A/N: I'm screaming? You guys are so nice oh my GOD. Thank you all for your reviews. This story is doing so much better than I thought it would.
I know this story is supposed to be funny but I've been working on this oneshot and really wanted to put it into Pottymouth, so… Yeah. Here it is. It's super angsty.
Sorry (not really ;))
Another reason for sticking this in here is because I really wanted to update this today but I just took an ACT this morning so I have like no brain power right now. I'm lazy and don't feel like writing another chapter so as a result I give you guys angst! Yay!
There's also a tiiiiny Klance moment if you squint. For all you crazy shippers out there.
Disclaimer- Do I have to? You all already know I don't own it.
It should've been simple.
It really, really should've been incredibly easy. All they had to do was get Pidge in to hack the Galra ship and figure out whatever the hell their plan was, while the other four Paladins would watch her back and fight off any Galra soldiers standing in their way.
It really should've been easy.
But they weren't anticipating the Galra to realize that they were coming and somehow set up fake coordinates that even Pidge couldn't see past. It was very unexpected. The Galra were neverthat prepared for them. Pidge was almost always able to hack through whatever they threw at them.
But this time, she couldn't.
The Galra soldiers' weapons clashed with the Paladins' own. The four humans were panting and exhausted from the force of their physically stronger opponents. Keith, his pale forehead glistening with sweat as he fought back an attack with his sword, spared a glance over his shoulder at the younger Paladin. "Are you almost done?" He shouted. Pidge's visor was dim, but he could see her wide eyes underneath it. Her fingers were tapping wildly on the keyboard, and she was hunched over in a way that could not be comfortable.
"No." She yelled back. Her fingers paused as she scanned the screen for a few moments before continuing her rapid work. "I can't seem to get through! I thought this would be a piece of cake, but the Galra must've learned or something. I have no idea what to do."
There was a grunt, and Keith found Shiro struggling to hold back another soldier right next to him. "Keep trying, Pidge! We'll keep holding them off!" He quickly looked at Pidge, who gave a small nod. Her eyes never left the screen
A few minutes later, the four boys were all sporting at least one minor injury, and they found it gradually getting harder to keep the Galra at bay. They could sense Pidge's frustration as well, as groans of annoyance sounded from where she was perched every few seconds. The remaining Paladins were no longer separated, but all stood shoulder to shoulder, acting as a barrier in front of their other teammate.
"Pidge, please tell me you've at least figured out something." Lance groaned. He jumped when he noticed a Galra soldier approaching an unaware Hunk and shot him in the shoulder, sending him stumbling backwards. Hunk gave Lance a quick smile of thanks before turning back to the wave of enemies, shooting as many as he could with his cannon.
The young girl's fingers still tapped in an unimaginable speed, her brows furrowed. "Chill out!" The screen flashed, shadowing her face with a red light. She let out a loud mixture between a yell and a sigh, smashing her fists onto the desk she was working at. "I can't figure out what I'm doing! I can't- Lance, look out!"
The Cuban boy noticed her warning too late, as a Galra soldier grabbed his arm and threw him across the room. He slammed into a metal wall, leaving an indent before he fell onto the floor in an unconscious heap. This served as a big enough distraction for the rest of the Paladins to become overpowered. In less then 5 minutes, all four Paladins lay weak on the ground. Awake, but weak.
Pidge was too concentrated on her work to notice the defeat of her friends, and she jumped when a Galra soldier slapped a hand into her shoulder. She stood up quickly, stumbling as she grabbed her bayard and activated it. "Gee, that was fast." She mumbled, glancing at her fallen teammates while rolling her eyes. Figures they'd leave all these giant, eight foot tall enemies for tiny four-foot-eleven herself.
The Galra soldier who held onto her raised his gun, preparing to shoot her, but she ducked out of his grip and rolled away. She heard them screaming in the Galra language and sharply turned around, bayard ablaze. She narrowed her eyes at three Galra in front of her, who raised their weapons at her. She managed to spare a quick glance at her teammates before rushing towards the Galra soldiers.
Though she was much smaller and physically weaker than the Galra, she was smarter and a hell of a lot more fast, so she managed to knock them out while only getting a few bruises and scrapes. Her eye caught one soldier pushing himself off the ground, and she slid her foot underneath his arm, causing him to smack his head on the ground. Grunting, she turned back to her teammates, who were helping each other off of the floor.
"Nice job, Pidge." Shiro said weakly as he threw Keith's arm around his shoulder.
Lance snorted as he grabbed Keith's other arm, not noticing how the other boy's face brightened at the contact. "Who knew a four foot tall gremlin could take out so many bad guys?" He joked. Pidge rolled her eyes and flashed him her middle finger. Lance let out a sharp laugh before his eyes widened and he shook Keith. Upon noticing the movement, the rest of the Paladins froze and stared wide eyed at Pidge.
"PIDGE!"
She honestly had no idea what was happening, because one second she was happy and laughing because they won,but suddenly she just saw black and felt something absolutely indescribable and the only word that actually could describe what she felt was pain.
The Galra soldier pulled his sword out of her back and she fell. She would've completely crashed into the ground if it weren't for Shiro running over and catching her before she could hit the cold metal floor. The faces of her friends filled her eyesight and she felt relief for a few blissful seconds.
But that feeling of euphoria only lasted moments, and as her friends began to whisper to her the pain hit her like a train and washed over her whole body. She screamed, and everything was red. Her vision was red, her armor was red, everything was just red.
She felt a cool hand push back her bangs from her forehead and her screaming was cut short. She coughed up something wet, and suddenly found it hard to breathe. Someone wiped her chin, and she could vaguely hear someone yelling about blood. A pained groan escaped her throat as arms carefully lifted her up, but the warmth from their chest was welcoming and she rested her head on their muscled chest.
The next few minutes went by in a blur, due to her slipping in and out of consciousness every few seconds. All she could recall was ringing, yelling, and being switched off from who she assumed was Shiro to somebody else.
And based on how incredibly loudthis person was, she could tell even through the ringing that she had gotten stuck with Lance in the Blue Lion. Lance, trying to fly as fast as he could, kept glancing back at her as a way of checking on her. His blue eyes were filled with tears and were wide with worry. Pidge coughed again, and weakly lifted her hand to wipe the blood that was dribbling down her chin. She shuddered, desperately clutching her chest where the giant wound was located. Thankfully, someone had removed her armor and wrapped something around her chest, minimally stopping the blood flow. Minimal, Pidge thought, was better than nothing.
She picked up Lance shouting that her breathing was slowing down, and he shouted something in Spanish. Pidge couldn't understand, but she guessed it was probably a curse word considering Shiro's voice hissed through the comm.
"Lance?" She croaked. He stopped his panicking abruptly to whip around and look at his injured teammate.
"…Are we…A-Almost-" She whimpered. "Almost-"
"Don't worry, Pidge." Shiro's voice rang. Pidge blinked to rid of the fuzziness, and after a few seconds she noticed that Lance had pulled up their screens. "You're almost there. You'll be fine."
Pidge smiled shakily, but when a sharp burst of pain flooded her chest she inhaled, eyes widening in shock. "Fucking shit." She exhaled.
Shiro sighed, biting his bottom lip. Keeping his gaze on Pidge's whimpering form, he clenched his fist an addressed an order to Lance.
"Hurry."
Lance quickly spared a look at Pidge before gripping the controls of his lion hard. "'Fucking shit' indeed."