Hangin' Tough
By KittyLynne
Disclaimers: Voltron and all associated characters are owned and copyrighted by WEP. Original/new characters belong to the author.
Rating: G
Author's Note: Voltron: Defender of the Universe and all its characters are the property of World Events Productions and Toei Animation. I do not claim any of the characters or the lions in any way, shape or form-especially the generic V3D forms!) *KittyLynne hisses and spits at defunct Netter Enterprises*
Originally Published 2006 - Revised 2014
Rating: G
Author's Note: Voltron: Defender of the Universe and all its characters are the property of World Events Productions and Toei Animation. I do not claim any of the characters or the lions in any way, shape or form-especially the generic V3D forms!) *KittyLynne hisses and spits at defunct Netter Enterprises*
Originally Published 2006 - Revised 2014
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Stuck!
Truth be told, he enjoyed the rare times he was recognized for his talents in mechanical operations. But today recognition carried a curse. The last place Hunk wanted to spend a lovely, peaceful spring day was deep in the dank, steel walled bowels of the Castle of Lions, but that’s exactly where he had ended up.
Thanks to his thorough knowledge of the digital and hydraulic systems in the Lion launch chutes, he had been assigned by Keith to run a series of routine diagnostics, a tedious task he normally wouldn't have objected to - after all, he also prided himself on being a team player- but doing the diagnostics this time meant missing out going with Sven, Lance, Pidge and Keith to a picnic at a school that had been rebuilt near the castle. He had been looking forward to going for the last two weeks, and it had been a real blow to find out he was needed elsewhere at the last minute.
It wasn’t so much the thought of missing out on the scrumptious food being served as much as it was the knowledge that his absence would surely disappoint the children, who he visited as much as his responsibilities allowed, and who held very special places in his heart. Even if he wasn’t as dashing or well known as Keith or Lance, he was always treated like a hero by the children of Arus, who didn’t care if he had movie star looks, or could pop off witty one liners at the drop of a hat. No matter what, the children always loved him...big appetite, gravelly voice, plain face, clumsiness and all.
Knowing that the Princess herself had been unable to go due to Coran’s last minute change in plans didn't make him feel any better. ~At least she gets to relax in peace and quiet somewhere there’s sunlight, a great view, and climate control. I wonder why she looked so upset when Coran told her she couldn’t go? I can’t imagine that a picnic with screaming, boisterous kids would exactly be a Princess’ idea of fun.~
After setting down the bucket of tools and laptop he carried, Hunk’s massive shoulders lifted and fell in a sigh, the harsh exhalation bouncing off steel walls and into the five corridors branching off from the chamber in which he was standing. ~Well, like Keith said, however tedious it is, this testing is vital. A mechanical breakdown during an attack would be disastrous. We have enough problems dealin’ with Zarkon without adding sheer lack of preparation to the list. The Skipper is right- just because it’s a routine job that may go unnoticed, doesn’t make it any less important to our survival.~
With renewed resolve, he knelt down and eyed the tracks beneath his transport and then walked to the other four now empty tracks in turn, taking visual inventory for signs of obvious stress or wear.
~Looks pretty good so far, but appearances can be deceivin’- the internal circuitry could be still be compromised. Better get to work on it... if I concentrate and do things right the first time, I might still be able to make the start of the soccer game after the picnic.~
Truth be told, he enjoyed the rare times he was recognized for his talents in mechanical operations. But today recognition carried a curse. The last place Hunk wanted to spend a lovely, peaceful spring day was deep in the dank, steel walled bowels of the Castle of Lions, but that’s exactly where he had ended up.
Thanks to his thorough knowledge of the digital and hydraulic systems in the Lion launch chutes, he had been assigned by Keith to run a series of routine diagnostics, a tedious task he normally wouldn't have objected to - after all, he also prided himself on being a team player- but doing the diagnostics this time meant missing out going with Sven, Lance, Pidge and Keith to a picnic at a school that had been rebuilt near the castle. He had been looking forward to going for the last two weeks, and it had been a real blow to find out he was needed elsewhere at the last minute.
It wasn’t so much the thought of missing out on the scrumptious food being served as much as it was the knowledge that his absence would surely disappoint the children, who he visited as much as his responsibilities allowed, and who held very special places in his heart. Even if he wasn’t as dashing or well known as Keith or Lance, he was always treated like a hero by the children of Arus, who didn’t care if he had movie star looks, or could pop off witty one liners at the drop of a hat. No matter what, the children always loved him...big appetite, gravelly voice, plain face, clumsiness and all.
Knowing that the Princess herself had been unable to go due to Coran’s last minute change in plans didn't make him feel any better. ~At least she gets to relax in peace and quiet somewhere there’s sunlight, a great view, and climate control. I wonder why she looked so upset when Coran told her she couldn’t go? I can’t imagine that a picnic with screaming, boisterous kids would exactly be a Princess’ idea of fun.~
After setting down the bucket of tools and laptop he carried, Hunk’s massive shoulders lifted and fell in a sigh, the harsh exhalation bouncing off steel walls and into the five corridors branching off from the chamber in which he was standing. ~Well, like Keith said, however tedious it is, this testing is vital. A mechanical breakdown during an attack would be disastrous. We have enough problems dealin’ with Zarkon without adding sheer lack of preparation to the list. The Skipper is right- just because it’s a routine job that may go unnoticed, doesn’t make it any less important to our survival.~
With renewed resolve, he knelt down and eyed the tracks beneath his transport and then walked to the other four now empty tracks in turn, taking visual inventory for signs of obvious stress or wear.
~Looks pretty good so far, but appearances can be deceivin’- the internal circuitry could be still be compromised. Better get to work on it... if I concentrate and do things right the first time, I might still be able to make the start of the soccer game after the picnic.~
High in the ramparts of the Castle of Lions, Allura, Crown Princess of Arus, sat on a lavishly cushioned window seat in her bedroom, gazing wistfully out upon the sun-drenched landscape far below.
