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A birthday gift for @firedragonroaring

Summary: Lance took a deep breath, opened the stream and stepped through. He was greeted by the sun, bright in the cloudless sky. Flowers littered the meadow, waving gently in the breeze. But the brightest thing in the meadow had to have been the smile that greeted him.

WC: 5333

Notes: RIP I LITERALLY CAN NOT WRITE ANYTHING LIGHTHEARTED CAN I? RAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. This jut in: Mogi is a sad fuck who is doomed to write sad fics for the rest of life.

Ao3

Time was a finicky thing.

Lance pressed a button on his jumpband, bringing up the menu to adjust his projected landing. A few seconds here or there could mean the difference between making history or ending it before it even had a chance to be called history. Formulas and conversions swarmed through his head, double and triple checking his adjustment.

He remembered his last conversation with Pidge, the timeline analysist who told him of an anomaly and, with the permission of their director, Lance was assigned to go back and check it out. So, dressed for the late thirteenth century, he was given a jumpband, enough coinage from the time period to last him years, and told the exact time in which to appear with orders to find the anomaly and take care of it. He was never told what kind of an anomaly it was, just that it changed their timeline enough to warrant their intervention.

With a sigh, he opened the stream and stepped through.

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