To start off with, Pidge could honestly say that she didn’t like the planet and had a bad feeling about it. It made her uncomfortable.
Of course, she hadn’t much liked Olkarion when she’d first arrived. She wasn’t much of an outdoorsy person even still.
But this place - Cinveon, Pidge berated herself - was another story altogether. The aliens who lived there were an odd bunch. Their normally grey-brown skin would change color depending on how they were feeling.
But the thing was - they were emotionless husks. Always. The only way they could feel anything was when they ate one of the native fruits that corresponded to a certain feeling, and a few hours later it would fade away.
It really freaked Pidge out, when she was generally around so many people who had so many emotions they didn’t know what to do with them - i.e. Keith and Lance. Pidge would include Hunk in that category, too, but he was better about it and Pidge wasn’t about to lower the big guy to their level.
But one of the most peculiar things about the planet was the tree in the palace garden that bore fruit which the natives claimed would allow whomever ate it to see the future.
Pidge called bullcrap.
But Allura’s father had had good relations with them in the old days, and they needed them for the coalition. Pidge was really unimpressed with the place.
The meeting went about just as well as Pidge thought it would; considering the fact she went to sleep within the first five minutes of their leader’s monotone speech, she was surprised Allura and Shiro were able to stay awake the entire time and actually make negotiations.
At the end of it, Hunk had been give a large basket piled high with all the different fruits before they got back to the castle.
Hunk was excited about cooking with them and trying them out; he joked about giving Keith something mixed with the fruit to make you happy to Pidge as she followed behind him on the way to the kitchen.
Pidge furrowed her eyebrows as she pulled herself up onto the counter. She took one of the fruits that was supposed to give you a look into the future.
Hunk gave Pidge a curious look as he sorted the fruits. “What’s up?” he asked. “Something on your mind? You weren’t really comfortable around them, were you?”
Pidge kept her eyes on the fruit in her hands. It looked disgusting, actually. A bit like a fully rotten apple or something. Or maybe a tomato.
It was completely black, and the fur on the skin was reminiscent of something like a peach. There was a black steam surrounded by an even darker set of leaves. It jiggled whenever Pidge moved her hands. If she dropped it, Pidge was sure it would splatter and make a mess everywhere.
“People should not act like machines,” Pidge finally said, passing the fruit from one hand to the next. “It’s… wrong. There’s a difference. I like that difference.”
Hunk gave Pidge a gentle smile. “I felt pretty uncomfortable around them too,” he said, shivering a bit. “Even when they ate the fruit, they all expressed emotions the same way. People being different from each other is what makes things interesting.”
Pidge grinned, finally looking up from the fruit to Hunk. “Like how Lance totally freaks out in those scary movies when something just jumps out-”
“But Keith just kind of falls over onto whoever’s nearest,” Hunk finished. The two of them laughed.
“Allura is really terrifying when she’s angry,” Pidge noted. “She’s either yelling or completely quiet while staring you down.”
“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Hunk supplied, making Pidge splutter.
“I- I’m not cute!” she shrieked.
Hunk chuckled and pointed at her. “You get all red on your face and the tip of your ears and your eyebrows just get really wide. And you’re just so tiny; it’s cute.”
Pidge glared. “I hate you,” she claimed. “I really hate you sometimes.”
Hunk just shrugged, though he tried forcing down his smile. Pidge looked down to the fruit in her hands before holding it by the stem for Hunk to see. A vibrant blue juice seeped out from the strain.
“You think this actually works?” she asked, her head tilted and legs kicking back and forth.
Hunk shrugged again while he put the fruits from the basket in the refrigerating device. “Why not?” he said. “We’ve seen plenty of crazy things while out in space.”
“But that’s all sciency stuff. This is basically fantasy.”
“Isn’t possibility science?”
Pidge’s eyes widened and she looked down at the fruit, running a finger over the fuzzy surface. “If it takes the memory of events of that have happened and applies them to possible events that could happen in the future do to a pattern in life you repeat, it may be possible that you can see the future from this thing,” she mused.
“Like the other fruits activate the chemicals in your brain to produce the different emotions,” Hunk supplied.
Pidge nodded. “Kind of. But it’s got to be a lot more complicated than that.” She studied the fruit before bringing it up to her lips. She took a large bite out of it.
It was sweet. The overly sweet of ripe fruit. Disgustingly sweet. The kind of bite you want to immediately spit out because your body knows that it’s a rotten fruit. But it was sticky, like cotton candy, and stuck to Pidge’s teeth.
She forced herself to swallow the bite down as she wiped away the almost neon colored juice from her jaw and chin. Hunk handed her a damp cloth to get it all away.
Pidge hesitated for a moment before closing her eyes and letting her arms fall and head loll back as if she’d entered a trance. After a moment, Hunk poked her arm.
“Hey, hey, Pidge- did you see something?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah,” she said dreamily.
Hunk’s expression brightened. “What?”
Pidge opened her eyes and gave Hunk a glare. “That I was right all along and this was just a load of bull,” Pidge claimed, jumping off the counter. She tossed the fruit into the trashcan and it splattered against the bottom just like she thought it would. “And it was disgusting.”
She turned around and leaned on the opposite counter.
“So, when’s lunch so I can wash that taste out of my mouth?”
Pidge climbed into bed that evening, her mind a whirl of thoughts.
It happened sometimes. The future fruit, the talk with Hunk, various events that had happened throughout the day.
Allura had insisted on playing dress up with Pidge. Pidge had tried hard to refuse, claiming she had work to do and that she hadn’t worn a dress since she went by Katie but Allura was insistent. It had turned out… fun.
Then Keith had come in and offered to help Pidge. She was a good fighter, sure, but she also wasn’t the strongest. Or entirely the most skilled. But they’d trained for a while and, though Pidge was sore, she could feel confident that she knew how to better handle the hand to hand combat.
Then after dinner, which Pidge had accidentally skipped due to working on her lion because she missed time doing so when with Allura and Keith, Lance had brought her some food and hadn’t moved until she’d eaten. Even after she’d finished, Lance had stayed for a while and allowed Pidge to use him as a sound board. He wasn’t as smart as Pidge or Hunk, no one could as smart as those two, but he wasn’t an idiot. Unlike how he acted. He gave some okay input.
Shiro had come into the hanger hours later and forced the two of them to stop their work and go to bed, which was how Pidge had ended up in her current situation.
The fruit, Pidge rationalized, was a hoax. She hadn’t felt any different all day. Nothing abnormal had happened to her.
So she had no problem turning onto her stomach and pulling her pillow closer to her, falling asleep a few minutes later once her mind had calmed down.
She almost immediately regretted it when, the next morning, she didn’t recognize her surroundings.