It's strange waking up lightyears away from the only home you know, with the last memory being your father and brother being presumed dead after the Kerberos mission. The memory gap was nothing but darkness in Pidge's mind.

Across from Pidge, the only people that she recognized in this strange place, were giving her answers to fill in her memory gap. Though their mouths were moving she heard nothing of what was told to her. None of it made sense. How one day she could be on earth and the next she was waking up in space.

Her mind kept drifting to when she tackled the boy with blue eyes. Instinct had taken over, but it was no instinct she had learned on earth. Her body moved with incredible precision as if she had learned to fight. Faint remnants of the adrenaline that had coursed through her came to mind. She tightened her hands that rested in her lap.

"Pidge?"

She looked up with her eyes wide and her face flushed. "Yes?"

"Did anything I said make sense?" Her brother, Matt, looked at her with such hope. Maybe something that he said had clicked inside her brain. For a brief moment she thought about lying to him. He had been so frantic when he had first arrived. Instead, she clenched her hands tighter, shaking her head.

"No." She looked up at her brother, and noted the pain in his eyes, "It's still blank."

"That's okay," Matt replied, quickly bouncing back from the lack of progress. "We can try again."

"Matt-"

"I'm sure once we go over the missing time with you some more-"

"Matt-"

"-you'll remember!"

"MATT!"

He paused, eyes blinking as he looked back at his sister, suddenly quiet. Pidge was shaking as tears threatened to spill over. Her hands were balled into fists pushing firmly into her thighs. "They're not coming back," she said with a shaky voice. "M-Maybe it's better if I don't." Matt had described event after event and Pidge could only think about the trauma that each event would have caused her.

"Pidge-" Matt reached for her.

Shaking her head, she pushed back up onto the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. Shiro placed a hand on Matt's shoulder causing Matt to pause in his movement.

"Let's give her a moment." Shiro whispered to Matt. Whether Shiro had intended her to hear or not she didn't know, nor did she care.

By the time the door had slid closed behind them, Pidge had climbed underneath the covers with no intention of ever emerging again.

It felt longer than the actual five minutes that passed, before the door slid open again. She tensed preparing for her brother to start going on again about how she'll remember.

The footsteps that she had been listening to stopped suddenly as if startled by something. She risked a peek out from beneath the sheet. Stopped just a few feet in the doorway, eyes locked on her bed was the blue-eyed boy from earlier.

"I didn't realize anyone was in here." He said.

Pidge sat up, there was no point in hiding now. "It's alright." She fidgeted with the sheet. The fabric was rough and smooth at the same time, but it was an interesting feeling as it ran between her fingers. It was random, that's what it was. The fact that she was focusing on the feeling of fabric. If she was honest, it was a hell of a lot better than focusing on the silence that had enveloped the room.

"I'll leave you alone then."

Clearly, it's getting to him too. Pidge thought a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.

She didn't reply as his footsteps retreated to the door…only to stop short. She glanced up as he turned towards her. He had a hand placed on the back of his head, the other tucked into his jacket pocket.

"You know there is a room you can stay in, rather than the infirmary."

"It was your room," he offered the information quietly. As if mentioning anything in her memory gap would set her off. He remained inside the doorway as she wandered around the room.

There was a bed set into the wall on one side and on the opposite, there was a solid wall, the floor along the length of the wall was all sorts of metallic objects, and technical pieces. Pidge's attention turned back to the bed. A sheet and blanket were folded neatly on top of the mattress, the only thing missing was a pillow.

"Guess I had a thing against pillows…and sleeping." Pidge said. She gave one more look around the room before settling her gaze on the boy still standing in her doorway.

He chuckled, "Well you're not wrong about the sleeping part. You spent most nights in here or your lab working on projects with whatever your mind could come up with."

"And the nights that I did sleep?" She wasn't sure what caused her to ask the question or where the sudden curiosity had come from. She had meant what she had told Matt, it was better if she didn't remember.

She was surprised to see a light blush tint his cheeks. He looked down at the ground, his hands firmly stuffed into his pockets. He huffed a laugh, a hand emerging from his pocket only long enough to run his hand over his mouth.

"When you did actually sleep, you ah-You slept in my room."

"Oh." It was all she said, and something like hurt flickered across the boy's expression.

He cleared his throat, "I can go grab you a pillow and you can sleep in here tonight. It'll be better than the infirmary." He turned to go, and Pidge followed right behind him. It was an automatic movement that didn't receive much thought.

The trek down the corridor was spent in silence. Every step that Pidge took her silent regret became bigger. She shouldn't have followed him; she should have stayed put and allowed him to return to her with the pillow. But it was too late now. The boy had hardly reacted when she had trailed behind him as if he was prepared to hear her footsteps behind him.

"Lance."

Pidge looked at the boy allowing her confusion to show. "I'm sorry?"

"Lance. That's my name." He didn't bother looking at her, clearly understanding her tone. "I figured you would like to know since…"

"Since I don't remember." Pidge finished for him.

