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Scrapple Part Two
This is the sequel to Scrapple.  It has more slashy overtones to it. 

 

Scrapple Part Two

 

By UsagiRyu

 

Thank you Tina and Harm for helping me brainstorm out this idea J  And Thank you to Skylar for letting me use Commander Kerri Brown J

 

/*********/

 

“Do you believe in reincarnation?” Keith asked Lance one night after they made love.

 

“What brought that up?” Lance looked up, surprised.  Normally after sex, Keith was sleepy and would drift off contently.

 

“Just thinking, that’s all,” Keith said.

 

“About your parents?”

 

“And about Scrapple too. I miss him, Lance.”

 

Lance looked down. “I know. I miss him too.  He was the coolest rat.  But even if he’s reincarnated, you don’t know that he’d be on Arus.  There are thousands of planets he could be on.”

 

“I know,” Keith sighed.  “Just wishful thinking. I haven’t even seen him in my dreams for a few months now.”

 

Lance rubbed Keith’s shoulders.  “Don’t worry about it, Keith.  If it’s meant to be it will be, isn’t that what you always say?”

 

“OK, this is scary, you using my own words against me. Or is my Buddhism rubbing off on you?” Keith laughed.

 

“Sorry, still atheist.  But still I respect you and your Buddhism,” Lance said honestly.  Lance kissed Keith and said “Let’s get some sleep. The camping trip is coming up tomorrow.”

 

“It’s more than a camping trip, Lance. It’s a field survival test too.”

 

“Sure, take all the fun out of it,” Lance teased his lover.

 

“You’re right though, we need to get some sleep,” Keith yawned.

 

“Night, Keith.”

 

“Night, Lance.”

 

/****/

 

Early the next morning, the Voltron Force, with Sven and Romelle with them too, marched out of the Castle of the Lions and deep into the woods.  They set up camp in a meadow filled with wild flowers.  “Oh, it’s beautiful,” Princess Allura said to her girlfriend, Commander Kerri Brown.

 

“Yes, it is,” Keith agreed.  “And, it has clean water to drink and we can find food too.” 

 

“You should find plenty of food, Keith, being a vegetarian, look at all the berries around here,” Lance teased.

 

Keith snorted.  “Let’s divvy up the chores.  Who wants to gather fire wood?” Keith asked.  No one raised their hands.  “Come on, darkness comes early in these woods.  We have to build a fire.”  Still no one volunteered.  “Fine, I’ll get the fire wood.  Lance, you and Allura get any edible plants, berries and herbs you can find.  Kerri, you and Sven will hunt.  Pidge, you, Hunk and Romelle will clear a spot for the camp fire. And build a fire ring.”

 

“Right, Skipper!” Pidge said.

 

“Everyone, make sure you have your communicators on at all times,” Keith ordered.  Everyone clicked on their communicators.  “OK, let’s get this camp set up.”

 

/****/

 

As Allura and Lance gathered up berries, Lance came across some berries that looked like strawberries on Earth.  And strawberries were Keith’s favorite berry.  Lance was about to pick them when Allura stopped him.  “Lance, those berries will make you hallucinate badly before they kill you,” She said.

 

“But they look like strawberries,” Lance protested.

 

“And they’re not. They’re called glitter berries and are dangerous.  Trust me,” Allura shook her head.

 

“OK, I won’t feed those to Keith then.  What is safe to eat around here?”

 

“These.  They’re called bear grapes and are very tasty.  And these,” Allura showed Lance the safe things to eat.  Soon they filled their baskets with mushrooms, herbs, berries and fruit.

 

/****/

 

Sven and Kerri held their rifles while they peered through the thicket. There, in the center of yet another meadow was a four point buck.  The two shared a look and aimed their rifles at the buck.  They fired at the same time, hitting the buck.  Sven stood over the buck and said “Thank you,” to the buck.  Kerri bowed her head in respect.

 

/****/

 

Hunk carried stones from the creek while Pidge and Romelle cleared grasses from the center of the ring of tents.  Then they set up a ring of stones.

 

/****/

 

Keith gathered up fallen, dried wood in his arms.  He was focused on his task and not on the surroundings for once.

 

In the under brush, a sleek, young black panther watched as Keith picked up the wood.  The panther growled softly and crouched down, waiting for the right moment to strike.  As soon as Keith was facing the under brush, the panther darted out and pounced on Keith. 

 

Keith let out a shout of fear.  Then, the panther did something strange. It chattered at Keith and licked his nose.  Keith looked deep into the panther’s golden eyes and saw a soul he had not seen since he was fourteen.  “Scrapple? Is that you?” He asked, dazed.  The panther nodded his head.  “Oh, Scrapple!” Keith hugged Scrapple.  Scrapple licked Keith’s face and chattered.  “I missed you so much.  You look amazing, Scrap,” Keith said.  Scrapple preened himself.  He had a black, glossy fur coat and rich golden eyes.  His paws were massive and his claws like daggers.  “You came back to me,” Keith said, dazed.  Scrapple nodded his head again.  “Let’s go back to camp, Scrap.” Keith picked up his wood.  “I guess you’ll have to walk. You won’t fit on my shoulder, Scrapple.”

 

Scrapple chattered.

 

Keith picked up his fallen wood and Scrapple walked beside him back to camp.  Everyone stood up when they saw Keith come into the meadow with a panther by his side.  “Um, Keith, do you know you have a panther beside you?” Lance asked.

