Hey ya'll, sorry it took so long to get this out.


Lance rolled over in his bed for the twentieth time.

He couldn't sleep. He had tried everything he could think of, but instead he with granted with four varga's of laying in bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Might as well get up" He muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and putting on his slippers.

This wasn't the first time he had insomnia while being on the Castle of Lions. Once, he had insomnia for an entire week. He had then developed a routine. Kitchen, hangers, rest room, and back to his bedroom. Unless he still couldn't fall asleep, then he would just wonder around the Castle until he felt as though he'd collapse.

He had just checked on Blue and was walking past Green's hanger when he heard it. Humming.

Two thought's stuck him at the same time.

Number one: What was Pidge doing up in the middle of the night?! (Okay, not that that was too unusual.)

And two: Pidge didn't hum! Or did she?

Lance quietly entered the Green Lion's hanger, greeted by the sight of Pidge. Her hair was in small pigtails, and she was wearing a green tank top, and purple pajama capris. (Hunk had snuck back to the space mall to get them for her).

Unlike the usual tinkering with electronics (although her laptop was on the table in front of her), Pidge was humming. And dancing.

Actually, it wasn't full blow dancing. More like swaying. But still!

He had never heard her sing, well hum, before, and he had to admit, her voice was pretty.

And she did need a partner...

"Pidge?" He called out questionably.

She turned, obviously surprised. "L-Lance!" He cheek's turned red. "What are you doing here?!"

He gave her a mischievous smile. "I thought I heard humming. I got curious."

"Well... Haven't you ever heard of knocking!?"

"Since when do we knock on the hanger doors?"

"That's not the point!" She shrieked.

All that accomplished, was making him more determined.

"You need a partner." He stated. Changing the subject.

Pidge blushed harder. "Excuse me?"

"You're dance. You need a partner."

"I wasn't dancing."

"Fine. Your 'swaying'. You still need a partner." He walked towards her. "I'm willing."

Pidge crossed her arms. "I don't dance."

"Come on."

Pidge looked up at him. "Lance, the top of my head barely reaches you're shoulder."

Lance shrugged and walked to the table "Doesn't matter."

Soft music floated out from the laptop, and before Pidge knew what was happening, Lance grabbed her hand and led her into a spot that held a bit more space.

"Lance..."

"What?" His eye's widened as a thought struck him. "You don't know how to dance, do you?"

Pidge rolled her eye's. "I know how to dance... I-I just don't slow dance."

Lance lifted an eyebrow. "Explanation please?"

"I know some Italian folk dances, and that's about it."

"But you don't think you can slow dance?"

"I didn't say that!"

Lance chuckled. "Really, 'cause it sure sounded like it."

"Laaaannncce."

"Piiiiddge." The girl in question glared at him, resulting in him flinching slightly. "Fine, if you insist that you didn't say you couldn't slow dance, then prove it."

Pidge's eye's widened. "What?"

"Prove it. Dance with me and prove me wrong."

"No."

Lance let go of her hand, yes they were still holding hands, and crossed his arms. "And why not?"

Pidge threw her hands up in the air. "Because you're just trying to trick me into dancing with you! It's not going to work! I'm not falling for it!"

Lance wasn't willing to give up, and dropped down to his knees, taking both of Pidge's hand's in his. "Please Pidge, dance with this poor soul."

Pidge groaned and glanced down at him. "Fine, I'll dance with you."

"Yes!"

"On one condition."

Lance stood up, slightly apprehensive at hearing those three words. "Which would be?"

"Unless you need to talk about something important, or get some feelings out through playing video games. Then please don't bug me at night, especially while I'm working."

Lance was surprised that that was her request. He had been expecting it to be more... agonizing, on his side. "Okay! Fine! No more night visits unless I need to talk. Got it."

Pidge sighed as she put one of her hands on Lance's shoulder, he was holding the other and, she had to admit, she liked the way it felt.

