Pidge's Lance haha im evil. enjoy!
Blood and slight gore. As per ususal. Plance.
The lance speared all the way through the small body, pinning her to the ground. She chocked, coughing up blood and spluttering in pain.
"Pidge!" Lance screamed, pain ravaging his voice. He stood in front of her, keeping droids and sentries at bay. "Pidge, stay with me, please!" Tears slowly leaked down his cheeks.
Pidge didn't feel anything but also felt everything. The spear-like weapon had gone all the way through her. She knew she was pinned. Her entire body was on fire but freezing and in so much agony. She couldn't think, just breathe, just hang on…
She heard sounds of a battle, but she couldn't pick out anything to make her realize that. Lance? She heard Lance. He was calling her name. She panted. God, her stomach hurt, she couldn't breathe, she was fading in and out. So this was dying… it was painful and had a metallic taste.
"Pidge, please, don't give up." Lance pleaded, still mowing down the fighters. He was going to be overtaken, he couldn't protect her, it was going to be over.
Lance heard the telltale yell of Keith somewhere to his right. Keith, Allura, and Hunk had joined the fight. He could go to Pidge.
"Pidge, please, God, Pidge, can you hear me?" Lance said, trying to keep it at least a little bit together. "Don't- don't leave me, please." He choked on a sob.
Pidge put a hand on Lance's knee. "Lance…" She croaked, tears in her eyes. "I- I love you." She whispered, pent up sobs racking her body along with pain.
"No, please, we can- we'll get you in a pod, and we can- we'll get you patched up, you just have to hang on." Lance said, holding back tears, he put his hands around the shaft of the lance, trying to stop some of the bleeding. She was going delirious.
"I- ironic, isn't it?" She said, her breathing uneven and painful. "To be killed by- by a la- ance." She broke off coughing.
"Pidge, please, don't give up," Lance said, voice thick and tears coming faster now.
"The- the very thing I love…" She continued as if he hadn't spoken.
"Lance! What're you…" Hunk's voice trailed off. "Oh no." He leaned against a well, throwing up.
"We have to get her to the pods." Keith ordered.
"Coran, get a pod ready, now." Allura said, stopping in her tracks.
Lance barely heard them. He held Pidge's hand, pleading with her. He softly cried, pleading with her to just hold on, be strong, please-
"Lance, Coran has the pod ready. We have to get her out of here."
"Don't remove the spear. It'll make her bleed more freely. We need something to staunch it." Hunk said.
Lance hardly heard them. All he could think was Please don't leave me.
"I might be able to help." Allura said tentatively. Lance looked up at her. She was surprised by the redness of his eyes and face. She had never seen a human, much less Lance, cry before. Lance nodded, barely moving.
Pidge lay there, suffering as quietly as she could. She was aware of holding Lance's hand, grip as tight as she dared. If she didn't let go of Lance, she'd live, she'd be alive.
Lance moved, and a shiver of panic went down her spine. Was he leaving her? No, he was just moving over. She felt other hands around the wound. She shuddered and opened her eyes, seeing Allura's jeweled irises reflecting her scared face back.
"Pidge, this might hurt a little bit." Allura warned. Pidge heard her faintly. What could hurt more than this? Pidge heard a short argument ending with Allura's hand around the shaft again.
Something happened. Pidge's brain couldn't keep up with the list of pains. She screamed, stomach engulfed in pain, then nothing. She panted, now only feeling her minor injuries. Someone gently removing the weapon. She let herself fall into a half-asleep state, not listening to what was going on around her.
"We need to go, before she loses too much blood." Keith said. Lance nodded and picked up her small body. She hardly made a sound.
Lance went as fast as he could without jostling her too much. The pods were so far, why couldn't they be closer to the doors?
Pidge's face was grey and pasty. Lance could see the sweat beaded on her face. He kept trying to murmur encouragement but couldn't seem to swallow a lump in his throat. She looked so small in his arms. Like a bird with a broken wing, she was fragile, and the glow of her life was fading fast. He hardly heard the others following him, didn't hear them giving him encouragement. He could only hear Pidge's fading breath, he could feel her faint and erratic heartbeat under his fingers, could only see the soul of the one he loved fading, and he- he hadn't even gotten to confess.
She was almost gone, and his heart was breaking. He rushed into the pod room, now only caring about saving the life in his arms.
Coran took Pidge and quickly unclasped the armor as if he had done this millions of times, which he probably had. He didn't seem affected by the gaping hole in Pidge's abdomen. Lance stood there, watching him taking the armor off and then pulling a curtain up and asking Allura to put on the Pod Suit. The world seemed to whirl around Lance. He watched silently as Allura emerged. Did she look greyer in the white suit? Lance watched as she was carefully placed in a pod, as Coran punched in the settings, as the glass darkened with its activation of whatever it used to heal people.
