The Name's Lance

Keith jumped from his red and white hoverbike and ran inside the Garrison tent. He didn't know what they had captured but he had a feeling that he had to get it to safety. He stopped at aa door and it slid open for him. The first thing he saw was a humanoid figure strapped to a dissection table so he attacked the Garrison officers. After knocking them unconscious, the 18-year-old went to the humanoids side and tilted its head towards him. Right when he saw the face he knew why he felt the pull but he couldn't believe his like-brother was back.

"Shiro?" Keith murmured before taking his knife and cutting the man free.

He lifted the 26-year-old and was about to carry him out when a familiar, lanky boy (about his age) strolled in.

"Nope. No you—No, no, no, no, no, no, no you don't. I'm saving Shiro."

Keith frowned when the boy came closer and narrowed his eyes when the ache in his chest dulled to none-existent.

He held back a small growl when the cinnamon skinned male grabbed Shiro's other arm and placed it over his lanky shoulders.

"Who are you?" Keith demanded.

He saw the boy's eyes flare with sadness and hurt but the emotion was gone a second later.

"Uh, the name's Lance" the lanky teen, Lance, stared at Keith expectantly.

Keith stared at him with no recognition.

How does he know me?

Why does he look familiar?

Did we meet before?

Why don't I know him but he knows me?

"…. we were at the same class at the Garrison" Lance said slowly as if that explained everything.

So that's why he looked familiar! I must have seen him at class. But how does he know my name? He must have heard someone say it. Yeah, he might be an engineer!

"Really? Were you an engineer?" Keith asked in case he was wrong.

The boy gave him and offended look and huffed.

"No! No, I'm a pilot. We were, like, rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck-and-neck."

Keith stared at him and a familiar smile and wink of the boy flashed through his memories.

"Oh" Keith murmured before speaking louder, "I remember you. You're a Cargo Pilot"

The cinnamon colored 17-year-old scowled and glared, "Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now thanks to you washing out."

Keith looked him up and down before giving a small nod of acceptance, "well, congratulations"

The two males turned their attention to the task at hand and carried Shiro out of the hell-hole.

The dull ache didn't return until Lance and Hunk went off to find the 'Yellow Lion' and it dulled again when they got back.