Hi guys, it's been awhile. So season four has got me shook, and naturally all i could think about was writing a fanfic about Keith actually sacrificing himself for the coalition. Enjoy!

Keith narrowed his eyes as he expertly maneuvered his "borrowed" fighter toward the shield, hardening his resolve. He knew it was the only way to stop the Galra from blowing up the entire coalition. His teammates had always told him he was reckless and self-sacrificing, and he had agreed, albeit internally. So it surprised him how scared he was.

He estimated 15 ticks until impact. Everything around him seemed to move in slow motion. Adrenaline coursed through him, and Keith could feel his heartbeat pounding a heavy metal rhythm throughout his body at a furious pace. 14 ticks. Every muscle in his body tensed, ready for impact. 13 ticks. Keith's survival instincts screamed at him to pull up. But he wouldn't. Not when he could save them. 12 ticks.

He squeezed his eyes shut. He knew he'd die. And he wanted his last thoughts to be of his team, rather than his impending doom. Shiro, who was basically his brother, and had finally relieved him of the leadership he never wanted. 11 ticks. Hunk, who was so kind and loyal and warm, and did what he knew was right. 10 ticks. Pidge, who he'd secretly been crushing on since she saved all of their butts on Olkaria with her lion's vine ray thing. She was so smart, and understood what it was like to be different. 9 ticks. Allura and Coran were always there for him, even when they had to witness his fits of passion. They'd even gotten over his galra heritage. 8 ticks. He'd even miss Lance, and loathe as he was to admit it, he'd come to respect and admire the new red paladin. 7 ticks.

"I'm running out of time, running out of time!" Keith's mind went into hyperdrive trying to stop him. But Lance had always teased him for being stubborn, and he wasn't about to prove his "rival" wrong. 6 ticks.

At five ticks, Keith's brain shut down, accepting his fate. His eyes closed tighter as tears of fear threatened to escape.

"I'm sorry I let you down guys," he muttered to himself. 4 ticks. One rebellious tear traced his cheek. "I shouldn't have abandoned you." 3 ticks. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. 2 ticks. One last thought.

"My time's up."

Collision came one tick later than he'd anticipated. Despite his wishes, Keith's purple-black eyes snapped open on impact. Everything too bright. Too in focus. Then numb, empty, lonely darkness.

A/N There ya go! I apologise for all the Hamilton references (Review if you think you caught them all) and gramatical errors(review about them and I'll fix it). Next chapter will be up next Monday(Team's reactions). Review or PM me with questions, suggestions, or plans to fight instead of fleeing west.

Remember who you are and what you stand for!

RN