The Adventures of Elevator Lance:
Fatal Misery: Part 2
Lance was standing outside the elevator on the first floor. He had been staring at the call button for ten minutes but made no move to push it.
"Well, you gonna push it or what?" asked Keith.
"She's there…waiting for me…like some kind of predator." Lance sighed.
"Just tell her to leave," Allura said.
"She won't. She only hears what she wants to hear," Lance said.
"So what are you gonna do?" asked Keith.
"There's only one thing I can do. I will have to kill her," Lance said calmly as he pushed the call button.
"You can't kill her," Allura said.
"Why not? It worked when I took care of that annoying guy named Richard back in the first season," Lance said as the doors opened.
The three stepped in and Allura continued her argument. "Because she is a human being and should get help, not get killed."
"That's your opinion," Lance said. "This crazy chick has been calling me all day, asking if I've been thinking about her, asking if I still had this damn yarn on my finger, telling me her plans for rearranging my quarters to accommodate her belongings…"
"Dude, you have got to put a stop to this," Keith said. "It's like you two are married."
"I know," Lance said.
The elevator arrived at the thirtieth floor and the three pilots stepped out. Keith and Allura followed Lance down the hall until they came to Keith's quarters. There, he and Allura stopped to talk while Lance continued to his room.
Before Lance could push the open button the door opened and Rachel shoved her way out into the hallway, pressing Lance against the wall. "And where have you been? I've had dinner waiting on the table for you and now it's cold."
Lance looked over at his friends for help. Rachel glanced over and saw Keith and Allura standing in the hall. "Oh I see, you were with her all day, weren't you."
"Rachel it's not like that at all. Allura and I are just friends." Lance managed to push himself away from the wall and to push Rachel back. "Further more, you and I are not together. We never were. You were my nurse and that was it." Lance reached down and removed the yarn from his finger. "And I'm not wearing this stupid thing any more."
Rachel stepped back from Lance. Her heart was broken, which Lance had accounted for, but a dark fury overcame her. "This is all YOUR FAULT!" Rachel yelled at Allura. She then turned back towards Lance. "I am your number one fangirl. I love you, Lance and I won't be ignored."
Before anyone could react, Rachel disappeared into Lance's quarters, then came running out a few seconds later with a large knife in her hand and she headed straight for Allura.
As Rachel approached, Allura grabbed the arm that held the knife and flipped Rachel over her shoulder. The knife fell to the floor with a clang and Rachel began to cry and she lay on the ground.
An hour later…
Lance was sitting at his dining room table, sipping on a very strong, alcoholic beverage. He never acknowledged Keith as he sat down next to him.
"Dr. Erops has admitted Rachel to the psych ward. She's confined to her room for now but he has hopes that with the proper treatment, Rachel could reenter society," Keith said.
"That's good to hear," Lance said flatly.
"You ok?" Keith inquired.
"I just feel sorry for her, you know. And I feel guilty for acting the way I did about the whole situation."
"None of this was your fault," Keith said reassuringly. "Rachel had some problems but she's getting the help she needs."
"I know." Lance picked up the small piece of yarn sitting in front of him on the table. "I'll be glad when this series is over."