When Lance put his hand on the small of her back she had to will herself to remain calm on the outside. You see, Pidge had a couple of reasons on why she didn't want to dance with Lance. One of those reasons was the closeness. Whenever he was really close to her, her heart beat faster and her thoughts got all jumbled up. She didn't like feeling that way, because she knew what it meant.

She also knew that she didn't want to go through a heartbreak. "So, uh, how long have you been dancing?" Pidge asked as Lance started to lead her around the hanger.

"My whole life." He laughed, "Mama loved dancing. She had me dancing by the time I could walk... What about you?"

Pidge glanced over at the Green Lion, not wanting to look up at Lance. "The same. Whenever my family would visit Italy there would always be big family reunions. At those reunions we would end up dancing... A lot."

"Sounds nice."

"Yeah..." Pidge cleared her throat and tried to step away. She had almost succeeded, but Lance was still holding onto her hand and spun her back.

"Oooh, nicely done." He said, as she gently landed against his chest.

"When do I get to stop dancing?" Pidge asked grumpily as Lance spun her around to face him. The hurt in his eye's made Pidge immediately regret what she said.

"I guess we can stop now." He said sadly, as he let go of her hand and stepped back.

Pidge bit her lip as he started to walk away. She didn't want to hurt him, he meant too much to her. "Lance wait!" She cried, reaching out and grabbing his arm. "I-I'm sorry. We don't need to stop."

Lance looked down at her, "Why don't you like dancing?"

"It's not that I don't like it, per say... It's just..."

"What?"

Pidge sighed and turned slightly away from him, "The last person I danced with was Dad. It was a few days before he and dad left for the Kerberos Mission. There was a school dance, but no one asked me to go." Pidge smiled a sad smile, and Lance reached out to touch her shoulder. "What happened?" He asked gently.

"Somehow Dad found out about the dance, so he had Matt keep me busy while he and Mom decorated the living room. White twinkling lights were strung, and all of the furniture was pushed up against the walls. I wasn't too happy when I got home. It wasn't the same thing. But my family got me to join in on the dancing. The last dance was a daddy daughter dance, since dad and I didn't know when we would have another chance."

Lance reached out and brushed Pidge's bangs away from her face. "I'm sorry, Pidge. If I had known..."

Pidge shook her head. "No. It's okay." She grabbed his hands and pulled him back to the middle of the room. "Now come on, let's dance."

"You're sure it's okay?" Lance asked. He got a bright smile in return. "Are we doing this or not?" She asked as she faced him. Just as she had, Lance didn't answer with any words. Instead he took her hand and spun her around, before drawing her in close.

Truthfully Pidge still felt a tiny bit uncomfortable, maybe sad, but she hid it well and decided to ask Lance a question. "When was the last time you danced? With another human, I mean."

The Blue Paladin smiled fondly. "Do you remember the weekend before we found the Blue Lion?"

"Yeah, we had a weekend off, and you flew to Cuba... Oh"

"The last time I danced was then, and it was with my older sister Rachel. She and I both love dancing, and since we didn't know when we'd see each other again..."

"Are you two close?"

Lance chuckled, "If you count fighting like cats and dogs all time close. Then yes, we were close."

Pidge made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a mock gasp. "What, you? No. Why would you ever fight with your sister?"

She squealed when she felt Lance's hands move to her sides and start to tickle her. "You little fairy!"

"I'm going to take that as a compliment!" Pidge laughed as she wiggled out of his grasp.

Lance held out his hands, palm sides up, towards the Green Paladin. "I promise I won't tickle you."

Pidge inched her hand towards him. "Should I trust you?"

Lance thought of rolling his eye's, but decided against it. "Yes."

Pidge giggled and placed her hand in his. In a swift movement, they were back too dancing, only this time it was a bit different. Pidge had both of her hands on Lance's shoulder's, and his hands were resting on her waist.

Lance felt his heart quicken as Pidge lay her head on his chest. Stop! He chided himself. I can't have feelings for her. He glanced down, and noticed her eye's were half closed. I can't risk her getting hurt.

