Title: Freezing
Pairing: Hunk/Pidge (only mentioned)
Disclaimer: I don't own, only borrow.
Notes: It has not been beta-ed. Just typed and posted.
Ask real nice and I may write a sequal. :) The opening poem is one I wrote over a year ago and it just seemed to work.
Freezing
Can you feel it?
It's getting colder.
They're comming closer.
I feel older,
Keep them away from me.
Oh my god, I cannot see.
Where are you?
No, don't go!
Stay with me.
Your hands are warm.
Tell me that story,
you know the one.
I just want to hear your voice.
Do I have a choice?
I'm getting warm.
I feel tired.
I'll only rest for a minute.
No, let me sleep.
I won't die.
I'll never see you again, but
I don't know why,
Goodbye...
The cold wind blew harsh on the two figures in the snow. Pidge shivered and looked around, hoping, praying to find
some shelter. Unfortunately this world was not one you wanted to land on in the long winter months. And sadly, he and Lance
had crashed here almost a week ago. Lance had fallen ill.
Pidge hated to see the man he thought of as an older brother in such a sad state. Pidge and Lance had developed a
closeness that neither could really explain. They both knew that the other would always be there. Lance had talked to Pidge
about Pidge's crush on Hunk, and finally convinced Pidge to tell the big fella. And Pidge was always there for Lance whenever
Lance's unstable mental state would crumble.
And now, Pidge was hoping and praying for someone anyone from the team to come and find them., but things were
not looking too good.
Lance coughed and tried to sit up. He looked blearily around. Pidge was staring off again still hoping to be found and
rescued. Lance tried to speak but it came out as more of a croak, "Pidge, get back over here before you wonder even farther
off and get lost again. I can't have you getting lost in this mess. Hunk would have my hide, or at least what's left of it, on his
wall."
Pidge turned back to Lance and half ran half stumbled through the snow to his friend. "Sorry Lance, I just want to get us
off this miserable rock."
"I hear ya'. I don't think I have ever been this cold before in my life..." Lance blinked as he stared into the darkness. He
could have sworn he just saw something moving... "Pidge... I just saw something moving..." Lance blinked again, he couldn't
see. He couldn't see anything anymore. His vision was all black... He took several deep breaths trying to calm himself, it
wouldn't be good to scare Pidge into worrying some more...
Pidge turned to look in the direction of Lance's gaze. "I don't see anything... I could go and look."
"NO!" Lance broke off coughing. "No Pidge don't you dare leave me alone here. You are going to stay with me..."
Pidge knelt down beside Lance. Lance seemed almost afraid of being out here, but nothing had ever scared Lance
before... "Then what do you want me to do? Tell you a story?" Pidge joked.
"Sure why not. Tell me a story, you know the one to tell."
"Lance..."
Lance's gaze moved toward Pidge. "Please Pidge? I just want to hear you talk." since I can't see you he added
mentally.
"If I do tell you a story, and that's a very big IF, Will you be quiet and rest?"
Lance laughed, trying to keep from wheezing, "Do I have a choice?"
"No." Pidge said happily. "Alright... let's see... Hey! Are you going to sleep on me?!"
Lance tried to curl up into a ball. 'I feel warm...' he realized... He yawned. "I'll only rest for a minute..."
Pidge realized what was happening, Lance was going into shock. If he slept he might die! "Lance... Lance... Lancelot
Braddock. Wake up. WAKE UP!!!"
Lance opened one eye, "No just let me sleep a little Pidge... Good night..."
"LANCE?! LANCE?! LANCE!!!!!!!!"
And with out realizing it Lance said not only good night, but good bye to Pidge...
Pairing: Hunk/Pidge (only mentioned)
Disclaimer: I don't own, only borrow.
Notes: It has not been beta-ed. Just typed and posted.
Ask real nice and I may write a sequal. :) The opening poem is one I wrote over a year ago and it just seemed to work.
Freezing
Can you feel it?
It's getting colder.
They're comming closer.
I feel older,
Keep them away from me.
Oh my god, I cannot see.
Where are you?
No, don't go!
Stay with me.
Your hands are warm.
Tell me that story,
you know the one.
I just want to hear your voice.
Do I have a choice?
I'm getting warm.
I feel tired.
I'll only rest for a minute.
No, let me sleep.
I won't die.
I'll never see you again, but
I don't know why,
Goodbye...
The cold wind blew harsh on the two figures in the snow. Pidge shivered and looked around, hoping, praying to find
some shelter. Unfortunately this world was not one you wanted to land on in the long winter months. And sadly, he and Lance
had crashed here almost a week ago. Lance had fallen ill.
Pidge hated to see the man he thought of as an older brother in such a sad state. Pidge and Lance had developed a
closeness that neither could really explain. They both knew that the other would always be there. Lance had talked to Pidge
about Pidge's crush on Hunk, and finally convinced Pidge to tell the big fella. And Pidge was always there for Lance whenever
Lance's unstable mental state would crumble.
And now, Pidge was hoping and praying for someone anyone from the team to come and find them., but things were
not looking too good.
Lance coughed and tried to sit up. He looked blearily around. Pidge was staring off again still hoping to be found and
rescued. Lance tried to speak but it came out as more of a croak, "Pidge, get back over here before you wonder even farther
off and get lost again. I can't have you getting lost in this mess. Hunk would have my hide, or at least what's left of it, on his
wall."
Pidge turned back to Lance and half ran half stumbled through the snow to his friend. "Sorry Lance, I just want to get us
off this miserable rock."
"I hear ya'. I don't think I have ever been this cold before in my life..." Lance blinked as he stared into the darkness. He
could have sworn he just saw something moving... "Pidge... I just saw something moving..." Lance blinked again, he couldn't
see. He couldn't see anything anymore. His vision was all black... He took several deep breaths trying to calm himself, it
wouldn't be good to scare Pidge into worrying some more...
Pidge turned to look in the direction of Lance's gaze. "I don't see anything... I could go and look."
"NO!" Lance broke off coughing. "No Pidge don't you dare leave me alone here. You are going to stay with me..."
Pidge knelt down beside Lance. Lance seemed almost afraid of being out here, but nothing had ever scared Lance
before... "Then what do you want me to do? Tell you a story?" Pidge joked.
"Sure why not. Tell me a story, you know the one to tell."
"Lance..."
Lance's gaze moved toward Pidge. "Please Pidge? I just want to hear you talk." since I can't see you he added
mentally.
"If I do tell you a story, and that's a very big IF, Will you be quiet and rest?"
Lance laughed, trying to keep from wheezing, "Do I have a choice?"
"No." Pidge said happily. "Alright... let's see... Hey! Are you going to sleep on me?!"
Lance tried to curl up into a ball. 'I feel warm...' he realized... He yawned. "I'll only rest for a minute..."
Pidge realized what was happening, Lance was going into shock. If he slept he might die! "Lance... Lance... Lancelot
Braddock. Wake up. WAKE UP!!!"
Lance opened one eye, "No just let me sleep a little Pidge... Good night..."
"LANCE?! LANCE?! LANCE!!!!!!!!"
And with out realizing it Lance said not only good night, but good bye to Pidge...