This story is for my very good friend Nico whose constant talk about PidgeXLance made me watch Voltron and then I fell in love with these two. So, Nico, this is your fault! Thank you so much for it! ;)
I might turn this story into a multichapter when I have more time, so stay tuned. For now, it's a one-shot because I need to finish some other stories first. I hope you enjoy this little story of mine. :)

Pidge has always been good with computers. Computers are easy. All you need to know is numbers and algorithms and formulas and code, of course, but that's it. Easy-peasy. A computer does what you tell it to do. No room for interpretation. Tell it to mark something in blue and it's going to mark something in blue. Not blue with a tint of green or so. No, blue. Just blue. Tell it to search for a certain piece of code, and it's going to do exactly that. Not looking for something else along the way. No, just this piece of code. Nothing more, nothing less. Easy.

Computers, Pidge can figure out. The same rules apply across the universe, she realized. No matter how advanced the technology is, she can start with what she's learned from computers on Earth and go from there. And she's good.

What's she's not good with are people. They are complicated. Too many variables involved.

Now, she's the last one to back off when it comes to variables. Actually, there can't be enough variables when it comes to decoding some computer-code. The more, the greater the challenge. And she loves challenges.

But decoding people is not a challenge. It's difficult. And there's no end in sight. When she thinks she's figured out one thing, these unforeseen variables act up and something happens she just didn't see coming.

That doesn't happen with computers. Okay, it sometimes happens with viruses, but when she has a closer look, she knows why it's happened.

With people, she doesn't know. Not really.

People have too many emotions, and emotions, she just can't get a hold of them. Emotions tend to change, and they tend to do that whenever she thinks she's finally figured them out.

And she is no exception. Her own emotions do that to her. And she hates that even more. She can live with not being able to understand why Keith is ticked off by Lance exactly that moment and not two minutes earlier like she thought he would be. Or why Coran starts telling stories about his time at boot camp just now and not yesterday.

No, she can handle that. That's what living with people is like. That's what having friends is like.

But she hasn't figured out when people you just barely know become friends. It just happens. Suddenly, she realizes that she cares about them and that she'd do anything to protect them. Suddenly, they are friends.

She's made her peace with that. Can't be changed, anyway.

But what's really bothering her right now, is that something else has changed. And she has no idea why. She has no idea when Lance's flirting with cute girls has turned from annoying her into making her angry. Really, really angry.

Now it doesn't just lead to an urge to roll her eyes or facepalm; no, now she wants to outright slap him, make him snap out of it.

And it makes no sense.

Because nothing has changed. He's still Lance, her friend, a friend who sometimes annoys her, but whom she can rely on when she really needs him. She knows for sure he'd ditch any cute girl if she asks for his help.

But now she finds her eyes drift over to Lance talking to a bunch of alien girls. And like always, he's posing and smiling, and Pidge waits for her hand to slap against her forehead because that's what it usually does. What it should do.

And what it doesn't.

No, instead her hand balls into a fist as the anger rises in her chest. It's been like that the last time, but Pidge has tried to tell herself that has just been an accident, a glitch.

But now it happens again. And Pidge hates it. Can't emotions be any easier?

She should probably run a few more tests to see if this anger-thing is always going to happen when Lance is flirting with a girl. She should probably keep a record on that to figure it out. She should probably just go and leave it to Lance to make a fool of himself.

Instead, she takes a step closer to Lance and the girls.

"Hey, Lance!" she calls over to him. "Can you help me with something?"

"Sorry, ladies!" Lance tells the girls. "My friend needs me!" He winks at them, and Pidge clenches her fist even tighter. Then Lance turns around and walks over to her.

"What is it, Pidge?" he asks.

It's the moment she realizes she has no idea what Lance could actually help her with. See, that's the thing with emotions. They sometimes make you say stupid things.

"Uhm, I-," she begins. Come on, Pidge, think! You're terrible with emotions, but you at least know how to think. You're good at thinking! Come on!

Something clicks in her brain. It's a good thing they are at the Space Mall again and she remembers some of the shops. They just need to avoid that security guard. Which has been easy so far.

"I found something in the shops that might come in handy," she says.

"And you don't have the money? On it!" Lance replies, already on his way to the fountain.

"No!" Pidge calls out, grabbing his arm to stop him. "This time, I came prepared. Coran gave me some money. It's just that this thing is too heavy for me to carry."

"Shouldn't you ask Hunk for help, then? He's the guy for carrying stuff."

"And make him leave the kitchen of his favorite restaurant? I don't think so!"

"You have a point," Lance says with a shrug. "Now, where is this thing?"

"Over there!" She points in a direction where she knows some shops for technical equipment are.

"Alright-y then!" Lance says and sets into motion. Pidge has trouble keeping up at first. It's a good thing she's still holding on to his arm.

Wait, why exactly is she still holding on to his arm? That doesn't make any sense either. Okay, maybe she knew beforehand that she would have trouble to keep up with Lance because he always strides out. Yes, that must be it.

But then Lance slows down a bit, adjusting his steps to Pidge's smaller ones.

Pidge lets out a relieved sigh. Now, she only needs to figure out what exactly she wants to buy. But that should be easy. She only needs to think. And she's good at thinking.

Okay, Pidge, think. Think! Wait, why am I still holding on to Lance's arm?