Have you started writing the Baby Lance fic, or are you waiting to post the Lance Sam fic before starting?
It’s well on the way! About 10k words, and I’m nowhere near done. Here’s a bit from near the beginning.
Coran nudged his fingers into Lance’s hair and gently rubbed against his scalp. Lance made a small noise of appreciation. “Lance?” Coran kept his voice as soft as he could. “Do you know where we are? What do you remember?”
Lance shivered and whined, pressing his nose into Coran’s neck. “Dunno. Woke up here and it was scary and I was scared.”
“Do you remember falling asleep? Where were you? Was it here?”
Lance shifted uncomfortably, but didn’t pull away. Coran could feel the fear and tension in his body, in the bow of his back. He rubbed his hand up and down the child’s spine, slow and steady. “Umm… ‘Sall fuzzy. I ‘member… Hot. It hurt. I was scared. Had to hide. Then just…hurt. It hurt and hurt. Went all weird. I think I fell 'sleep then.”
Coran hummed in acknowledgement, but did his best to give no indication of how distressing this was. Apparently Lance remembered the moment his body…changed. At least vaguely. And it had been extremely painful and frightening. He pressed his hand on the child’s back more firmly, and Lance relaxed somewhat, though he was still tense.
“Let’s try a different question, all right? I’m sorry if this is hard or painful for you to remember, but I’m trying to figure out what happened to you. It seemed like you didn’t know me when you saw my face. Is that true? You didn’t know who I was?” Just how many memories had Lance retained?
Lance shifted, but again made no move to pull away. “Didn’t 'member your name. But you told me, so now I know. You’re Uncle Cranberry.”
Coran’s heart leaped in his chest. Well, this was…adorable. Much, much too adorable. He choked it down and tried to speak reasonably. “Ah, yes, that is… That is acceptable. Perfectly acceptable. You can call me Uncle Cranberry. Would you like that?”