Hunk was pretty sure that he heard receding footsteps during the meeting with the other paladins, and he was a hundred percent sure they were Pidge's. Now here was the thing. Hunk was in on this whole thing. He knew where Pidge's brother was, only he wasn't allowed to tell her. This only frustrated him, although he understood Shiro's reasoning he couldn't help but feel guilty. Hunk was this big loveable guy who wanted to get along with everyone, and for everyone to get along with each other. So, of course, he was feeling guilty. He was lying to his best friend, and he wouldn't blame her for feeling left out.

Hunk was now walking down the hallway that held their rooms, he was on the way to his room. After a long day of training and being in the kitchen he was ready for a good night's rest, but instead of going into his room he found himself in front of Pidge's door. He Knocked.

"Yes?" A very annoyed and sleepy Pidge answered the door. Her glasses were put on hurriedly (even though she didn't need them). Her hair was a little frizzy and even now she was using her left hand to smooth it out. He looked down at her right hand that hung limply at her side.

"Pidge?!" he reached for her hand and grabbed it before she could pull it away. "What happened?" he looked up Pidge who had her eyes wide with surprise.

"I-uh-I hurt it during training?" she managed to stutter out. He looked from her to her hand and back again. Her knuckles were bruised and a few of them had dried blood on them. He applied a little pressure to her palm and watched as she tried not to physically wince, but was looking just long enough to see her mouth "ow!".

"Are you sure you hurt it during training?" Hunk looked at her doubtfully. He didn't see her name in the training log for that day, and he was starting to get suspicious.

"Why?" she pulled her hand away from him and held it with her other. "Do you not trust me?" she gave him an accusing glance.

"NO! No! Of course, I do." he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to get his thoughts out. " You should at least let someone wrap it."

Pidge seemed hesitant as she processed this. After a moment's hesitation, she nodded and gestured for Hunk to lead the way to the infirmary.

Pidge's POV

They were about halfway there when who should they find coming around the corner? It was none other than Lance Mcclain. The paladin of the Blue Lion. The super cocky and full of himself paladin. Pidge groaned inwardly, although he helped saved thousands of different alien species he somehow managed to find a way to show off. Whether it be to Allura or too another girl Lance was always right there with them showing off. And as of right now he was the last person on Earth..well in space she wanted to see.

"Hey!" Lance walked over to them. Where are you guys going this late?" He slowed his pace to match theirs.

"Pidge hurt her hand during training, and we are going to go wrap it. Right?" Hunk looked over at Pidge.

"Yep." she replied with a quick short answer. She honestly wished Lance would go away the fewer people that knew about the trip to the infirmary the better, although she wasn't too convinced Hunk would stay quiet about it either.

"Lance weren't you headed the other way?" she asked him looking straight ahead.

"Yeah, but I was just going to bed. This sounds way more interesting!" Pidge rolled her eyes and snuck a glance down at her hand which she clasped with the other.

The bruising was starting to get really dark and there were a few knuckles where the bleeding was starting up again. Probably from moving or it bumped against something as the walked towards the infirmary.

In the infirmary

Pidge watched from the counter, that she had pulled herself up on, as Hunk pulled out bandages to wrap around her knuckles. He walked across the room and pulled out a few cotton balls and a small bottle of alcohol.

"Is there anything I can do?" Lance asked as he came up beside Hunk. Hmm. Maybe he is starting to change.

"Sure." Hunk handed him the bottle of alcohol. "Just put a little bit on her knuckles. I am going to go find some tape. We must have run out in here."

After Hunk left the room Lance started to open the bottle. Pidge watched as he took off the lid. How his fingers carefully unscrewed the cap, and set it down on the counter. She watched as his super tanned hands carefully grasped her small pale-skinned hand in his. Pidge watched as the clear liquid trickled from the bottle to her hand.

Without warning, although she knew it was coming, she pulled her hand out of Lance's grasp. At the same time, she felt her socked feet connect with his stomach. She heard him hit the ground with a thud. Which meant one of two things. One he was trying to dodge but failed miserably, or two he was not prepared to get a pair of feet into his stomach.

Pidge went with the second option knowing that she was probably not able to take down any of the Paladins with her strength although she probably could take them down with her 'smarts' as Lance called it.

