His brother was rich, and anyway, he wouldn’t be around to steal his money for a while. He looked at the list. Lance had asked for snacks, while Hunk had asked him to stock up on specific ingredients that it was hard to find space substitutes for. Pidge had asked him to stock up on their favorite brand of pads. Keith had told him to pick out some clothes, and that he was trusting him to treat this seriously. Shiro had asked for board games, books, and the like. There were other miscellaneous items too. Blankets/pillows, specific pieces of media, specific snacks for each person, some stuffed animals, etc. Kusuo went from store to store without complaint.
Kuusuke: I suppose I’ll miss you too.
Kuusuke: also, EXCUSE ME, ALIENS???
Kusuo: Actually, do you want to come to space? There's some really cool stuff.
Kuusuke: …fuck it. Just let me get my affairs in order.
Kusuo: You probably have less than a varga.
Kusuo: Sorry, less than an hour.
Kuusuke: *blinks rapidly* what the fuck.
Kusuo: Also I’m almost done shopping, is there anything you’ll want in space that you aren’t already packing?
Kuusuke: I think I’m good.
– - –
Soon the many bags of stuff were in the blue lion, and team Voltrons non-Altean members, along with Kuusuke were packing into the cockpit.
“Why are we bringing your brother again?” Lance complained.
‘I thought Pidge would appreciate having him around. Remember their reaction when they first put together who he was? Even though I call him Kuusuke, and she knows my family name is Saiki, she didn’t put together that he’s, and I quote, “ the Kuusuke Saiki.”’
“Shut up Kusuo! Besides, I bet Shiros going to love having another adult around besides Coran. Love Coran, not exactly an adult figure.”
“First off, Allura is basically an adult figure. Second…I won’t deny it. Kusuo, I may not be psychic like you but I can practically hear you thinking that you’re responsible. You’re not.”
‘It’s not my fault I’m surrounded by disasters!’