Title: This is so Die Hard
Chapter: 7
Rated: T for violence and language
Author's Notes: Hunk needed to say something…Set near the end of season 2
Hunk was having the worst day in his entire life. It was worse than when he had the flu. It was worse than when he puked five times in the simulator on the same exercise. It was worse than when he found out he couldn't go back to Earth. It was awful, horrible, no good, yeah there really weren't words enough to describe this day.
It had started out pretty good. Pidge and him working their magic, making the least stealthy, but most fortified of the lions cloaked. Yellow would be so good for prisoner breakouts and transport missions. Pidge had installed what she needed. She shutdown the castle ship defenses while Hunk snuck Yellow out and it was to be a day long game of hide and seek. Pidge had even set up some Galra scanners to look for Yellow as well as the usual castle systems.
And he had been having a blast. Pidge wasn't even close to finding him. They had been up and down and all around. Pidge had been growling the whole time. Even though she was the main mind behind the cloaking technology she didn't like losing. Hunk pointed out to her that she was winning either way and that had seemed to satisfy her.
And then Pidge had cut off mid-sentence, and then the particle barrier had gone up. Hunk had spent he didn't know how long screaming into the radio for Pidge, then trying everyone else. All with no answer, nothing. He had done everything he could think of to amplify the radio. He was near panic attack when he finally heard from Lance. And somehow hearing from him had made it better and like a billion times worse at the same time. There had been explosions and gun shots and screaming and crying and Hunk's heart just couldn't hardly handle it all. He just wanted to break down the wall to give Lance a hug, make sure he was okay, give him another hug, and then never let him out of his sight again. He was going to put trackers on all of the paladins and Allura and Coran. He had designed it in his head as he waited. He even knew where all the parts where in his workshop.
And then as bad as it had been hearing that Lance was hurt, and then hurt, and more hurt, and the others were captured, and Keith was shot and Shiro was unconscious and Coran and Allura where in some sort of weird knock you out forcefield - then it got worse. He didn't know if Keith was alive, he had heard the entire thing from both radios. He could feel pride and absolute terror for his friend when he fired the shots. He didn't think he could feel more and then more sounds and thumps and not good and that horrid woman's voice saying she was taking Lance. And that was just well - Nope.
At that point scared Hunk, terrified Hunk, nauseous Hunk, worried Hunk, trying to play along with Lance's delusions Hunk - all of those guys just got out of the way cause now he was just pissed off Hunk. Done Hunk. Going to squish some ungrateful Galra loving traitorous evil witch Hunk. He pulled up the scanners inside the castle. He knew where Lance had been so he started looking around anywhere that vent let out. He literally growled when he got them on camera. She had Lance tossed over her shoulder and there was blood. There was a lot of blood. He waited a few minutes until it became obvious where she was headed. There was only one thing that far out in the castle. He had once complained about Yellow's hanger being the farthest away and not near anything else, but today, today he was glad of it.
"Let's get her Yellow." He could feel his lions deep growl in response. Yellow had been as distressed as Hunk, she could feel her sisters' distress at being unable to reach their paladins. They swung out of the main hall and around to Yellow's hanger. He was not letting that, that, puta get away with his best friend.
The Yellow Lion landed in the hanger just as the Nitomian woman was creeping through the door. She startled and yelled. She ran for her ship, the paladin slapping against her shoulder. All she needed to do was get in and activate the cloak. These idiots would never be able to track her. Her ships maneuverability and speed could easily outdistance the Yellow Lion. As long as the rest were still pinned down by their shielding devices she would make an easy get away. She laughed to herself as the paladin over her shoulder groaned. He was going to do a lot more than that when the Galra got their hands on him. She had opened the door to her ship and was climbing up the ramp when something slammed into her face and she found herself lying on the ground looking up at the Yellow Paladin.
"Nope. Just Nope!" He leaned forward, picked her up by the shirt and punched her once more in the face. Her eyes rolled backwards and she went limp. Hunk dropped her and scrambled for Lance. He gathered him up into his arms.
"Pidge! Coran! Anyone?!" Hunk yelled over his radio, hoping someone was able to hear him.
"Hunk?" Pidge answered.
"Pidge, I've got Lance, he's…it's bad. Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah, the Nitomians helped get Allura and Coran free and they were fine as soon as the fields were deactivated. We are heading to the med bay and the healing pods with Shiro and Keith. Can you meet us there?"
"Yeah. On our way," Hunk clicked off the radio and looked to Yellow. "Watch her girl, if she tries anything just blast her." Yellow growled her agreement.
"Lance, I'm getting you to the cryopods. Just hold on buddy." Hunk didn't even bother to try to figure out what all was wrong with Lance, there wasn't time. He just held him close and ran.