~It just isn’t fair!~ She thought, a mutinous frown marring the sweet perfection of her face. ~I would have been perfectly safe going to an all- school picnic with the boys! It wasn’t like we were going out into desolate wilderness for lion’s sake, so what does it matter if Coran found out he couldn’t accompany us at the last minute? The boys are always polite and careful with me and besides, the children would have made the best chaperones of all-they never want to leave the boys alone for a minute!~
Grinning at the mental image of dozens of sweet faced but boisterous children loudly vying for the attention of five overwhelmed Space Explorers, Allura rose from her seat. The skirts of her voluminous pink dress billowed softly around her as she began to pace the length of the luxurious sanctuary that had begun to feel more and more like a prison to her. ~How am I supposed to rally my people and bolster their morale if I am constantly stuffed away in my chambers? How can I convince them that I am serious about protecting them and maintain my credibility as their sovereign, if I am always safely holed up inside the walls of this castle while they continue to take their chances on the outside of it? Coran thinks he’s acting in the best interests of the people in keeping me out of the public eye, but my title will mean nothing if the people start to question my fortitude and ability to look after them. I must find a way to get to that school!.~
Allura strode over to the window and looked out, her wide blue gaze unerringly picking out the stucco school building nestled at the foot of the hill and the outlines of only four of the five lion ships. Her heart leapt in excitement. ~Not all of them are there- Yellow Lion is missing. I could catch a ride with Hunk if he hasn’t left- the poor man’s so shy around me, I bet he wouldn’t argue about taking me along!~
Without any further thought on the matter, the Princess ran for the control panel for her door. After tinkering with it for only a few moments, she managed to manually override the lock function that had been engaged from the outside by the overzealous Royal Advisor as a precaution.. As the panel slid back she bolted from the room and headed straight for Castle Control, filled with a fierce determination to locate the Yellow Lion pilot before he could leave the building.
~It just isn’t fair!~ She thought, a mutinous frown marring the sweet perfection of her face. ~I would have been perfectly safe going to an all- school picnic with the boys! It wasn’t like we were going out into desolate wilderness for lion’s sake, so what does it matter if Coran found out he couldn’t accompany us at the last minute? The boys are always polite and careful with me and besides, the children would have made the best chaperones of all-they never want to leave the boys alone for a minute!~
Grinning at the mental image of dozens of sweet faced but boisterous children loudly vying for the attention of five overwhelmed Space Explorers, Allura rose from her seat. The skirts of her voluminous pink dress billowed softly around her as she began to pace the length of the luxurious sanctuary that had begun to feel more and more like a prison to her. ~How am I supposed to rally my people and bolster their morale if I am constantly stuffed away in my chambers? How can I convince them that I am serious about protecting them and maintain my credibility as their sovereign, if I am always safely holed up inside the walls of this castle while they continue to take their chances on the outside of it? Coran thinks he’s acting in the best interests of the people in keeping me out of the public eye, but my title will mean nothing if the people start to question my fortitude and ability to look after them. I must find a way to get to that school!.~
Allura strode over to the window and looked out, her wide blue gaze unerringly picking out the stucco school building nestled at the foot of the hill and the outlines of only four of the five lion ships. Her heart leapt in excitement. ~Not all of them are there- Yellow Lion is missing. I could catch a ride with Hunk if he hasn’t left- the poor man’s so shy around me, I bet he wouldn’t argue about taking me along!~
Without any further thought on the matter, the Princess ran for the control panel for her door. After tinkering with it for only a few moments, she managed to manually override the lock function that had been engaged from the outside by the overzealous Royal Advisor as a precaution.. As the panel slid back she bolted from the room and headed straight for Castle Control, filled with a fierce determination to locate the Yellow Lion pilot before he could leave the building.
Hunk whistled tunelessly to himself as he completed the last diagnostic on the propulsion systems below the transport tracks. So far everything had checked out and was running at optimum efficiency, and he could feel his spirits rising with each additional stellar maintenance report he received. The last test was no exception- every launch pod system was in top notch condition.
His thick fingers flew nimbly over the keyboard as he quickly severed the connection between his laptop and the control panel beneath the tracks. Once the interface had been terminated, he sat back on his haunches and smiled in satisfaction. ~What I have to do now is check the controls for deploying the chutes, and then I can join the others!~
He wiped away the trickle of sweat that trickled from under his headband as his dark eyed gaze quickly zeroed in on his next objective.
~All right, those wall panels are always the easiest to get at-and this is gonna be a piece of cake!~
He bent down to grab his tools and the laptop and then hurried over to the blinking control boxes that ran the chute cylinder and five trapezes lifts the pilots used to quickly get to the transports below the castle-and what Sven referred to as the ‘equivalent of sliding down a firefighter’s pole.’ But Hunk's exuberance faded as he studied the complex circuitry with a practiced eye. ~Rats, there’s a weird lookin’ glitch here. Have to do a super thorough check - it would be a long, deadly fall from that trapeze bar if somethin’ goes wrong. Better check that the manual safety features are workin’ first, just in case there’s a problem with the hydraulics.~
His thick fingers flew nimbly over the keyboard as he quickly severed the connection between his laptop and the control panel beneath the tracks. Once the interface had been terminated, he sat back on his haunches and smiled in satisfaction. ~What I have to do now is check the controls for deploying the chutes, and then I can join the others!~
He wiped away the trickle of sweat that trickled from under his headband as his dark eyed gaze quickly zeroed in on his next objective.
~All right, those wall panels are always the easiest to get at-and this is gonna be a piece of cake!~
He bent down to grab his tools and the laptop and then hurried over to the blinking control boxes that ran the chute cylinder and five trapezes lifts the pilots used to quickly get to the transports below the castle-and what Sven referred to as the ‘equivalent of sliding down a firefighter’s pole.’ But Hunk's exuberance faded as he studied the complex circuitry with a practiced eye. ~Rats, there’s a weird lookin’ glitch here. Have to do a super thorough check - it would be a long, deadly fall from that trapeze bar if somethin’ goes wrong. Better check that the manual safety features are workin’ first, just in case there’s a problem with the hydraulics.~
Allura ran as fast as her high heeled slippers and full skirts would allow, which, she had to admit, wasn’t very fast at all. ~I wish Coran would let me wear boots and that pantsuit I have and allow me to save the dresses for formal events. It would make getting around so much easier.~ She stopped briefly to kick off her shoes, heedless of where they landed, smiling in satisfaction at the extra speed the lack of heels gave her.
