The house was silent aside from the meow of the fat, old tabby cat. The older woman yawned and sighed, gently stroking the cat. His tail curled as he purred deeply.

"You're fine, old Nugget." She mused, then returned to her laptop.

Nugget groused and rolled, tail flicking. She chuckled and hummed.

She blinked and looked up as the doorbell rang.

"I've got it, mamá." Her eldest muttered, yawning as he made his way to the front door.

She closed her laptop and set it aside, standing up.

"Hello? Can I help you?"

"Danny, who is it?" She called, approaching him.

"Danny..."

She could see the way her son's muscles tensed and how he gripped the side of the door tighter.

Her breath caught with the next words that came from Danny.

"Lance..? You... You were..."

"Hey, Danny..."

Danny threw his arms around the man at their front door.

Tears built in her eyes as she met familiar ocean blues she hasn't seen in years.

Her chest felt tight, throat closed up, fingers trembling as she shakily stepped forward.

He released his older brother, Danny stepping to the side.

She reached up, fingers grazing feather-light over his cheeks. A small smile raised the corners of her lips as tears broke from them and fell down her cheeks. "Mi querido niño..."

"Mamá..."

"Oh, Lance!" She cried, yanking him into her arms.

He laughed and gripped her tight. "Mamá! Mamá, I missed you so much!"

She suddenly pulled back, watery eyes wide. "Where have you been!? They told us you were dead!"

Lance pet her hair back out of her face, grinning. "I was out there, ma... I was actually in space. It's a really, really long story, but I'll tell you if you want to know."

She nodded eagerly, wiping her tears away. "I have to know how. I have to know why they lied to us."

He smiled softer and kissed her forehead. "Okay... But, first, I want you to meet someone, mamá. You, too, Danny. Anyone else here?"

Danny shook his head. "No. Karen and Mateo are out with Silvia and Lilian and won't be back for a while."

Lance nodded, taking his mother's hand and leading her out onto the porch. She gasped and her eyes widened.

There was another man, familiar but she couldn't quite place a name. He had a lion-like, violet tail, violet eyes flecked with gold and long, raven hair pulled over his shoulder in a fish-tail braid. He smiled and waved, then looked down to the child in his hip.

"Look, Billie May. That's abuela."

The little girl, maybe about four years old, tilted her head, pig tails bouncing.

Lance smiled at them. "Come here, Rosie. Come meet abuela."

Rosályn shyly stepped forward, toying with the hem of her favorite shirt.

Rosá glanced up at her youngest, then to the girl approaching her.

"Mamá... This is Rosályn Olivia. She's turning nine years old in two months. Rosie, will you tell abuela about yourself?"

She nodded, twisting her toe into the ground. "Everyone calls me Rosie. I'm the oldest, I have one brother, Pike, and two sisters, Billie May and Maxine. My favorite color is pink, I like everything soft, and mom says that I fight really good with knives. I don't like guns, but I know how to handle them. I like wearing dresses and I still carry around Bebum."

Rosá smiled softly at her. "Who's Bebum?"

"Bebum is my Weblum soft-toy that I've had since I was a baby." She slowly started to smile up at her grandmother. "I also know six different languages. English, Spanish, Olkarian, Altean, Galran, and Accipidean."

"Wow. I don't even know what most of those languages are." Rosá giggled softly, bringing the nine-year-old to do the same.

"They're all from different places! Altean is a nearly dead language and Galran is only thriving because they spread themselves so far throughout the corners of the universe. There's two different Galra. There's the ones in the Blade who we are allied with, and then there's the ones in the Empire, who mom and dad have been fighting since before I was born!"

Rosá blinked and looked up at Lance. "Fighting?"

He slowly nodded. "Yeah. I'll explain it later."

She nodded and looked back down to her granddaughter. "Who's your mother?"

Rosályn grinned wider and pointed back to Keith. "He's my mom!"

Rosá looked up at the man with a tail. It flicked nervously, his eyes searching and worried as he shifted on his feet. She looked up at Lance. He only smiled brightly, picking up Rosályn.

She looked back at the man with a tail. "So... You're..?"

He smiled, taking an unsure step forward as he held out his hand. "Hi. My name is Keith. I'm, uh... I'm half alien..."

Rosá slowly nodded, shaking his hand. "Alien... Your name sounds familiar."

Keith perked up and looked to Lance. The blue paladin grinned sheepishly.

Rosá snapped her fingers and smiled wide. "You're that Keith! Oh, Lance talked about you all the time!" Keith's eyes widened as he turned back to her. Lance yelped and tried to get his mother to kindly shut up. "He would go on and on. I remember, even though it's been nearly twelve years now. Your raven hair and violet eyes- I see it now. You're that boy that brought light back into my son's eyes..." She smiled softer, gently holding his hand.

Keith smiled back. "He brought the light back into my life..."

Her chest warmed and she relaxed.

Pike stayed beside Keith, eyes big and curious, his dark curls catching the sun. Rosá giggled, crouching in front of him.

"Hi, sweetheart. You have a lot of sisters."

He smiled and nodded. "Uh-huh. They're loud."

"I bet they are." Rosá mused, gently petting his hair. "I love your curls. Looks just like your father's when he was little."

"Yeah?" Pike grinned wider, bouncing slightly. Keith smiled softly down at him. "I do look a lot like papá."

She hummed, standing back up to see the girl on Keith's hip, laying her head on his shoulder. "Who might you, be?"

"I'm Billie May..." She murmured softly, blushing shyly.

"Billie May... You're so beautiful." Rosá whispered and softly kisses her cheek. Billie giggled and nuzzled back into Keith.

Keith smiled and rubbed her back.

"You're all so beautiful... " She murmured, picking up Maxine.

Maxine held onto her, laying her head on Rosá's shoulder.

Lance smiled fondly, wrapping his arms around his mother. "I missed you, mamá..."

She smiled, tears stinging her eyes. "I've missed you, too, míjo..."

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There's the ending.

Skips a few years, but hey!

Family reunion!

Still no idea what my next Klance project will be...

Comment, send, post me some ideas. No idea is a stupid idea.

Any way, thank you so much for reading all of this and sticking through everything this story has gone through. Thank you all for the votes and the comments and even the criticism.

I love all of you so, so much!

Also, I'm pretty sure I got PTSD from season 5... I don't trust Lotor, honestly...