 

“Yes, this is Scrapple,” Keith smiled.

 

“Scrapple? I thought he was a rat,” Allura said.

 

“He came back to me as a panther,” Keith answered.

 

Scrapple ran up to Lance and knocked him down, then licked his nose.  He chattered at Lance too.  “Son of a gun,” Lance said.  “It is Scrap!  What took you so long?”

 

“How do you know?” Kerri asked.

 

“Scrapple would always lick our nose and chatter at us.  It’s a rat’s way of saying he’s happy. Sort of like a cat purring,” Lance explained.

 

“Ah, and he came back as a panther on Arus?” Kerri seemed stunned.

 

“I guess he did. He wanted to be with Keith again, right?”

 

“I think so,” Keith said.  Scrapple yawned and sniffed around the camp, accepting pets from everyone but Kerri.  The two stared at each other first.  Then he rubbed up against Kerri and made his distinct chattering noise again.

 

Kerri finally petted him.  “What did he look like as a rat?”

 

“Sleek, long.  Dappled brown fur.  A very handsome rat, really,” Keith said. “His mother was pure white.  An albino.”  Keith pulled out pictures of Scrapple in his old body and of Winter, his mother.

 

“Very pretty,” Kerri said.

 

“Thank you.”  Keith built the fire in the stone circle.  “What’s to eat?” He asked.  Then he saw the young buck.  “Poor buck,” He frowned.  “I know I told you to hunt, but still...”

 

Lance patted Keith on the shoulder.  “I know, Keith.  He was a beautiful animal.”

 

“I already prepared him,” Sven said.  “So he’s ready to be cooked.”

 

“I’ll sit down wind then,” Keith said.  Having never consumed meat, even when he was a child, the very smell of it made Keith sick.  Keith picked a seat where he did not have to see the animal being cooked and prepared the berries and herbs into a salad.  He drizzled some honey over it and shared it with his friends. Everyone else ate the buck along with the salad.

 

After they ate, the friends sat around the camp fire watching it glow in the darkness. Since it was autumn on Arus, the night came with a chill.  “Remember that time your cousin took us camping, Lance,” Keith said.  “When we were twelve.”

 

“Yeah. And I remember the ghost stories my cousin told us too,” Lance shivered.  Keith put an arm around Lance and Scrapple pressed his body against Keith’s leg. 

 

“Those stories were pretty scary,” Keith admitted.  “Do you remember those stories, Scrapple?” Keith asked.  Scrapple meowed softly.

 

“I don’t want to hear any ghost stories,” Pidge huddled next to Hunk.

 

“Not even about the ... never mind,” Allura said with an evil grin crossing her features in the dark.

 

“What?” Pidge asked.  “What?”

 

“Oh, nothing. I’m sure it’s just an old wives’ tale.  But, my father told me about this guy… it’s nothing, I’m sure.”

 

Pidge squeaked and clung to Hunk.

 

“OK, Allura,” Keith laughed.  “Tell or don’t. Stop scaring Pidge.”

 

Allura snickered.  “OK, I have a real ghost story.  There was this little girl whose parents took her camping in the woods one nice fall weekend.  While playing in the meadow, this very meadow mind you, she met up with another little girl.  The second little girl said ‘I’m so lonely.  I would love to play with you.’ So the two little girls played all day and into the night.  Then, the first little girl’s parents came to take her to their tent.  She turned to her parents and started to introduce her parents to the second little girl.  But the little girl had vanished.  The first little girl went back to her tent with her parents but did not forget about her new friend.  The next day, the first little girl went exploring, looking for her friend and did not find her.  Instead, she found a tiny cabin in the woods. She knocked on the door and an old woman answered.  The little girl asked if she knew of any other little girls who lived in the woods.  The little described her friend and the old woman said ‘That was my daughter.  She was murdered twenty years ago yesterday in the meadow in which you played.’.”

 

“Who was the first little girl?” Pidge asked, his voice quivering.

 

“The first little girl,” Allura said, pausing for dramatic effect.  “Was me.”

 

Pidge let out a gasp.  Hunk put an arm around him.  Keith looked at Allura and saw that she was telling the truth.  “Amazing,” Keith said.  “And you did not know she was a ghost?”

 

“No, she was just as real as you or I,” Allura answered.

 

Pidge shivered.  “Was the murder caught?” He asked.

 

“Yes.  He was lynched by the murdered girl’s uncles and brothers.  His ghost also haunts this area.  Some nights you can hear him swinging from that tree over there, where he was hung.”

 

Just then, one of the trees creaked in the wind and everyone jumped.  Scrapple fluffed out.  Nervous laughter filled the meadow.  “That was a great story, Princess,” Keith said, petting Scrapple.

 

“Thanks, Keith,” Allura smiled.

 

The friends let the fire burn down.  They went into their tents: Keith, Lance and Scrapple in one, Romelle and Sven in another, Allura and Kerri in another and Hunk and Pidge in the last one.  Scrapple snuggled up against Keith before Lance could get into the large sleeping bag the two men would share.  Lance raised an eyebrow.  “Scrapple, can you move over some?” Lance asked.  Scrapple scooted over one inch exactly. 

 

Keith laughed.  “OK, Scrapple, let Lance into the bag and I’ll stay in between you two, I promise.”

 

Scrapple rolled his golden eyes and shifted so that Lance could slide into the bag and wrap his arms around Keith.  Lance whispered “Welcome back, Scrap,” and both men fell asleep.

 

THE END


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