After slowing down to a regal pace and to nod in acknowledgment of the respectful but admiring stares of a few castle guards that had opted to return to royal service, she continued her dash to the nerve center of the Castle of Lions, breathing a silent prayer of thanks when the guards saluted but did not attempt to waylay her with questions as to her destination or her barefooted state.
Soon the heavy titanium doors of the operations center loomed in front of her. Skidding to a halt, Allura rapidly punched in the keypad code that would open the portal. The massive doors slowly parted, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Coran had stepped out, and the chamber was presently empty, due the current shortage of staff. However, her jubilation quickly evaporated as she spotted the raised cylinder that indicated that the lion shuttles had already been deployed.
~Oh noooo....I’ve missed him! Now what am I going to do?~
Her groan of despair was cut short by the sound of a booming voice filled with exasperation rising from one of the chutes. Allura listened intently, and then blushed and giggled at the colorful terminology reaching her ears, recognizing several words as pithy curses from different Earth languages. ~Hunk’s still in the launch area! But he might be getting ready to blast off at any minute, I must hurry and get his attention!~
With her heart pounding from excitement as well as from her mad sprint to Ops, the Princess hurried over to the opened chute marked with the number 4, and grasped the side of the doorway as she gazed down into the shadowy depths below. She grinned as a new spate of curses pinpointed Hunk’s location.
~He doesn’t sound happy...hope there’s nothing wrong with his pod. Unfortunately with the racket he’s making right now he certainly won’t hear me if I yell from here. I suppose I could run next door to the lifts, but what if he fixes what’s wrong and leaves in the meantime?~
Allura’s eyes lifted to the trapeze bar that was a tempting arm’s reach away, then back down the to the faint point of light far below her feet. She gnawed at her lip, contemplating the pros and cons of the wild plan that had popped into her mind . ~Ooh, it’s so far down! And Coran will have my head if he finds out I rode down there on one of these things. But there’s no other way ...and I’ve seen the guys do it a million times without a single problem, so hard can it be? I’ll just shut my eyes, and before I know it, I’ll be at the bottom.~
Not giving herself time for second thoughts, Allura reached out and tightly grasped the bar in front of her with both hands. Taking a deep breath, she balanced on the tips of her toes and then launched herself into freefall.
After slowing down to a regal pace and to nod in acknowledgment of the respectful but admiring stares of a few castle guards that had opted to return to royal service, she continued her dash to the nerve center of the Castle of Lions, breathing a silent prayer of thanks when the guards saluted but did not attempt to waylay her with questions as to her destination or her barefooted state.
Soon the heavy titanium doors of the operations center loomed in front of her. Skidding to a halt, Allura rapidly punched in the keypad code that would open the portal. The massive doors slowly parted, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Coran had stepped out, and the chamber was presently empty, due the current shortage of staff. However, her jubilation quickly evaporated as she spotted the raised cylinder that indicated that the lion shuttles had already been deployed.
~Oh noooo....I’ve missed him! Now what am I going to do?~
Her groan of despair was cut short by the sound of a booming voice filled with exasperation rising from one of the chutes. Allura listened intently, and then blushed and giggled at the colorful terminology reaching her ears, recognizing several words as pithy curses from different Earth languages. ~Hunk’s still in the launch area! But he might be getting ready to blast off at any minute, I must hurry and get his attention!~
With her heart pounding from excitement as well as from her mad sprint to Ops, the Princess hurried over to the opened chute marked with the number 4, and grasped the side of the doorway as she gazed down into the shadowy depths below. She grinned as a new spate of curses pinpointed Hunk’s location.
~He doesn’t sound happy...hope there’s nothing wrong with his pod. Unfortunately with the racket he’s making right now he certainly won’t hear me if I yell from here. I suppose I could run next door to the lifts, but what if he fixes what’s wrong and leaves in the meantime?~
Allura’s eyes lifted to the trapeze bar that was a tempting arm’s reach away, then back down the to the faint point of light far below her feet. She gnawed at her lip, contemplating the pros and cons of the wild plan that had popped into her mind . ~Ooh, it’s so far down! And Coran will have my head if he finds out I rode down there on one of these things. But there’s no other way ...and I’ve seen the guys do it a million times without a single problem, so hard can it be? I’ll just shut my eyes, and before I know it, I’ll be at the bottom.~
Not giving herself time for second thoughts, Allura reached out and tightly grasped the bar in front of her with both hands. Taking a deep breath, she balanced on the tips of her toes and then launched herself into freefall.
Even before the monitor started flashing, Hunk’s sharp hearing had picked up the unmistakable sounds of an unauthorized trapeze launch from one of the tube entrances high above him. A quick look at the monitor showed him that the person was in chute number four-the one designated for the Blue Lion transport.
Quietly setting down his computer, he drew his blaster and cautiously moved to the base of the chute where he would have a clear shot, but be just out of sight of the person descending. His formidable looking biceps tightened with anticipation as he waited for a body to come dropping out of the chute.
A moment later he had relaxed again as a grinding, screeching noise told him the person was not going to reach their destination. With a grim smile, he moved underneath the tube to get a look at the person who was now dangling helplessly from a trapeze bar that had stopped thirty feet above the ground.
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Hunk’s smile disappeared as he heard the very familiar, feminine shrieks and the sound of tearing material from above him. He looked up, aghast...and then the world disappeared as a cloud of pink descended upon him.
Quietly setting down his computer, he drew his blaster and cautiously moved to the base of the chute where he would have a clear shot, but be just out of sight of the person descending. His formidable looking biceps tightened with anticipation as he waited for a body to come dropping out of the chute.
A moment later he had relaxed again as a grinding, screeching noise told him the person was not going to reach their destination. With a grim smile, he moved underneath the tube to get a look at the person who was now dangling helplessly from a trapeze bar that had stopped thirty feet above the ground.
“HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!”
Hunk’s smile disappeared as he heard the very familiar, feminine shrieks and the sound of tearing material from above him. He looked up, aghast...and then the world disappeared as a cloud of pink descended upon him.
Hunk To The Rescue!
Halfway down chute four, a bare-legged Allura hung motionless and maintaining a death grip on the trapeze bar. She had felt her dress catch on something sharp at the beginning of her descent, but had been unable to stop herself in time. She had watched with horror as her skirt was ripped cleanly away from the pointed seams at her waist and fell into the shadows beneath her, and prayed that her panties would stay intact.
