The two sat, side by side, laughing and pointing out their enemies.

It was just like old times. Before Shiro died.

Pidge realised that she had probably been ignoring the poor boy.

Starting from that moment on, she was going to change that.

Pidge woke up with a gasp, hands clutching her neck to protect it from dream Zethrid and Ezor.

She sat for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe.

Finally, the girl's harsh breathing evened out.

She thought about going back to sleep, but that seemed like the last thing she wanted to do. Every time she closed her eyes, she could swear she was still there.

So, with shaking legs, she set towards the kitchen outside the Paladins' rooms, planning on making some tea, or some hot chocolate.

On the way, the green paladin walked past Lance's room. The door was wide open.

"I just want to check on him," Pidge thought to herself, pausing before she walked past his door.

She looked in. Lance was on his side, facing away from the door. So, he probably wasn't wearing his face mask tonight.

She sighed softly. He was safe. She didn't know why that made her heart feel lighter, so she decided not to question it and continue walking. Until Lance spoke.

"Pidge?" Lance mumbled, the name slurred from sleep.

"Yeah, it's me," Pidge huffed, "how'd you guess?"

"Footsteps..." Lance decided not to elaborate more than that.

There was silence. Pidge fidgeted with the edge of her pyjama top hem.

Lance turned over, facing the door, and scooting back, "Join me," He said. Pidge prayed that the boy couldn't see her flushed cheeks but didn't see the harm in joining him.

She climbed into bed, facing him. She could smell his minty fresh breath. Her breath was probably horrible, but Lance was happy enough to draw her closer so it couldn't have been that bad.

The two lay in silence. Pidge almost thought that Lance had fallen asleep.

"You wanna talk about it?" Lance asked, softly. When Pidge didn't respond, he elaborated, "about the nightmare,"

Pidge frowed her eyebrows, "You heard that?"

"I'm a light sleeper when I don't have my headphones in," Lance said.

Pidge was determined to keep her mouth shut, but then she saw the boy's trustful eyes and she couldn't help but give in.

"With Zethrid and Ezor. They were choking me, but you guys were cheering them on, and I couldn't breathe and..." Pidge stopped, tears pricking her eyes. How embarrassing.

She sat up ready to leave when Lance sat up next to her, holding gently onto her arm.

"It's ok," Lance said, "Come sleep with me. I can be the big spoon,"

Pidge snorted a bit at the analogy, but she laid down next to him, and let his arms wrap around her waist.

The two lay in silence, Lance not feeling the need to talk for once.

Pidge wanted to sleep - the nightmares see reoccurring, leaving her sleepless a lot of the nights - but she couldn't.

"It's ok," Lance mumbled into her shoulder, "I'll protect you. I won't let them get to you again,"

And with that reassurance, she fell asleep.

Pidge woke up to hushed talking.

She could feel that Lance had left because she suddenly had room to move her legs. The girl would deny to her last breath that she didn't miss Lance cuddling her. But she wasn't ready to wake up yet, so she closed her eyes again.

"...finally getting some sleep,"

"I know. Her bags had bags under their eyes,"

That was Lance's voice. While she might have this... crush on him, that was very rude but very true.

"Did you tell her..." that was Hunk.

"No. She wouldn't feel that way about me," Lance sighed. Allura again?

"I don't know dude. Pidge hasn't been looking at any of the other hotshot pilots,"

"And,"

"And, you could have a chance!"

"I don't know," Lance sounded distressed. She wanted to hug him, but oh wait! Apparently, Lance had a crush on her, so she was trying to not freak out.

"Look. The worst Pidge will do is let you down gently,"

"Are we talking about the same person?"

"Just trust me," Hunk said, leaving the room.

Pidge opened her eyes again. Lance let out a sigh and turned around, ready to go back to bed, when he spotted Pidge.

"Um... how much did you hear?" Lance asked, his face turned a nice beetroot red.

"Enough to know you have a crush on me," Pidge replied, her own face turning red.

"Well, that's my cue to leave!" Lance said, making his way to the door.

"No wait I love you too!" Pidge blurted out, sitting up to stop the boy. Lance stopped. The green paladin gulped, expecting him to go 'Haha! Sike! I never had a crush on you!', but she continued, "I have always loved you since the early days of Voltron,"

Lance moved and sat next to her, "Oh thank god,"

He drew his hand to brush away her curls but hesitated, "Permission to kiss you?"

"Heck yes," Pidge said, grabbing him by the collar and smashing his lips with hers.

Or at least, that was the intention.

The two gripped their heads, having smashed into each other's foreheads.

"Maybe with a little less force this time," Pidge said slyly.

"Agreed," Lance said. He held Pidge by the head as her arms slithered around his waist and finally, their lips met.

[A/N] As you can tell, I can not romance.