He didn't know how long he stood there, staring at the cold, dark pod.
"Buddy? You okay?" Hunk asked, coming into the pod room in his normal clothes. "You haven't changed out of your armor?" He asked, concern written on his face and sounding into his words.
Lance looked down, mildly surprised to see his bloody paladin armor still on. "Yeah, guess I should…" He vaguely gestured out of the room, and walked away, taking off his armor in a haze. His clothes were lying warmed in the hamper. He pulled them on and meandered back to the pod room, sitting beside Pidge's pod. He didn't now how long had passes. He stayed up forever, it seemed, staring at the dry blood on his hands from where it soaked through his gloves. He didn't notice when Hunk came in again with a plate of some amazing food he had made. He felt Hunk hug him from the side and rub his shoulder, but he didn't actually feel it. Everything was surreal. He didn't understand what Hunk was saying. He tried to focus.
"…get you cleaned up?" Hunk asked softly. "I bet you're hungry."
Lance shook his head. Hunk sighed and got up, offering his hand. Lance looked at it, then at Hunk.
"I don't care what you say, you're getting a shower." Hunk said, pulling Lance up and pulling him towards the communal showers. He gave Lance a small push, and suddenly he was in the bathroom.
Lance blinked a few times. Shower. Okay. He did it mechanically. He toweled off and got redressed. He couldn't seem to function. He just thought about Pidge, in the pod and alone. He knew she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, but he felt wrong not being there. He walked out of the bathroom in the same daze.
Lance ended up back in the pod room. Keith found him this time.
"Lance, its late. What are still doing up?" He asked, sitting down.
Lance shrugged.
Keith furrowed his eyebrows. Hunk had said Lance wasn't himself but having him this quiet was so drastically wrong. He was hardly responding. Keith would bet Lance wouldn't have moved from his original spot if Hunk hadn't gotten him. There was a plate of untouched food between them.
Keith watched as Lance slowly felt the physical strain of the battle a few hours previous. He watched as Lance slowly fell asleep against the pod. He got up and grabbed a blanket. He wrapped it around the slender shoulders of the slumbering boy. He took the food and left to the commissary.
Lance woke up not remembering falling asleep, or even waking up. One minute, he was awake with Keith there, the next, he was leaning against the pod with a blanket around his shoulders. Coran was in there, being as quiet as he could.
"Oh, Lance, your up! Sorry if I woke you." He said, voice ever chipper. "Hunk made breakfast. Something called scrummaged eggs? Didn't know if you'd want any."
Lance shook his head no. He tugged the blanket around his shoulders. Pidge was still in the pod. He didn't feel like moving. So, he sat there and stared at the floor.
Coran finished and left. Allura and Hunk both checked on him, Allura under the presumption of checking on how long Pidge had left and how her vitals were and Hunk to bring him some food and a glass of water.
Lance drank half the glass of water. He didn't touch the food. Coran came in again and informed Lance that Pidge was be right as rice in two quintants.
"Right as rain," Lance muttered, correcting Coran's flawed Earthen expression.
"Yeah, what'd I say?" He asked.
Lance didn't really respond, he just gave a weak chuckle as to not hurt Coran's feelings. He knew Coran purposely said the expression wrong. He simply watched the floor again.
Hunk had a theory about what was up with Lance. He had seen him get like this when his dad had left for the army, and the family was informed he wasn't coming home. He shut down. No eating, no drinking, just sitting and staring, 'lost in a blank room,' as Lance had said later. Lance admitted that he had blocked the emotions, as if the room was a cell. Hunk didn't want to let Lance get that lost in the room again.
Hunk walked into the pod bay with another plate of food and determination. "Hey, buddy. I have your favorite. Garlic knots." Hunk said.
Lance looked at the knots. He looked at Hunk, raising an eyebrow.
Hunk shrugged. "Pulled a few strings. They're from Earth."
He watched with no small satisfaction as Lance took one and popped it into his mouth. Hunk could see the tenseness fade from his shoulders as he savored the buttery-garlic taste of the bread.
"Thanks." He said, giving a small smile.
Hunk's heart hurt. Lance looked so sad already, he didn't know if he wanted to open the door out of that room. But he knew that he didn't want Lance to break down when Pidge got out of the pod.
"So, uh, what's been going on lately?" He asked, trying to work up to the topic.