But that turned out to be the least of her worries when the trapeze had come to a gut wrenching halt.
Although the thought of being seen in her panties was embarrassing, the prospect of falling instilled terror. After the initial shock of the incident had worn off, her reason returned, and she had to admit that being rid of the skirt material was a blessing. She was distinctly lacking in upper body strength, and her arms were already beginning to ache from the strain of holding herself in place without the added weight of yards of the heavy silk adding to the downward pull of gravity.
Staring down at the circle of light framed between her dangling feet she could make out a masculine figure that now seemed to be draped in pink. ~Oh no, my skirt fell right on top of him. How humiliating can this get?~ But she couldn't worry about that now. Brushing aside her mortification, she shouted to the Yellow Lion pilot.
“HUNK! CAN YOU HEAR ME? ITS ALLURA!”
She could see the pink draped figure making several violent gestures and suddenly a blur of a face appeared.
“I HEAR YA PRINCESS!” Hunk’s voice boomed back up at her, its tone hearty and reassuring. “HANG IN THERE, I‘M GONNA GET YOU DOWN!”
“THANK YOU!” Allura yelled back. She smiled down at her soon-to-be-savior, then gasped and clamped her legs together as she realized exactly what the view must look like from his perspective. It was probably far too dark for him to see her underwear from where he stood, of course, but it still seemed very wanton and improper for her legs to be parted with Hunk standing right underneath her.
Halfway down chute four, a bare-legged Allura hung motionless and maintaining a death grip on the trapeze bar. She had felt her dress catch on something sharp at the beginning of her descent, but had been unable to stop herself in time. She had watched with horror as her skirt was ripped cleanly away from the pointed seams at her waist and fell into the shadows beneath her, and prayed that her panties would stay intact.
But that turned out to be the least of her worries when the trapeze had come to a gut wrenching halt.
Although the thought of being seen in her panties was embarrassing, the prospect of falling instilled terror. After the initial shock of the incident had worn off, her reason returned, and she had to admit that being rid of the skirt material was a blessing. She was distinctly lacking in upper body strength, and her arms were already beginning to ache from the strain of holding herself in place without the added weight of yards of the heavy silk adding to the downward pull of gravity.
Staring down at the circle of light framed between her dangling feet she could make out a masculine figure that now seemed to be draped in pink. ~Oh no, my skirt fell right on top of him. How humiliating can this get?~ But she couldn't worry about that now. Brushing aside her mortification, she shouted to the Yellow Lion pilot.
“HUNK! CAN YOU HEAR ME? ITS ALLURA!”
She could see the pink draped figure making several violent gestures and suddenly a blur of a face appeared.
“I HEAR YA PRINCESS!” Hunk’s voice boomed back up at her, its tone hearty and reassuring. “HANG IN THERE, I‘M GONNA GET YOU DOWN!”
“THANK YOU!” Allura yelled back. She smiled down at her soon-to-be-savior, then gasped and clamped her legs together as she realized exactly what the view must look like from his perspective. It was probably far too dark for him to see her underwear from where he stood, of course, but it still seemed very wanton and improper for her legs to be parted with Hunk standing right underneath her.
~What in the Sam Hill was she tryin’ to do?~ Hunk thought in astonishment as he untangled himself from and tossed aside the pink material that had covered him. ~I gotta get her down quick!~
He hurried to the control panel and began to search for the source of the problem. It soon became apparent to him that a vital part of the motor had somehow burned out, causing the safety mechanism to engage and stop the descent. Invoking a manual override would cause the safety cable that now held Allura in place to slowly lower the bar, but he had no way of knowing if she had the strength and stamina withstand the violent jerking that type of descent would carry. He could try to ran back to the chute and catch her if she started to fall, but with his lack of foot speed, he doubted he’d cover the distance between the manual controls and the bottom of the chute in time.
He stood for a moment, thinking hard, desperately trying to come up with a solution even while other questions vied for attention in his busy mind. ~Why would she want to ride one of those contraptions when she could take the lift? And why did she want to come here? There’s nothin’ of interest for a Princess down here, and now it looks she’s ruined that pretty dress of hers...~
His eyes fell on the puddle of pink silk lying on the concrete slap below the chute, and his mouth fell open as it finally dawned on him that the Princess hanging helplessly above him was only partially clothed. ~Oh gods, I hafta get her down quick, before Coran or Nanny or someone else comes along and sees her in this state! Poor Princess, she’d be humiliated! Can’t let that happen to her...she’s been through enough crap as it is!~
Spinning on a booted heel, Hunk strode back to the tube to survey his last option for rescuing Allura. A safety harness and rappelling gear hung at the foot of the tube, and a series of tiny metal rungs ran up the side, forming a very precarious step ladder. They were barely a toe hold for someone with large size feet, but they would have to do.
“HANG TOUGH, PRINCESS! I’M COMIN’ UP TO GET YA!” He yelled, after strapping himself into the harness and throwing rappelling rope over his shoulder.
Heaving himself into the tube, he started to climb as quickly as his tenuous toe hold on the rungs would permit. Every few feet he stopped and looked up into the darkened chamber, concerned that he wasn’t yet able to discern the exact location of the shadowy figure dangling above his head.
~She’s pretty high up, higher than I thought. Wish I could see her a bit better.~
Just then, he spottted movement; a dim flash of white, and a flash of bright golden hair as it caught the faint light from the chute’s entrance, glinting like a beacon and guiding him to his target. Hunk smiled in relieved appreciation at the sight, before continuing to climb.
He hurried to the control panel and began to search for the source of the problem. It soon became apparent to him that a vital part of the motor had somehow burned out, causing the safety mechanism to engage and stop the descent. Invoking a manual override would cause the safety cable that now held Allura in place to slowly lower the bar, but he had no way of knowing if she had the strength and stamina withstand the violent jerking that type of descent would carry. He could try to ran back to the chute and catch her if she started to fall, but with his lack of foot speed, he doubted he’d cover the distance between the manual controls and the bottom of the chute in time.
