Pidge sighed as she petting one of the space caterpillars. She was bored. More than bored. Wait, was there a word for that? She blew it off. No longer caring.

All there was around her was her lion, which was dead, space caterpillars, and trash. Lot's and lot's of trash.

Wait a minute.

Pidge glanced at all of the trash. Her mom had always told her to be crafty, and she was always reminded to recycle.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do. You guy's want to help me?" In response, the space caterpillars nodded. (Which was basically tilting themselves up and down.)

"Good. Bring me all sorts of trash. I''m gonna make trash-people!"

Pidge grabbed a stray piece of metal. "But who should I make first?"

It honestly didn't take her too long to figure that out. She had been concerned about a certain Cuban boy ever since they all separated in the freak wormhole.

She missed his jokes, his smile, his care-free personality. And they had only been separated for an hour!

Pidge set to work, sorting through all the materials she would need, and starting to put some of them together.

The entire time she did that, she was thinking of her adventures with Lance.

She didn't have many from her Garrison days. She had always blown him off, only going on a hike here or there when he, unintentionally, guilted her into it. He never meant to guilt her, but whenever he mentioned team-building it always made her think of her dad. A person who also was big into bonding as a team.

So, she concluded that her first actual adventure with Lance would've been when they found the Blue Lion, and he piloted them into space.

Then you had when the Castle of Lions was taken over. Lance almost died. Yet he woke up, from a coma, in order to save her. It took Pidge weeks to forgive herself. She felt that if she hadn't kept Rover, than the Galra couldn't have used him to infiltrate the Castle of Lions. Lance wouldn't have gotten hurt.

Pidge blinked back tears. She couldn't cry. Lance made it clear that it wasn't her fault. She just had to believe it too.

Then you had there time going, and at, the Balmera. Lance flirting with Nyma? Not fun. Fighting a big, scary and powerful Galra monster? Also not fun.

Now there time at the Galra Space Station. She giggled. She had gotten to make a robot slap him for talking about a girl. Now that was fun.

Of course, you also had their adventures on the Castle of Lions. One was when she turned him into her personal slave. Although that only lasted for a day.

Or when the Castle of Lions turned on them! Actually, that was scary.

By this time, Pidge finished with her trash-Lance. She looked over her work. "Well, it's not as good as the real thing, but you'll do."

She sighed and glanced around. "Now, if only I knew Lance was safe."


She had her answer a couple days later. He was! Bad part. He couldn't quit talking about Plaxum, and it was really getting on Pidge's nerves.

"And did you know that- mmmfff. Hey!"

Laughter came from everyone but Lance, who was holding a pillow that Pidge had just thrown at him.

Pidge shrugged her shoulders and smirked. "Ooops."

"Ooops? I'll give you oops." Lance threw it back at her, making her screech.

This resulted in Pidge grabbing another pillow and throwing it at him, and before you knew it, they were having a full on pillow fight.

What they hadn't noticed was everyone else slipping out of the room.

An hour later, Pidge collapsed on a couch, while Lance collapsed on the one facing opposite of it. The entire room was a mess, but both were too tired to clean it up.

"Truce?" Lance asked, looking to Pidge.

"Truce."

Pidge closed her eye's, only opening them when Lance said her name.

"I'm glad you're okay."

That made her smile. "I'm glad you're okay too."

With those words being said, both fell into deep sleeps. Only being woken up by Shiro the next morning. To the chore of cleaning up the room.

But, it was worth it.