Lance heaved a sigh. "I- we almost lost Pidge, Hunk. I was supposed to be covering her. I- I failed her, Hunk. And- and she almost died. How could- how can-" Lance broke off. "How can I forgive myself for that?"
Hunk put his arm around Lance's shoulders, rubbing his arm. When Hunk didn't say anything, Lance continued.
"I just- Hunk, how could I? There's just so much Pidge does for us and she means so much and I hurt her. I wasn't fast enough. And, the worst thing is, it was a lance, Hunk. A fucking lance. It couldn't have been a spear or a harpoon or something. Now I also metaphorically hurt her! What if she had died because of me? What if- what if-" Lance broke off, voice catching on a lump in his throat. He felt hot tears start to blaze a trail down his face. "What if I love her, Hunk? What if I love her and I almost got her killed?" He shook. "She's so funny, and smart, and I don't know if I could live without her. She- she means the world to me, and now she-" Lance couldn't finish. The hurt and anger and anguish he's been blocking out hit him. He hid his face in his hands, not trying to contain himself anymore.
"It's okay, just get it out." Hunk comforted, rubbing his back. It hurt Hunk to see Lance like this, but it was better than him not talking at all.
Lance tried to reel it back in. "I'm sorry, Pidge is just so important to us, you know?"
Hunk nodded. "Is there anything else you wanna talk about, then see for some scrambled eggs?"
Lance hesitantly nodded. "Hunk, I- I think I love her."
One pep talk from Hunk and food goo from Coran, Lance moved. Granted, it wasn't much. He was still in the pod bay and he refused to leave it for more than an hour, but he wasn't fused to his one spot.
Hunk had brought in blankets, and Lance had taken them and made a makeshift bed. He had passed out inside not long after. Hunk put another blanket over him. Lance had slept 5 hours in the last two days, and Hunk wasn't going to let anyone wake him up so soon.
After about 6 hours of fitful sleep, Lance jolted awake. He had had some nightmare, but he couldn't remember what it was. He felt his shirt sticking to his back and noticed his panting breathes.
Hunk came by shortly after, giving Lance a breakfast muffin and asking him about his dream.
Lance shrugged, taking the wrapper off the muffin. Hunk withheld a sigh. After last night, he wasn't talking still. He had gotten some stuff off of his chest, and Hunk had the feeling Lance wouldn't be okay until Pidge was out. Hunk resigned himself to it and took Lance to the shower. At least he was more aware now.
Hunk watched from afar as Lance curled in on himself more, hardly talking, hardly eating still, but drinking the hydration pouches Allura and Coran brought him.
Lance watched as the glass cleared of frost slowly, showing a cold, frozen Pidge just behind the glass. Lance's heart hurt looking at her. She was so small and fragile in there, Lance wanted to get her out and warm her up and never let her out of his sight.
He was reminded that she would be out in another day. Hunk kept stopping by and making sure he was drinking and trying to get him to eat. He saw Lance slowly retreating back into himself, and he wouldn't let him. He kept conversation going and made him eat something.
That day was the longest. Lance didn't sleep well that night, he kept waking up from dreams where he hadn't been fast enough. He woke up at least twice, shaking and quietly crying. The day after that wasn't much easier. He didn't feel like eating, or drinking. He just sat in his nest and watched as Pidge slowly became clearer and clearer through the blue tinted glass.
Lance hardly noticed the others slowly join him as she was supposed to come out of the pod. Nerves shocked through Lance. What if she was mad at him? Disappointed? What if she didn't want to talk to him?
Lance shook his head, trying to clear those thoughts. Get her a warm blanket, the pods leave you cold inside. He grabbed on from the warmer and unfolded it.
"Just a few more ticks." Coran said, watching to vitals. Lance's stomach seemed to want to collapse on itself.
Whoosh! The pod opened up and Pidge fell out. Lance caught her in the blanket. She shuddered, and a wave of relief went through Lance. She was okay. He wrapped her up in the blanket and sat down with her.
Pidge felt like she was falling, then she felt arms around her and a soft, warm blanket. She furrowed her brows. Where was she? She blinked her eyes open and saw Lance's concerned face above her. She smiled softly. She gave a small hum of hello. The blanket and Lance were slowly warming her up. She slowly woke up, aware of what was happening around her. There was a soft flurry of activity. She heard Coran talking in some Altean medical jargon. Allura was talking with him and saying something else. But she kept focusing on Lance.
"How long was I in there?" She asked quietly, so that Lance could hear but not really any one else.