He stood for a moment, thinking hard, desperately trying to come up with a solution even while other questions vied for attention in his busy mind. ~Why would she want to ride one of those contraptions when she could take the lift? And why did she want to come here? There’s nothin’ of interest for a Princess down here, and now it looks she’s ruined that pretty dress of hers...~
His eyes fell on the puddle of pink silk lying on the concrete slap below the chute, and his mouth fell open as it finally dawned on him that the Princess hanging helplessly above him was only partially clothed. ~Oh gods, I hafta get her down quick, before Coran or Nanny or someone else comes along and sees her in this state! Poor Princess, she’d be humiliated! Can’t let that happen to her...she’s been through enough crap as it is!~
Spinning on a booted heel, Hunk strode back to the tube to survey his last option for rescuing Allura. A safety harness and rappelling gear hung at the foot of the tube, and a series of tiny metal rungs ran up the side, forming a very precarious step ladder. They were barely a toe hold for someone with large size feet, but they would have to do.
“HANG TOUGH, PRINCESS! I’M COMIN’ UP TO GET YA!” He yelled, after strapping himself into the harness and throwing rappelling rope over his shoulder.
Heaving himself into the tube, he started to climb as quickly as his tenuous toe hold on the rungs would permit. Every few feet he stopped and looked up into the darkened chamber, concerned that he wasn’t yet able to discern the exact location of the shadowy figure dangling above his head.
~She’s pretty high up, higher than I thought. Wish I could see her a bit better.~
Just then, he spottted movement; a dim flash of white, and a flash of bright golden hair as it caught the faint light from the chute’s entrance, glinting like a beacon and guiding him to his target. Hunk smiled in relieved appreciation at the sight, before continuing to climb.
It was a sign of just how tired she was that Allura let her legs hang limply instead of drawing them up to cover herself, as Hunk approached her position. Her arms had gone far beyond the aching stage and had entered the dangerously numb phase. She could barely feel the metal surface underneath her curled fingers now, and her jaw clenched as she fought off the pain from the sharp muscle spasms in the back of her neck.
She squinted at the brawny male tiptoeing up the side of the chute. From this angle, her rescuer looked very much like a spiky haired spider on steroids. She chuckled at the image, and then moaned softly as the slight ripple of mirth triggered a new round of neck spasms.
~Oh gods, please hurry, Hunk! I don’t think I can hold on much longer! Oh why oh why oh why did I do such a stupid thing?~
She squinted at the brawny male tiptoeing up the side of the chute. From this angle, her rescuer looked very much like a spiky haired spider on steroids. She chuckled at the image, and then moaned softly as the slight ripple of mirth triggered a new round of neck spasms.
~Oh gods, please hurry, Hunk! I don’t think I can hold on much longer! Oh why oh why oh why did I do such a stupid thing?~
Hunk winced in sympathy at hearing the soft moan of pain from the Princess and he increased the pace of his climbing in response to the rush of adrenaline the tiny sound produced. ~She’s hurting, but I’m almost there. Please let her have the strength to hang on a bit longer.~
He glanced up and smiled encouragingly at the strained white face he could now see peering down at him over the tops of long, bared legs, that served as a reminder that it had been her dress skirt that had been torn. And so, as he drew nearer to her position, he gallantly averted his eyes from the scrap of ivory colored silk covering the junction between the Princess’ long, exquisitely formed limbs.
“Hunk, thank the Lions, you made it!” She gasped, as he drew level with her position. “I can’t feel my hands any more but I don’t think I can let go of this bar either. I’ve never liked heights, and I’m so scared of falling!” She made the confession in a small voice that held misery and none of its usual refinement.
Hunk looked up at the slender digits clutching the trapeze bar, taking note of the white knuckles, and then returned his dark eyed gaze to the azure colored eyes that were filled with a mixture of pain, embarrassment and fear. In that moment Allura looked more like a frightened child than a Princess to him, and any hesitation or shyness Hunk may have felt about addressing her in such awkward circumstances vanished.
“Don’t worry about it,“ he told her in a surprisingly soothing tone. “When the time comes, I promise you that you’ll be able to relax and let go.”
“You sound so sure of that,” he heard her murmur, as he attached the rappelling hooks to a sturdy steel crossbeam above his head.
“Cause I am sure!” He sent her a sideways grin, as he tested his weight on the steel cable, letting the end of it fall down to the bottom of the chute. “Great, this cord will be more than long enough!”
“That’s how we’re getting down?” Allura asked in a half whisper, as she stared at Hunk’s physique and then at the slender cable that not only had to bear his bulk, but the additional weight of hers.
“Yep, ‘cause the manual override won’t work in this kind of case.” He replied cheerfully. “Don’t let the circumference fool you, this wire is twenty times as strong as any rope. Trust me Princess- getting you down from your perch is going to be a piece of cake!”
She nodded, reassured by the air of confidence he exuded. “So what do you want me to do?”
“I’m gonna swing myself over to you and grab onto the bar. Once I’m there, wrap your legs...” Hunk stopped and cleared his throat as a blush stained his cheeks. “Um... put your legs around my waist, and then let go with one arm and put that around my neck. Are ya with me so far?”
She nodded solemnly, seemingly fascinated by the crimson color blooming under the bronze-colored skin of his face and throat.
“Then when I say ‘Go’, try to relax your entire body and then let go with your other hand. I’ll take it from there, all you have to do is hang on to me, okay Princess?”
Okay,” she agreed, in a steady voice. “I’m ready when you are.”
Hunk nodded and gave her a final, reassuring smile before launching himself towards the bar above her. Allura watched on in admiration as he reached his intended target the first time, his sturdy hands grabbing on to the trapeze bar just on the outside of hers. At his brief nod she slowly lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist, blinking in surprise at feeling steel hard muscle under his deceptively rounded abdomen.
At his second nod, Allura released her right hand and slowly wrapped the arm around his solid neck. As she looked into the blunt featured face, and noticed for the first time how thickly lashed Hunk’s eyelids were, and that his irises were not black, as she had first thought, but rather a deep, dark brown. His nose was rather flat and looked like it had been broken several times, but Allura decided it added to rather than detracted from his looks. His jaw was clean cut and firm, and his shoulders were reassuringly big and broad, as was the arm that had now wrapped around her waist.
They were each hanging by an arm now, but strangely she was no longer afraid or embarrassed. She supposed she should have been, given her state of undress and Hunk’s notoriously trademark clumsiness, although she had always suspected he had played that part up for laughs. However, something in the way he was holding her told her without words that he would never let any harm befall her. Relaxing at that thought, Allura lowered her head until it rested on one strong shoulder, and tightened the arm about his neck, but being careful not to choke him.
