Freezing Ending #2 Lost Hope Found
Disclaimer: I still don't own them. So, don't sue me.
Authors notes: Hey! I'm back again with the ummm... not as sad ending to my fic. I would like to thank yamatoforever, Girl Called Mozart, kitrina, Gears, luxx, and to the person who reviewed as "awww". I greatly appreciate you taking the time to review my story. Ultra-special thanks go to Phoenix- my dedicated beta reader and muse finder, this would have never happened without you. Anyway on with the story!
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Pidge huddled himself inside Lance's jacket against the cold and prayed. He had never been very interested in the Terran religion, but it had one thing he needed right now. A miracle. He felt bad about wearing Lance's jacket, but Lance didn't need it anymore.
He rubbed his hands together trying to restore the painful tingling that ment the blood was still flowing. He was not going to die here. He was stronger than that.
He was.
He was...
Wasn't he?
Lance had always seemed so much stronger that him. Nothing could ever stop Lance. Nothing until now. It didn't seem fair. They had survived so much... both had lost their home planets, they had both survived the Academy; they had survived the war with Zarcon, and Nanny's strange and unusual cooking. It didn't seem right that Lance was stopped now... by a stupid ice block of a planet.
Pidge had to survive, for Lance, to carry him home. So, Keith and Sven would know that their younger lover had gone bravely, as if Lance would have gone any other way. Keith and Sven...
How was he going to explain it to them?
Oh well... he would worry about that later... when freezing wasn't as close of an option. Pidge squatted down in the snow, ducking his head from the biting wind. God it was cold. Maybe resting for a few minutes would help him a little. Especially since, he didn't know if he still had the strength to walk anymore.
Oh well... Just for a few minutes...
It wouldn't hurt...
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"...dge... you... copy..."
Pidge forced his tired eyes open at the sound coming from the pocket of Lance's jacket. He reached into the inner pocket of the jacket and pulled out a mini-radio. He stared at it then turned and stared at what was, at the moment, the most beautiful sight in the Universe.
Yellow Lion.
"hunk...?" his voice didn't sound right, even to his own ears. He coughed and tried again rasping, "Hunk... is that you?"
A whoop from over the radio told him he was right. "Thank God! I was beginning to think that we would never find you! Are you all right? I'll be down to get you in a second. Keith and the others will be here soon. Is Lance there too?"
There was such a long pause that Hunk double-checked the radio to make sure it was working.
Finally, Pidge answered. "Hunk... Lance... lance is... he's... he's dead..."
"Dead?"
Pidge swallowed at the shock in Hunk's voice. "Yeah... he died... some time... last night I think it was..."
There was a long pause this time from Hunks end. "Okay. You don't worry about that. I'll take care of Keith and Sven. And they'll take care of Lance. Now then... Let's get you in here and get you home."
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Pidge was hustled up into yellow Lion and wrapped in a large blanket while Hunk talked to Keith and Sven outside. Pidge couldn't face either of them now. How could he after he was the last one with their, now dead, lover. They wouldn't blame him, but the pain would be too strong for him to face them.
Hunk returned a while later. Pidge collapsed into his lover's arms, sobbing at the unfairness of the universe. How could it rip Lance away from them? .
Hunk just held him and let his own silent tears fall. This was the kind of thing they had all prepared for during the war, but when the war ended, they went back to being boys. Boys were too young for death. They would always manage to cheat it. This time they had been cheated. Their heart had been torn out and apart. Things would never be the same again.
When the time came to leave the planet, Pidge stared out the view screen his tears drying on his face. The planet seemed to wink at him an innocent pale blue. How could something so pretty be so evil at the same time?
Once long ago, Lance had explained to Pidge why he hated winter. "Sure it's beautiful," he had said, "But that beauty comes only through death. I can't love something that takes everything else beautiful away to create itself."
At the time, Pidge hadn't quite understood Lance's meaning. Now as he stared at the beautiful planet that stole lance away from them, he thought he did understand.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them. So, don't sue me.
