After a long freezing winter I was so overjoyed to wake up and find summer had arrived, I allowed some rogue plot bunnies to carry my favorite pair off to the beach. I know I have two unfinished stories. I promise they have not been abandoned.

This Story is set in DOT U but is AU. Yea I can't believe I said that. More than anything it is set in the fan-fiction universe. There are some cheeky references to what is going by some of my favorite writers.

A huge thank you to Dawn for editing. She did some extra work on this one.

I don't own Voltron or it's characters they are owned by WEP.

I do own OC that appear in this story.

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The constant pounding of waves on the sand lulled her into a near hypnotic trance. She stood from her desk and wandered onto the balcony. Placing her delicate hands on the railing, she closed her eyes and inhaled the smell of the salty sea. Another scent invaded her nostrils, and she opened her eyes to look around.

A couple of days before, some teenagers moved into the house next door. She knew they were having a huge party today. Every time she stepped outside, she could hear laughing and yelling. They must be roasting some kind of meat over a fire, she thought. It made her tummy growl. Nanny had gone downstairs to fix her a snack, but she knew dainty sandwiches would not satisfy her right now. Thumping music carried on the breeze and made her want to move her hips in a very unladylike way. A painful longing pulled at her. She thought about jumping over the railing and running down the beach.

She squelched that thought when she looked down at her long, heavy dress. Such a ridiculous thing to have on at the ocean, but not the worst thing she had been forced into. Yesterday, she had asked to go for a swim. Nanny insisted she put on an old fashioned swimming dress. It covered her completely from neck to ankles. The skirt billowed out around her and had been so uncomfortable. To top it off, her hair was stuffed into a lace-trimmed cap.

She almost died of embarrassment when a group of people her age walked by. The young women had on tops that looked like sparkly bras and wore colorful shorts or pants that came down just below their knees. The boys were mostly shirtless and had on bright shorts in varying lengths. A pretty girl with short curly blond hair and freckles waved and said hello to her. She shyly waved back.

The girl called out, "We are having a party tomorrow; come down and visit."

Nanny had come up and wrapped a towel around her. "She will be doing nothing of the sort," she huffed and started pushing her toward the cottage.

The group as a whole tried to stifle their laughter. The girl shrugged her shoulders and continued down the beach with her friends. One very tall young man with dark eyes and an unruly mop of black hair turned to look at her. Her heart had skipped when he flashed a huge smile and winked at her. Nanny had seen his antics and kept her locked up all day today.

Her thoughts stayed on that young man too long; she jumped when Nanny came up behind her. "Hooligans and ruffians. That's what they are. Running around, yelling and screaming half-dressed, listening to that awful noise. There are no responsible adults down there, I bet. Now come inside and stop thinking about running away," Nanny demanded.

Allura rolled her eyes and followed Nanny inside. She wasn't surprised Nanny knew what she was thinking. She had raised her from a baby and, like a mom, knew her charge very well. Sitting down at her desk, she picked up a small sandwich and nibbled at it. She sighed and let her mind wander back to the party and that handsome man. He probably has a girlfriend or two, she thought.

A couple hours later, the phone chimed. It was her father letting her know that he and Lord Coran would be out very late. She didn't know exactly who they were meeting; only that it was imperative it be kept secret. They had devised a plan to make it look like they were on vacation. If only it were a real vacation, she thought as she got up to deliver the news to Nanny. She had hardly seen her father or Coran the last couple of days.

"Hmpf, he could have let me know sooner," Nanny complained. "I would not have made so much soup."

"I am sure he let us know as soon as possible," Allura replied as she took bowls down from the cabinet. "I wish my father would let me know what they were doing," she continued while getting out the spoons. Nanny was saying something about them filling her in later, and secrets and her own protection, but she wasn't listening. She was wrestling with her conscience. Sitting on the counter was the bottle of sleeping pills the Dr. had given her.