“Ready, Princess?” He asked, his warm breath stirring her hair. She nodded. “Okay, then...GO!”
At his barked command, Allura immediately let go of the bar and flung her arms around his neck, feeling vaguely surprised that he didn’t let her body move an inch even though his arm bore both their weights. ~He’s so strong. I’ve never met anyone as strong as Hunk is, but... he’s so gentle as well...~
“I’m going to let go now, Princess, and there might be a little bit of a drop before I catch the rope up, okay? You ready?”
“Yes. I trust you.” She mumbled the words into his vest .
Hunk smiled. ~What a trooper. She’s got more guts than the guys and Coran give her credit for.~ He swallowed hard as he felt lissome legs tighten around his waist. ~She’s got great gams and a nice backside too. Too bad I can’t ever tell the guys about ‘em- I would have loved to see the look on Lance’s face if he finds out I saw her this way. But he won't, it’s the price I gotta pay for bein' a gentleman.~
“Here we go,” he warned gently. “Just hang on to me and everything will be all right.”
“I know, and I’m ready,” she murmured, her legs and arms tightening even more around the solid bulk of his torso and neck.
Hunk took a deep breath and let go. There was a short stomach lurching drop before he grabbed the cable, but to his surprise, Allura made no sound, not even a whimper. He adjusted his weight in the harness before speaking. “You okay, Princess?”
She raised her head and gave him a wobbly smile. “Yes, thanks to you, I’m fine.”
“The worst part’s over. It’s smooth sailin’ from here.” He encouraged.
She nodded wearily, and laid her head back on his shoulder. Hunk began to lower them the rest of the way to the floor, taking care to keep the motion slow and steady. He could have gone much faster, but he was only human, and enjoying the feeling of having a sweet smelling, silky haired, half clad princess wrapped around him too much to hasten their descent.
~I feel like the Prince rescuing Rapunzel from her tower. This is gonna be a story to tell my future grandchildren for sure.~
Eventually he and his passenger did touch down at the bottom of the chute, and it was with the greatest reluctance that Hunk assisted the Princess to a standing position. They both blushed as they remembered her lack of a skirt, and Hunk ended up turning his back to her and whipping off his vest and then his t-shirt, which he gave to Allura who in turn tied around her waist as a make shift sarong.
“It’s okay, you can turn around now,” she told him shyly.
He did as she told him, and blurted out the question that had been teasing at him since their adventure had begun. “Princess, if ya don’t mind me askin’, why the heck were you tryin’ to come down here anyway?”
Allura sighed. “I was looking for you, actually.”
Hunk's eyes widened. “You-you were?”
“Yes.”
“Well...gee... if you knew I was here, why didn’t you just use the lift to come see me?”
She sighed. “I could hear you through the air shaft, and I was in a hurry to catch you because I thought I was running out of time, you were leaving, and I was going to ask if you’d take me to the school picnic with you. I really wanted to see the children again and I don’t care what Coran says, I think they need to see me too- how else are they going to know that their Princess understands their fears and cares about what happens to them?”
“Ah, I gotcha.” Hunk replied, feeling his elation ebb to wry acceptance. ~Shoulda known, she just needed me for a ride to the picnic. But... she went against Coran’s orders to go see the children, and that makes her more than okay in my book. She’s got a big heart, enough love in it for an entire planet- its too bad she doesn’t get to show that side of herself to the people.~ “Well, I’m sorry, Princess. I would have liked to take ya there, but I actually stayed behind to run some diagnostics on the computer and mechanical systems. I still have tests to run on the other chutes and now I have to fix whatever problem that’s cropped up in number four, so....” He shrugged and smiled apologetically.
“I understand.” Allura responded, trying not to show how disappointed she was at this piece of news.
Hunk gazed at her for a moment, then said, “But look, I have my communicator with me, I could call one of the guys back here to come and get you. I’m pretty sure that Lance would be here in a heartbeat.” He suggested, trying not to sound resentful.
Allura felt her cheeks grow hot with excitement, but the blush faded at the dull resignation in her rescuer’s chocolate brown eyes. Hunk loved spending time with the children, she knew that, but he was giving up his afternoon with the children to make the launch safe for his teammates. As disappointed as she was, he had to be even more so. “You know, that would be very nice... but I’ve decided I’d rather stay here and help you fix the chute problem- that is, if it’s all right with you.” She said quickly.
As she gave him an uncertain smile, Hunk’s face lit up. “Heck yeah, it’s all right...but are ya sure you really want to do that, Princess?”
“Of course I am!” She declared warmly. “Then afterwards, after I change, maybe we could have dinner together? I really haven’t gotten to know you very well, and I think maybe what happened today was a sign that I should change that.”
Hunk blinked down at her, his dark eyes shimmering with disbelief. “You wanna have dinner with me? Are you serious?”
Allura grinned up at him. “Totally serious. Why wouldn't I be?”
“I don't know, but it’s a deal!” He exclaimed, and the sheer happiness in his wide, white smile made Allura forget that her fingers were stiff, her arms ached and that she had a kink in her neck. Of course she’d have to ask him to get her some clothes before she went topside, but after all that had happened up in the chute, that notion didn’t phase her one bit. It was dealing with her guardian that worried her…
“How will I ever explain the stuck trapeze bar to Coran?” She murmured under her breath, but Hunk overheard.
“No worries. I’ll tell him I found the glitch while I was testing the launch sequences.” He assured her matter of factly. “You just gotta promise me that next time you want to use the chute you won’t be wearin’ a dress. If Coran and Keith ever found out I saw you like...uh, like that... they’d take turns knockin’ me right into next week- and Keith would probably bust me all the way down to ensign, for good measure.”
Allura giggled and placed her hand on his bicep. “I promise, no more dresses in the chute- although I don’t think I’ll even get up the nerve to try it again!” After a slight pause, she went on tip toe and kissed the side of his neck, since she wasn’t able to reach his cheek.
“Thank you for rescuing me and for keeping my secret.” She said, smiling at him.