Authors notes: Hey! I'm back again with the ummm... not as sad ending to my fic. I would like to thank yamatoforever, Girl Called Mozart, kitrina, Gears, luxx, and to the person who reviewed as "awww". I greatly appreciate you taking the time to review my story. Ultra-special thanks go to Phoenix- my dedicated beta reader and muse finder, this would have never happened without you. Anyway on with the story!
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Pidge huddled himself inside Lance's jacket against the cold and prayed. He had never been very interested in the Terran religion, but it had one thing he needed right now. A miracle. He felt bad about wearing Lance's jacket, but Lance didn't need it anymore.
He rubbed his hands together trying to restore the painful tingling that ment the blood was still flowing. He was not going to die here. He was stronger than that.
He was.
He was...
Wasn't he?
Lance had always seemed so much stronger that him. Nothing could ever stop Lance. Nothing until now. It didn't seem fair. They had survived so much... both had lost their home planets, they had both survived the Academy; they had survived the war with Zarcon, and Nanny's strange and unusual cooking. It didn't seem right that Lance was stopped now... by a stupid ice block of a planet.
Pidge had to survive, for Lance, to carry him home. So, Keith and Sven would know that their younger lover had gone bravely, as if Lance would have gone any other way. Keith and Sven...
How was he going to explain it to them?
Oh well... he would worry about that later... when freezing wasn't as close of an option. Pidge squatted down in the snow, ducking his head from the biting wind. God it was cold. Maybe resting for a few minutes would help him a little. Especially since, he didn't know if he still had the strength to walk anymore.
Oh well... Just for a few minutes...
It wouldn't hurt...
~~~~~~~~~~//~~~~~~~~~~~
"...dge... you... copy..."
Pidge forced his tired eyes open at the sound coming from the pocket of Lance's jacket. He reached into the inner pocket of the jacket and pulled out a mini-radio. He stared at it then turned and stared at what was, at the moment, the most beautiful sight in the Universe.
Yellow Lion.
"hunk...?" his voice didn't sound right, even to his own ears. He coughed and tried again rasping, "Hunk... is that you?"
A whoop from over the radio told him he was right. "Thank God! I was beginning to think that we would never find you! Are you all right? I'll be down to get you in a second. Keith and the others will be here soon. Is Lance there too?"
There was such a long pause that Hunk double-checked the radio to make sure it was working.
Finally, Pidge answered. "Hunk... Lance... lance is... he's... he's dead..."
"Dead?"
Pidge swallowed at the shock in Hunk's voice. "Yeah... he died... some time... last night I think it was..."
There was a long pause this time from Hunks end. "Okay. You don't worry about that. I'll take care of Keith and Sven. And they'll take care of Lance. Now then... Let's get you in here and get you home."
~~~~~~~~~//~~~~~~~~~
Pidge was hustled up into yellow Lion and wrapped in a large blanket while Hunk talked to Keith and Sven outside. Pidge couldn't face either of them now. How could he after he was the last one with their, now dead, lover. They wouldn't blame him, but the pain would be too strong for him to face them.
Hunk returned a while later. Pidge collapsed into his lover's arms, sobbing at the unfairness of the universe. How could it rip Lance away from them? .
Hunk just held him and let his own silent tears fall. This was the kind of thing they had all prepared for during the war, but when the war ended, they went back to being boys. Boys were too young for death. They would always manage to cheat it. This time they had been cheated. Their heart had been torn out and apart. Things would never be the same again.
When the time came to leave the planet, Pidge stared out the view screen his tears drying on his face. The planet seemed to wink at him an innocent pale blue. How could something so pretty be so evil at the same time?
Once long ago, Lance had explained to Pidge why he hated winter. "Sure it's beautiful," he had said, "But that beauty comes only through death. I can't love something that takes everything else beautiful away to create itself."
At the time, Pidge hadn't quite understood Lance's meaning. Now as he stared at the beautiful planet that stole lance away from them, he thought he did understand.