Hey guys! So... This isn't actually any of the ones I mentioned in my last fic, BUT I do have updates on those!
So! I can officially say for sure that I'll be writing a really long angsty, hurt/comforty, hopefully heartwrenching, and all the types of feels fanfic. I'll be divulging more info as I post other fics, as that one will probably be while away, but know it is coming! It will be most focused on Pidge and Lance. (:
As for the super angsty Pidge one, I've been editting that and I think I will post it eventually. That being said, it's super super sad and won't be having a happy ending.
For the Cupid Shuffle one, welp. I haven't worked on it, but I find the mental image of Coran doing the Cupid Shuffle beautiful, so that one will probably be coming as well.
Onto info for this fic! So, as I mentioned in some other stories, I made a discord writing server and this one was for the prompt "separation".
WARNINGS: Not really anything extreme yet. Some angst, but what else would you expect from me? There is however, a sentence about an injection, so, being needle phobic myself, I felt the need to warn you guys. I got your backs, fellow needle haters. (:
Pidge sat on the ground next to Hunk, drawing comfort from where their arms touched. It had been a day since their capture and, besides to bring a single bottle of water, none of the guards had come in. The paladins sat in silence, having already exhausted the topic of how they were going to get out.
So far, nobody had anything.
Pidge stared at her spot on the ground - the same spot she had been looking at for the last few hours - trying to clear her mind. Nothing that came to her thoughts were ideas she wanted to dwell on.
That being said, not thinking when you're trapped in an alien spaceship and have no idea what they're going to do to you isn't the easiest of tasks. And every second that stretched out without event just made the anticipation of their arrival worse. It was inevitable that they would come at some point. They wouldn't just leave them in here if they planned on killing them. Or at least planned on killing them without getting information first.
"Pidge." A tired voice called out. "Get some sleep. It's not your watch."
Pidge knew Shiro was right, but at the same time, she didn't want to close her eyes. If she took away the visual focus point, she knew her mind would wander and she didn't want to know what pictures her imagination could conjure up.
Shiro sighed, his voice softer. "Pidge..."
"I know." She said, still staring at her spot. Closing her eyes still didn't sound very appealing, but Hunk had started shifting and she didn't want to wake him up with further conversation. They might not have the option to rest much longer.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes. As expected, she soon found her mind wandering into undesired places. What are they going to do them? One of the walls acted as a mirror, reflecting back an image of the despondent paladins. Was that going to be used for some strange form of torture? Maybe it would be used to make the room's temperature uncomfortably high. Or perhaps it wasn't even a mirror and would serve as some sort of hallucination-inducing thing, forcing them to watch their worst fears play out.
Shuddering, she fought to control her thoughts, but eventually gave up, instead digging her nails into her thigh. The paladins had been stripped of their helmets and armour while unconcious, leaving them in only their undersuits. She pushed harder into her leg, hoping the pain would provide distraction.
At the sound of footsteps down the hall, Pidge opened her eyes. Shiro was already shaking the other paladins awake.
There were a few clicks and the heavy door swung open, revealing several guards. Only two of them walked in and Pidge knew that their waiting was over. The guards didn't address them, though. Instead, one lifted his arm, a finger extended.
Pointing directly at her.
"They wanted the smallest one." The guard said bluntly. She felt the others bristle around her and suddenly found herself pushed behind the others, Hunk and Lance blocking their way.
But the guards didn't even seem to notice. "Wouldn't it be smarter to test their bonds first? To verify it could apply to all of them?"
The first guard shook his head. "They already have analysed the options. The smallest will show the most results without needing to test higher doses. Don't question orders."
The other guard didn't reply, just nodded averting his eyes. He then turned to the paladins, noticing the blockage. "Move."
She could tell from the stiffness in the other's shoulders that they had no intent of doing so. "Make us." Lance said, and Pidge wanted to smack him. Don't make yourself a target, idiot.
The guard didn't even bat an eye at the challenge, instead motioning for more soldiers to enter, each holding a gun. They aimed their gun at the paladins and the guard walked towards them.
Pidge saw Lance prepare to move and quickly pulled him back. "Fine." She said, hoping it came out as annoyed rather than scared. "I'll come quietly."
She felt the other paladin's horrified stares on her as she stood up. Avoiding their eyes, she tried to empty her face and pushed past Lance and Hunk.