“You’re welcome, Princess.” He answered, holding a hand to the place her lips had touched, mesmerized by the twin oceans of sparkling blue gazing up at him, before his sense of self-preservation gave him a kick in the backside. ~Don’t even go there buddy boy! Guys like you never get the girl, much less a Princess, so don’t set yourself up for an epic failure. Be satisfied that you’re an unsung hero, and move on.~
And he did move. Completely disregarding the fact that he still wore the safety harness, he turned and started to walk toward his abandoned equipment and away from temptation, but much to his chagrin, that temptation followed him, her bare feet making light, slapping noises against the smooth concrete floor. “Hunk, wait!”
“Yeah, what is it, Princess?” He stopped and looked at her inquiringly, and his thick eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he saw her grinning sheepishly at him.
“Well, first of all, since you’ve seen me in my underwear and considering I’m now wearing your shirt for a skirt, I think you can call me Allura!” She said laughingly. “And secondly... I don't think you're going to get very much further with that harness.” She pointed to the tether, which was stretched tight and poised to yank him backwards.
“Yeah...I guess you’re right.” Hunk replied, with a chuckle. “Okay then, uh, Allura...would you mind helping me out of this darn harness so we can get to work?”
“Anything for my big, strong hero.” The Princess responded, as she moved to assist him.
“Aw shucks...” Hunk felt warm all over. ~My Gosh, I think she’s actually flirtin' with me! The guys will never believe this...~ A grin stretched across his mouth.
Suddenly, there was no place that he'd rather be than in the dank, steely bowels of the Castle of Lions.
The End
He glanced up and smiled encouragingly at the strained white face he could now see peering down at him over the tops of long, bared legs, that served as a reminder that it had been her dress skirt that had been torn. And so, as he drew nearer to her position, he gallantly averted his eyes from the scrap of ivory colored silk covering the junction between the Princess’ long, exquisitely formed limbs.
“Hunk, thank the Lions, you made it!” She gasped, as he drew level with her position. “I can’t feel my hands any more but I don’t think I can let go of this bar either. I’ve never liked heights, and I’m so scared of falling!” She made the confession in a small voice that held misery and none of its usual refinement.
Hunk looked up at the slender digits clutching the trapeze bar, taking note of the white knuckles, and then returned his dark eyed gaze to the azure colored eyes that were filled with a mixture of pain, embarrassment and fear. In that moment Allura looked more like a frightened child than a Princess to him, and any hesitation or shyness Hunk may have felt about addressing her in such awkward circumstances vanished.
“Don’t worry about it,“ he told her in a surprisingly soothing tone. “When the time comes, I promise you that you’ll be able to relax and let go.”
“You sound so sure of that,” he heard her murmur, as he attached the rappelling hooks to a sturdy steel crossbeam above his head.
“Cause I am sure!” He sent her a sideways grin, as he tested his weight on the steel cable, letting the end of it fall down to the bottom of the chute. “Great, this cord will be more than long enough!”
“That’s how we’re getting down?” Allura asked in a half whisper, as she stared at Hunk’s physique and then at the slender cable that not only had to bear his bulk, but the additional weight of hers.
“Yep, ‘cause the manual override won’t work in this kind of case.” He replied cheerfully. “Don’t let the circumference fool you, this wire is twenty times as strong as any rope. Trust me Princess- getting you down from your perch is going to be a piece of cake!”
She nodded, reassured by the air of confidence he exuded. “So what do you want me to do?”
“I’m gonna swing myself over to you and grab onto the bar. Once I’m there, wrap your legs...” Hunk stopped and cleared his throat as a blush stained his cheeks. “Um... put your legs around my waist, and then let go with one arm and put that around my neck. Are ya with me so far?”
She nodded solemnly, seemingly fascinated by the crimson color blooming under the bronze-colored skin of his face and throat.
“Then when I say ‘Go’, try to relax your entire body and then let go with your other hand. I’ll take it from there, all you have to do is hang on to me, okay Princess?”
Okay,” she agreed, in a steady voice. “I’m ready when you are.”
Hunk nodded and gave her a final, reassuring smile before launching himself towards the bar above her. Allura watched on in admiration as he reached his intended target the first time, his sturdy hands grabbing on to the trapeze bar just on the outside of hers. At his brief nod she slowly lifted her legs and hooked them around his waist, blinking in surprise at feeling steel hard muscle under his deceptively rounded abdomen.
At his second nod, Allura released her right hand and slowly wrapped the arm around his solid neck. As she looked into the blunt featured face, and noticed for the first time how thickly lashed Hunk’s eyelids were, and that his irises were not black, as she had first thought, but rather a deep, dark brown. His nose was rather flat and looked like it had been broken several times, but Allura decided it added to rather than detracted from his looks. His jaw was clean cut and firm, and his shoulders were reassuringly big and broad, as was the arm that had now wrapped around her waist.
They were each hanging by an arm now, but strangely she was no longer afraid or embarrassed. She supposed she should have been, given her state of undress and Hunk’s notoriously trademark clumsiness, although she had always suspected he had played that part up for laughs. However, something in the way he was holding her told her without words that he would never let any harm befall her. Relaxing at that thought, Allura lowered her head until it rested on one strong shoulder, and tightened the arm about his neck, but being careful not to choke him.
“Ready, Princess?” He asked, his warm breath stirring her hair. She nodded. “Okay, then...GO!”
At his barked command, Allura immediately let go of the bar and flung her arms around his neck, feeling vaguely surprised that he didn’t let her body move an inch even though his arm bore both their weights. ~He’s so strong. I’ve never met anyone as strong as Hunk is, but... he’s so gentle as well...~
“I’m going to let go now, Princess, and there might be a little bit of a drop before I catch the rope up, okay? You ready?”
“Yes. I trust you.” She mumbled the words into his vest .
Hunk smiled. ~What a trooper. She’s got more guts than the guys and Coran give her credit for.~ He swallowed hard as he felt lissome legs tighten around his waist. ~She’s got great gams and a nice backside too. Too bad I can’t ever tell the guys about ‘em- I would have loved to see the look on Lance’s face if he finds out I saw her this way. But he won't, it’s the price I gotta pay for bein' a gentleman.~
“Here we go,” he warned gently. “Just hang on to me and everything will be all right.”
“I know, and I’m ready,” she murmured, her legs and arms tightening even more around the solid bulk of his torso and neck.
Hunk took a deep breath and let go. There was a short stomach lurching drop before he grabbed the cable, but to his surprise, Allura made no sound, not even a whimper. He adjusted his weight in the harness before speaking. “You okay, Princess?”