Instead of talking, Lance started to hum. He didn't really have any words to what he was humming, he was making it as he went.

A while later, he felt Pidge lean up against him a bit harder, and she had basically stopped dancing.

"Pidge," He whispered gently, "I think it's time for you to hit the hay."

He could feel Pidge let out a deep breath, but she didn't move.

"Pidge..."

He almost laughed when he realized what happened. She had fallen asleep... while dancing.

After a little bit of careful maneuvering, Lance managed to pick Pidge up bridal style. "Let's get you too bed." He whispered as he carried her out of the hanger.

His emotions fought with each other as he headed towards Pidge's room. On the one hand, he really liked her. On the other he knew what he was like and he didn't want to ever risk breaking her heart.

On the third hand if, no when, they found Shiro, the older man would return to his duties as Pidge's unofficial big brother/protector, and Lance didn't ever want to face off with him.

"Lance? What are you doing?" Lance blinked, not noticing the princess until then.

"I-I couldn't sleep and found Pidge awake in Green's hanger. We hung out for a while and she fell asleep. I was just talking her to her room. What are you doing up?" The princess sighed softly and lowered her voice. "I couldn't sleep either. We have a very big event tomorrow evening and I was just making sure everything is perfect."

Lance nodded his head sympathetically. "Why don't I help you some after I get this fairy to her room."

"Fairy?" Allura question quietly as she followed Lance.

"Fairies are are small human-like beings with wings, and are only in myths and legends. Fairies can be very mischievous, and in some myths they are bad tempered."

"Oh. Then, I guess that suits her well."

"In other myths, fairies can be kind and nurturing."

Allura looked at him curiously. "Which do you view Pidge as?"

Lance smiled down at the sleeping figure in his arms. "I view her as a good fairy, only this particular good fairy is still a little mischievous, and a bit bad tempered. Like Tinkerbell."

"Tinkerbell?"

Lance laughed, "I'll explain later."

As the pair neared Pidge's room, Allura went ahead and opened the door for Lance, considering that his arms were full.

Turns out that walking through Pidge's room was a sport in it's own. Lance was amazed that he kept his balance as he carried her over to her bed. He was also amazed that he spotted trash-him in the corner of her room. He had assumed that she had gotten rid of it. He was almost flattered that she didn't.

Pidge stirred as Lance gently put her down, and pulled a blanket over her. One of her Space Caterpillars floated over and snuggled under her arm.

As Lance was turning to exit the room, he heard his name.

"Thanks for the dance." Pidge mumbled sleepily.

The Blue Paladin chuckled. "Shouldn't I be thanking you? I did talk you into it."

Pidge closed her eye's before whispering. "But I probably wouldn't have fallen asleep otherwise."

Lance looked down at her, noticing how her eye's were half closed, and how her hair framed her face. "You can bug me anytime at night." She said softly.

Lance smiled down at her and did what he promised himself he would never do.

He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

"Good night, Fairy." He whispered.

She was already out.


That night, while Lance helped Allura, Pidge actually had a very good dream.

In her dream, she was older. Maybe nineteen, twenty at most. She was in a white gown, and was standing in a field. The only light came from the stars.

At first she didn't know what was going on, until Lance appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Nicely dressed, she might add.

Soft music floated around them, and he held out his hand to her, pulling her close as she took it.

Pidge was happy, very happy, as she danced with the man in front of her. The person she loved.


The next morning when Pidge woke up, she could only remember bits and pieces of her dream and the night before.

She knew that she danced with Lance.

She knew that Lance must have carried her to her room.

She for some reason had a vague memory of him kissing her forehead.

And one thing from her dream that she remember, was a silver band on her finger.

Pidge made a vow right then and there. Unless she really did end up with Lance one day in the future, though she highly doubted it, she would never ever dance with him again.

That was a vow that she was going to make sure she never broke.


So, I want to mention that the reason this took so long to get out was because I had to rewrite it after finding out that dancing is a big part of Italian culture.

As for everything else? These things just... happen.

Hope you enjoyed it!