Okay, so here's the first One-shot, hope you guys like it!
Injury hiding or just plain hiding.
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Training had just ended with a steamed Keith. Pidge hadn't shown up to training, which meant that they couldn't form Voltron. Which also meant that they just worked on flying drills. And Keith's not so good with going back to the basics.
"I could have done that in my sleep! Where was Pidge?" Keith growled.
"Okay, first of all, you were conscious, your loud mouth proved it." Lance said. "And secondly, relax. Flying around in magic space lions is just as fun as forming some super robot."
"It's not magic Lance, its advance prehistoric science-! Oh, forget it; I'm not even going to try to explain this to you. It probably took you till fourth grade before you could add." Keith said.
"Hey!" Lance objected. "It was third grade thank you very much-"
"And it's not about fun, Lance." Keith continued. "It's about defeating Zarkon. You think we can do that with just our lions? We barely beat him last time, excuse me for wanting to be more prepared."
"Actually," Lance said, now just honestly wanting to get a rise out of him. "We can defeat Zarkon with just our lions, cause we kinda need them to, you now, form the big space robot-"
"That's it." Keith muttered, pulling out his sword.
"Okay." Said Hunk nervously, "Now would be a good time to intervene."
"Would you two knock it off?" Sighed Shiro, walking in the dining room from the hanger. "I'm sure if Pidge missed practice, she has a good reason. "
"On that note," Lance said, taking a finger and slowing moving away the blade still pointed at his face. "I'll go make sure Pidge is still alive before Moody over here can kill her." He said, sliding out of the room, and walking down the hall. Luckily the doors closed behind him so he couldn't hear Keith's retaliation.
"I win." He smirked to himself, turning the corner to Pidge's room. Lance pounded on the door three times before saying, "Yo, Pidge, open up before Keith kills you. Man, that guy does not like flying drills.."
The door slid open reviling Pidge on her bed, on top of the covers and clutching her stomach. "Hey Lance." She said. "What do you want?"
"Just wondering why you weren't at training this morning." He said, walking in the room and poking at some wires and tools spilling over her desk. "Ah!" He yelled as the pillow collided with his head, after it had been thrown across the room. "What was that for?!"
"Don't touch me stuff." Pidge said, shifting from her back to her side so she could face him, hand still tightly over her mid-section.
"At least Hunk got a warning.." Lance muttered.
"I just have-had," She corrected herself, "a stomach ache, it's nothing."
Lance laughed, holding his own stomach. "Yeah, you ate Hunk's cooking too?" He laughed.
"Well, you can go now." Pidge said. She seemed to really want to get Lance out of her room.
"Are you mad at me?" Lance questioned.
"No, I'm just, crabby… I'm fine Lance. Now go hit on Allura or something."
"Alright, I'm going, I'm going, yeesh. Wait to shoot the messenger." But as he was leaving something caught his eye, and stopped him dead in his tracks. "Pidge…?" He asked, as calmly as he could.
"What?" She asked, lying back on her back.
"Why is there blood in your trash can?!" He yelled, looking at the clothes and paper towels covered in the crimson colour.
Well that got Pidge right up from bed. "It's nothing, Lance. Nothing. I cannot stress this enough, Do. Not. Tell. Anybody! Got it? It's handled!"
"Pidge, are you like, hiding an injury? Cause that's breaking like, rule one at the Garrison. You need to tell someone! Shiro could help; he got me to the Med-Bay when evil Rover tried to blow up the place."
"No!" Pidge said almost immediately. "I've got it handled, it was just a… paper cut." She said, nervously altering her glasses and giving him a sheepish smile.
Lance's eyes went from Pidge, to the trash can full of blood, then back to Pidge. A couple of seconds went by in silence and Pidge started to relax. Until lance started screaming, "Pidge is hiding an injury! Guys, Pidge is hurt!" And running down the hallway.
"Lance!" Pidge yelled, running after him down the hallway, and following him into the dining room, where the rest of the crew was. Oh, perfect.
"What?" Shiro questioned, clearly hearing Lance's screams down the hallway, along with the rest of the galaxy.
"Yea." Said Lance nodding his head and speaking way too quickly. "I saw it! She keeps holding her stomach, and and her trash can is full of blood! And and-"
"Thank you, Lance." Shiro said, cutting him off.
"Wait, blood?" Hunk said, covering his mouth. "I-I don't do too good with blood."
"I'm going to kill you!" Pidge said to Lance, her face full of anger as all eyes were on her.
"Pidge," Shiro said. "You can never hide an injury, especially from your teammates. This does not make you strong, what makes you strong is admitting when-" Shiro was cut off mid- super-inspirational speech when Pidge started banging her head ageist the table.
"Kill me. It would be kinder." She moaned never not wanting to have a conversation more in her life.
"Come on Pidge," Keith said annoyed. "Just admit you're hurt so we can help you."
"Yea." Said Hunk, and soon enough everyone was talking at once, with Pidge's face continually getting redder and redder, not from anger, though.
"I am on my period!" Pidge finally yelled, shutting everyone up in a tick.
And boy, if you though Pidge's face was red, then you should see the other paladins. In two seconds the room went 'battle with Zarkon' to 'avoiding your mom', it was so quiet. But Pidge wasn't done.
"So if I say my stomach hurts, or I occasionally miss training, then just leave me alone! Got it!" It wasn't a question, the rest of the paladins nodding their heads frantically as if Pidge was their new leader. They may as well have been talking to Zarkon, anyone who objects, dies.
"Good." She said through gritted teeth. "See you guys in three to five days." She said, spinning on her heel and walking out the door.
The second it closed everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Can we just go back to her being a boy again?" Lance groaned.
But just then the door opened, everyone relived it wasn't Pidge. "What is all the commotion?" Allura said. "Zarkon isn't tracking the Black lion; he's just following the sound of you all!"
"Sorry, Allura-" Keith said, but was cut off by Hunk.
"Wait, Allura, why are you holding your side?" The yellow paladin asked.
"Oh, my stomach just hurts a bit." She smiled.
Imagine her confusion when all of the paladins ran out of the room as if the castle were being attacked.
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A/N: Hey, so I hope you guys liked it! Leave me a review of an idea for a One-Shot, and it might just be the next chapter!
Oh, and this was my first Voltron fic, by the way, so if I got some stuff wrong then just tell me! Thanks,
-Azilia