She raised her head and gave him a wobbly smile. “Yes, thanks to you, I’m fine.”
“The worst part’s over. It’s smooth sailin’ from here.” He encouraged.
She nodded wearily, and laid her head back on his shoulder. Hunk began to lower them the rest of the way to the floor, taking care to keep the motion slow and steady. He could have gone much faster, but he was only human, and enjoying the feeling of having a sweet smelling, silky haired, half clad princess wrapped around him too much to hasten their descent.
~I feel like the Prince rescuing Rapunzel from her tower. This is gonna be a story to tell my future grandchildren for sure.~
Eventually he and his passenger did touch down at the bottom of the chute, and it was with the greatest reluctance that Hunk assisted the Princess to a standing position. They both blushed as they remembered her lack of a skirt, and Hunk ended up turning his back to her and whipping off his vest and then his t-shirt, which he gave to Allura who in turn tied around her waist as a make shift sarong.
“It’s okay, you can turn around now,” she told him shyly.
He did as she told him, and blurted out the question that had been teasing at him since their adventure had begun. “Princess, if ya don’t mind me askin’, why the heck were you tryin’ to come down here anyway?”
Allura sighed. “I was looking for you, actually.”
Hunk's eyes widened. “You-you were?”
“Yes.”
“Well...gee... if you knew I was here, why didn’t you just use the lift to come see me?”
She sighed. “I could hear you through the air shaft, and I was in a hurry to catch you because I thought I was running out of time, you were leaving, and I was going to ask if you’d take me to the school picnic with you. I really wanted to see the children again and I don’t care what Coran says, I think they need to see me too- how else are they going to know that their Princess understands their fears and cares about what happens to them?”
“Ah, I gotcha.” Hunk replied, feeling his elation ebb to wry acceptance. ~Shoulda known, she just needed me for a ride to the picnic. But... she went against Coran’s orders to go see the children, and that makes her more than okay in my book. She’s got a big heart, enough love in it for an entire planet- its too bad she doesn’t get to show that side of herself to the people.~ “Well, I’m sorry, Princess. I would have liked to take ya there, but I actually stayed behind to run some diagnostics on the computer and mechanical systems. I still have tests to run on the other chutes and now I have to fix whatever problem that’s cropped up in number four, so....” He shrugged and smiled apologetically.
“I understand.” Allura responded, trying not to show how disappointed she was at this piece of news.
Hunk gazed at her for a moment, then said, “But look, I have my communicator with me, I could call one of the guys back here to come and get you. I’m pretty sure that Lance would be here in a heartbeat.” He suggested, trying not to sound resentful.
Allura felt her cheeks grow hot with excitement, but the blush faded at the dull resignation in her rescuer’s chocolate brown eyes. Hunk loved spending time with the children, she knew that, but he was giving up his afternoon with the children to make the launch safe for his teammates. As disappointed as she was, he had to be even more so. “You know, that would be very nice... but I’ve decided I’d rather stay here and help you fix the chute problem- that is, if it’s all right with you.” She said quickly.
As she gave him an uncertain smile, Hunk’s face lit up. “Heck yeah, it’s all right...but are ya sure you really want to do that, Princess?”
“Of course I am!” She declared warmly. “Then afterwards, after I change, maybe we could have dinner together? I really haven’t gotten to know you very well, and I think maybe what happened today was a sign that I should change that.”
Hunk blinked down at her, his dark eyes shimmering with disbelief. “You wanna have dinner with me? Are you serious?”
Allura grinned up at him. “Totally serious. Why wouldn't I be?”
“I don't know, but it’s a deal!” He exclaimed, and the sheer happiness in his wide, white smile made Allura forget that her fingers were stiff, her arms ached and that she had a kink in her neck. Of course she’d have to ask him to get her some clothes before she went topside, but after all that had happened up in the chute, that notion didn’t phase her one bit. It was dealing with her guardian that worried her…
“How will I ever explain the stuck trapeze bar to Coran?” She murmured under her breath, but Hunk overheard.
“No worries. I’ll tell him I found the glitch while I was testing the launch sequences.” He assured her matter of factly. “You just gotta promise me that next time you want to use the chute you won’t be wearin’ a dress. If Coran and Keith ever found out I saw you like...uh, like that... they’d take turns knockin’ me right into next week- and Keith would probably bust me all the way down to ensign, for good measure.”
Allura giggled and placed her hand on his bicep. “I promise, no more dresses in the chute- although I don’t think I’ll even get up the nerve to try it again!” After a slight pause, she went on tip toe and kissed the side of his neck, since she wasn’t able to reach his cheek.
“Thank you for rescuing me and for keeping my secret.” She said, smiling at him.
“You’re welcome, Princess.” He answered, holding a hand to the place her lips had touched, mesmerized by the twin oceans of sparkling blue gazing up at him, before his sense of self-preservation gave him a kick in the backside. ~Don’t even go there buddy boy! Guys like you never get the girl, much less a Princess, so don’t set yourself up for an epic failure. Be satisfied that you’re an unsung hero, and move on.~
And he did move. Completely disregarding the fact that he still wore the safety harness, he turned and started to walk toward his abandoned equipment and away from temptation, but much to his chagrin, that temptation followed him, her bare feet making light, slapping noises against the smooth concrete floor. “Hunk, wait!”
“Yeah, what is it, Princess?” He stopped and looked at her inquiringly, and his thick eyebrows shot up to his hairline as he saw her grinning sheepishly at him.
“Well, first of all, since you’ve seen me in my underwear and considering I’m now wearing your shirt for a skirt, I think you can call me Allura!” She said laughingly. “And secondly... I don't think you're going to get very much further with that harness.” She pointed to the tether, which was stretched tight and poised to yank him backwards.
“Yeah...I guess you’re right.” Hunk replied, with a chuckle. “Okay then, uh, Allura...would you mind helping me out of this darn harness so we can get to work?”
“Anything for my big, strong hero.” The Princess responded, as she moved to assist him.
“Aw shucks...” Hunk felt warm all over. ~My Gosh, I think she’s actually flirtin' with me! The guys will never believe this...~ A grin stretched across his mouth.
Suddenly, there was no place that he'd rather be than in the dank, steely bowels of the Castle of Lions.
The End
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