Someone reached out, catching her wrist. "Pidge-" Lance said, a mix of terror, anger, and confusion in his voice.
Pidge pulled herself free, turning to look him in the eye. "I'll be fine." She said evenly. She doubted it was true, but she refused to let Lance see that. Before he could protest more, Pidge gave him a small smile, and walked towards the guard. "What do you want with me?"
He didn't respond, instead taking her wrist and dragging her out the door. Behind her, she could hear the others shouting, but, thankfully, she didn't hear any shots so she figured they were behaving well enough.
Once all of the guards had left the room, they re-closed the heavy door, a loud click resonating in the hall. Her friends now out of danger, Pidge started struggling. It didn't do anything but tighten the grip on her wrists and Pidge quickly lost the energy.
To her surprise, they hardly even walked down the hall before stopping in front of the next door over. One of the soldiers opened it and Pidge was shoved in. One of the walls seemed to be clear and she could see the others through it. Lance was at the door, his mouth moving furiously as his hands pounded against the metal. Unable to hear more than some distant banging, Pidge was only able to imagine the creative things Lance was shouting. The others were against the back wall, Hunk sitting and Keith standing with his arms crossed. Both wore faces of barely suppressed emotions. Shiro had started walking towards Lance and tentatively put a hand on his shoulder. Lance stopped pounding but didn't turn around until Shiro's mouth stopped moving. Spinning quickly to face him, Lance bore an expression of such hatred that Pidge was momentarily taken aback. The fury quickly melted in despair, though, as he accepted Shiro's outstretched arms. He didn't return the hug, but Pidge could have sworn she saw his shoulders start to shake.
Suddenly, she didn't want to watch anymore.
Prying her eyes away, she glanced at the rest of the room. The lack of window in the door made her nervous, but she tried to hide it. Deciding to try her luck again, she asked, "What do you want?"
The grip on her wrists hadn't left like she was expecting, but in retrospect, she wasn't surprised. They'd already waited a day, of course they were going to get right into it.
That thought caused Pidge to stop for a moment. Quiznak. They were about to torture her. Fighting to keep calm, her eyes darted around the room. To her relief, it was empty. Maybe they weren't doing it immediately after all.
The momentary hope, however, was immediately crushed as one of the soldiers brought out a syringe. Just like that, all pretenses of confidence were gone and she kicked and squirmed with all her might.
It didn't do any good, though, and she soon felt the needle enter her arm. A scream ripped from her, not at the pain, but at the fact that they were inserting an unknown substance into her bloodstream. Who knew what it would do to her.
Movement caught her eye, and she saw that the paladins had reacted to her scream. Apparently the door to her cell being open was enough for her to be heard. Distracted by the horrified expressions the paladins traded, Pidge didn't even notice that the guards had let go until the door slammed shut.
"Guys?" She asked tentatively, tapping at the clear wall. There was no response as expected, but Pidge still had held onto to a little hope.
Now, forced to watch her friend's terror after her scream, that hope was gone. She sat with her back against the clear wall, forcing herself to look away. Picking a new spot on the ground to stare, she rubbed at her arm where the injection had been. Gosh, Pidge hated anything entering her body without her knowledge. She's always been terrified at the thought of being drugged or having a drink spiked, but who knows what the Galra could have put in there. For all she knows, it's a slow-acting acid that will burn through her from the inside out.
Okay, Pidge definitely didn't want to be thinking about that.
Glancing over her shoulder at the others, Pidge felt her heart tighten. Lance was now huddling against Hunk, his face red and puffy. Hunk didn't look much better and Shiro and Keith seemed to be having a quiet conversation, Keith refusing to look at Shiro.
Stop. Pidge squeezed her eyes shut, tearing her attention away. It was all because of her. If only there was some way to tell them she was okay, but she knew there wasn't one.
Burying her head in her hands, she wished she was the one with the solid wall.
Whooop! So, that was actually a lot of fun! I really enjoyed getting to experiment with showing emotions through only visuals, so yeah!
Anyway, I hope you liked it. If you want to make some random girl's day, leave a follow, favourite, or review!
Also, FYI I'm participating in some of whumptober, so I'm going to be posting a lot of whump soon. Prepare. (:
Thanks again for reading!