"Yeah." He stopped in front of the door, which slid open upon sensing his presence. "Here we are. You can wait here if you want, it'll only take a moment."

Pidge waited just outside the door, but curiosity got the best of her, and she found herself inching her way into the room. Lance was over by the bed, pulling a pillow from its casing.

He turned and startled upon seeing her. "Oh, Hi."

"Was I not supposed to come in?"

"No. No. It's fine, just wasn't expecting it at all." He raised the pillowcase. "I'm going to grab you a new pillowcase."

After Lance left, Pidge wandered around the room noting the bed, and the small desk tucked into the corner, a closed computer sitting atop of it. Interest piqued; Pidge approached the desk. Her hand rested atop the computer; the smooth surface was a comfort she couldn't explain.

Just when she had worked up the courage to open the computer Lance returned to the room. She managed to move away from the desk before his attention was returned to her. He held out the pillow to her.

"Here you go."

"Thank you." she pressed the pillow to her chest. "I better go now."

"Yes of course," Lance said after a moment. There was an emotion in his eyes. Pidge could tell that much. Which one it was she couldn't say.

She had just stepped out into the corridor when Lance called her name, she turned to find him partially outside his room.

"Can you find your way back, okay?"

She nodded.

"Um-" Lance looked back into his room, clearly unsure of what to say next. "If-If you need anything you know where to find me."

She nodded her thanks. Words were too difficult to use all of a sudden.

She couldn't sleep. She was exhausted. The last few hours had absolutely drained her, but sleep was far from actually occurring. Flipping from her back to her side, and then to her other side every three minutes had gotten boring, so here she was, her back pressed against the wall, knees pulled to her chest as she stared out into the darkness of the room.

Her thoughts ranged from wondering how many lightyears she was away from home to wondering what all she could do with the many pieces that lined the floor along the far wall.

She tilted her head back looking up at the soft blue lights that lit the indented space where the bed was. It lasted about a minute before she got up from the bed with a sigh.

The corridor was quiet. The same blue lights that lit her bed space were in the hall creating a halo of light every few feet. The walk calmed the roaring of her mind fairly quickly and though her dilemma had been solved her feet continued to move until she found herself standing in front of Lance's door. She stood there perplexed, she didn't know this guy, she shouldn't be running to him in the middle of the night. Her brother should be the one she goes too. But there was something about this boy, his gaze when he looked at her stirred something within her.

She had just decided to walk away when his door slid open. She jumped, her eyes flicking from the surprised look on his face to his shirtless torso, to the sweats that covered his waist down. She ended up focusing her gaze on the floor. Her mouth was like cotton and the effort to speak was too much, and the silence stretched

"Can't sleep?" Lance offered softly.

She nodded, swallowing the building emotion. "There's just a lot of information that I'm trying to process."

"You want to talk about it?"

"No." the word was swallowed by her tears she was fighting to hold back.

"Okay, that's alright. Would you like to come in?"

"Yes."

She sat on Lance's bed, her legs dangling over the edge. Lance had slipped on a hoodie, and for some reason Pidge was slightly saddened by his change in attire.

What the hell am I thinking? She thought to herself. She closed her eyes as she lowered her head into her hands. She was physically attracted to Lance, so what? Who wouldn't be? Her mind drifted back to the moments earlier when he hadn't had the sweatshirt covering his toned chest and abs. She could feel her face growing warmer as the mental image of him focused lower and lower. Her mental gaze focused on his very prominent v-line.

"Are you alright over there?" Lance's voice came out of nowhere and it caused Pidge to blush even more.

"Y-Yeah just tired." The lie came from her mouth shaky, and she sounded unsure, but Lance didn't comment on it, so she took it as a win.

Only his concerned gaze wasn't much better as he observed her. "Do you want to go back to your room?"

Your room. That room wasn't Her's. She didn't remember a single thing about that room, it felt more like a cell than a bedroom.

"No." Her face had cooled by this point, and her arms were crossed across her body.

"Okay, you can stay here tonight."

The comment surprised her, and she looked up at him, eyes wide with panic.

"It's okay, you can take the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor."

"Oh, I don't want to kick you from your bed. I can take the floor." Pidge replied.

Lance waved her off, already retrieving an extra pillow and blanket. "I insist," he said, locking his damning blue-eyed gaze with her's. Any air that was left in the room was sucked out, and it became very warm all at once.

The only thought that Pidge had as she slid beneath the covers was that it was going to be a long night. Little did she know that Lance was thinking the exact same thing.

Pidge was the first to wake up out of the two of them. The blankets were tangled around her legs and as she struggled with them her gaze caught the still sleeping form of Lance. He had shed his sweatshirt sometime after he fell asleep, the blanket only draped over his lower half with one of his legs sticking out from beneath the blanket. The sweatpants were still on as he slept on his stomach arms tucked up underneath the pillow to help support his head. A few brown locks fell into his face, and there for a minute he looked so young, and for a brief moment Pidge's heart fluttered in her chest.