One second she was on the counter the next she was on the ground leaning against the counter grasping her hand. Am I overreacting? She doubted it cause it hurt like Hell on Earth, although she knew Hell was like a thousand times worse.

"Gosh dangit Lance," she said through gritted teeth.

"Oh my Gosh! Pidge! I am so sorry!" he was kneeling next to her. She glared at him as she waited for the pain to subside.

"You know you are supposed to use a cotton ball right?" she watched as his eyes widened in surprise.

"You do? My parents just dumped a little on scrapes and then sent us back outside." he was now looking for some cotton balls.

"Yeah well not all of us had the same types of parents." She watched as he opened drawer after drawer each time turning up empty-handed. "Lance." she stood up, the pain finally subsided, and looked over at the clock. Lance who didn't acknowledge her was still going through drawers and mumbling stuff in Spanish under his breath. "Lance!" he looked up abruptly. "You can stop. There is no point in doing it again." Pidge reached for some bandages Hunk had set out. "I'll just wrap it in my room."

She turned to leave, but not before she saw his eyes fill with hurt and his face turn downcast.

Walking down the hall Pidge started to wrap her hand. Maybe Lance was actually trying to help…

Lance's POV

Lance watched as Pidge left the room. Sleep was evident in her eyes, and he didn't blame her for wanting to leave. He had goofed. He had assumed something and like always he was off. He sighed as he started to close drawers again.

Flashback

"Momma! Momma!" Lance ran into the kitchen where his mom was cooking dinner. He was holding the bottom of his elbow. A scrape was at his wrist, and it looked deep. A thin line of blood ran down his elbow onto his hand and then onto the floor.

His mom turned from the counter her face blew up in concern. "Oh, Lance you' re dripping all over the floor!" Lance's mom scooped him up off the floor, gently setting him on the counter. "Here hold your elbow over the sink! I will be right back!"

His mother returned a few moments later with a non-transparent bottle and a large bandaid. "Alright let me see." He held his elbow to where is mom could see. Turning from the scrape she turned to him. "What did you do?" she asked as she licked her thumb and wiped some of the dirt off of his cheek.

"I was running down the driveway and I tripped." Lance said tears gathering in his eyes" he looked at his mother innocently.

"Well then." she looked down at his feet "Aha! Lance how many times have we asked you to tie your shoes?" she didn't wait for an answer, instead she opened the mysterious looking bottle and gripped his arm.

"Now Lance, this is going to hurt, I'm not going to lie, but you have to bite the bullet and push through the pain."

He liked that about his mom always so straightforward with whomever she met.

He watched intently as the clear liquid connected with the scrape. Suddenly he wanted to jerk his arm away, but his mom had a firm grip on his arm. "Remember what I said, Lance." Lance bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes closed. A few seconds later it was over and his mom was placing a bandage on to his arm.

"Alright, Lance there you go." His mom finished placing the bandage on and set him back on the floor. "Now remember what do you need to do before you go play outside again?" she leaned forward her hands resting on her knees so she was eye level with him.

"Tie my shoes." He smiled up at her.

She returned the smile "That's right." She ruffled his hair and he giggled. "Now go play."

Present day

Lance saw Hunk walk into the room and answered his question before he could even ask it. "Pidge went to her room. She said she was going to take care of the rest by herself," he said as Hunk entered the room. Hunk took a moment to process and seemed to figure out what had happened, and just nodded.

Hunk crossed the room and placed the bundle of tape on the counter. Lance had a question burning in his mind all day and he was reminded of it when he saw Pidge. "Hey, Hunk?"

"Hmm?" he didn't look up as he sorted through the tape.

"Do you ever think about what Pidge would do to us if she found out we knew where her brother was?" Lance was now staring off into space letting his imagination get the best of him. He shook his head he honestly didn't want to think about it. Pidge is capable of many things and he didn't want to find out what.

"Honestly? Yeah, I do. I think about it all the time. I mean Pidge is a close friend of mi- of all of ours, and to think we can trust her with our lives, but not the location of her brother? That baffles me. I mean I understand Shiro's reasoning behind it, but still." Lance nodded he understood what Hunk was getting at. Shiro was always protecting the team, but even with that is there a chance you could go too far?