"About four days." Lance replied, just as quiet. His voice was thick. Pidge squinted. She couldn't see that well without her glasses anymore. Lance, seemingly reading her mind, picked up her glasses and put them on her. The room blurred into focus. She closed her eyes for a few moments, savoring the warmth of the blanket. She felt something wet hit her forehead.
She opened her eyes. Lance was wiping away a few tears. "Why are you crying?" She asked, sitting up. "Am I hurting you?" She moved to get off of Lance's legs, but he pulled her into a tight hug, then released her as if she had shocked him.
"Sorry, I know you don't like hugs, but-" Lance was cut off by Pidge hugging him. He wrapped his lanky arms around her. "I was worried about you." He said into her hair.
"Hunk, come here." Pidge hissed out of her door. Hunk 'snuck' into her room, meaning he acted sneaky but made it totally obvious. "Tell me what happened."
Hunk looked like he wanted to run. He sighed and hung his head, then sat down on her bed. "So, how far do you remember?"
"Getting impaled, Allura doing something, then getting carried. That's it." The look in her eyes was scaring Hunk. "I have to know what happened."
Hunk swallowed. "Well… Allura had done some of her Altean magic stuff to help ease your pain, and we got the lance out. Lance picked you up and carried you to the pods. Coran and Allura got you into one, and most of us went off to get out of our armor and pass out after the battle. I had checked in on Lance a few hours later and he was still in the same spot we had left him in." Hunk paused and studied the small girls face. She looked confused. "He hardly left your side. He probably would've stood there until he collapsed if I hadn't taken him to get his armor off."
Pidge suddenly didn't want to know everything. Had Lance really been that worried? "What did everyone else do?"
"The Castle has been docked on the planet we freed, and we've been helping them rebuild and establishing connections with each government." Hunk said. "Coran has been repairing the Castle, and I've been helping. I know that Keith and Shiro have be helping with the town people, but besides that, I've been cooking a lot, so we have lots of leftovers." Hunk blushed a little. "I got some Earth cooking supplies, like flour and stuff. There's a batch of peanut butter cookies with your name on it." Hunk enticed. "They're actually brown."
Pidge snorted. She walked to the kitchen with Hunk, talking about the tech of this planet.
Pidge stared at the slightly puckered scar right above her belly had caught her off guard when she was changing into her pajamas. She looked at it and placed her hand over it. It was smaller than her palm, but larger than a quarter.
Someone knocked on the door. Pidge tugged her shirt down and opened the door.
Lance was in Red Lion slippers, a t-shirt, and shorts. "Hey, can I come in?"
He seemed sad. Pidge nodded and moved. "Sorry, it's a bit of a wreck." She said, picking up some dirty laundry and throwing into the hamper. "What's up?" She asked.
Lance found a spot on the bed and sat down. "How are you feeling?"
Pidge quirked an eyebrow, thinking about what Hunk had said earlier. "A little tired, still a little cold. Why?"
"I just- I was-" Lance sighed. It wasn't as easy as he'd thought it would be. "When you were in the pod, I was terrified of- of something going wrong. And I just- I'm sorry that I wasn't fast enough or strong enough to protect you." He said, looking at his hands.
"Lance, what are you talking about?" Pidge asked, bewildered.
"It's my fault. I was supposed to be covering you, and I failed. You were in that pod for four days. What if we didn't have magic, Altean haling pods? You'd- you'd be dead, and it would've been my fault."
Pidge stared. "Is this because it was a lance?" She asked, humor hinted in her voice.
"That was just cruel irony!" Lance said looking up. Pidge was surprised to see his eyes red. "We went on that mission to gather information and I was confident I could cover you while you got it. I didn't do my job. There were so many sentries I didn't notice him and then-" Lance broke off and looked down again. "I failed you. And I'm sorry."
Pidge sat down on the bed. "Lance. Hey. Look at me." He looked over. "Do you remember me telling you that I loved you?"
"I thought you were delirious with pain?" Lance asked, barely letting himself hope. Did she really…?
"Nope." She said, popping the p. She watched Lance with fear at the rejection she was inevitably going to get.
Lance laughed right out. Pidge knew this would happen. "You love me back?"
Her head snapped up. "Wait, you like me?"
"Yeah! Why else would I get that worried?" He said, getting serious again. "Pidge, I think that you're really, funny, smart, and way too good for an idiot like me. But- will you be the earth to my water?"
Pidge smiled and hugged him. "Of course." She savored the warmth. "Did Allura help you?"
"Yeah."
I had to end it lightly. I love me some plance.
Okay so ive been writing a lot of plance and i think ive finally watered it. but. theres mroe to come, as well as klance. s8 was a wild ride and im not fucking happy with it.