Mission

Shiro peered down the empty hallways of the ship. His dark colored eyes searching for any sudden movements. His weapon in his hand, ready for battle.

"Shiro, pst, Shiro!" Pidge whispered 'subtly.'

"Pidge, what's going on?" Shiro asked, walking next to the short Paladin with heavy alert.

"Allura said that there's someone down there." She said, motioning to Shiro'd left. "But she can't tell if it's two Paladins or the enemy." Pidge added, her eyes seemingly focused on the space she had pointed to.

"Should we advance now?" Pidge then questioned. Shiro swallowed, and nodded.

"Yeah. Two of us, its at least an even fight." Shiro answered quietly, the two slowly advancing towards Shiro's left.

They met eyes for a split second, before swinging into the danger.

Weapon in hand, Shiro aimed it at the newbies.

"Prepare to di– oh, hey Lance. Keith." Pidge answered, looking at the two.

Keith was blushing brightly, Lance's arm around his waist, almost dipping him downwards.

"H-Hey Pidge." Lance stammered, Keith's slender hands on his chest, practically tugging him downwards with his body.

"Keith." Shiro paused, "Lance." He stated, "Y-Yeah?" The two said in sync. Both then chuckling nervously.

"What are those bodies doing there?" Pidge asked, breaking the slight awkward tension forming.

Then, a laser was shot.

Gasping, Keith miraculously did a back bend with the help of Lance, their knees pressed together as Keith got helped up. (Lance yanked him up.)

"Weapons down!" The enemy demanded, shooting another laser.

Lance yelled, being hit in the leg as Keith was to the floor.

"Lance!" All three of his teammates exclaimed, Pidge on the wall, and Shiro aiming.

Keith's heart pounded visiously as he watched Lance fall to the ground helplessly.

"I'm–" he let out a hiss of pain, "good!"

Keith let out a small breath before unleashing his own weapon.

Soon after, the group ending the battle.

"You have the information?" Shiro asked as Pidge silently downloaded all the data she could find to her computer. "Mhm." She mused.

Shiro smirked, eyes glancing at the two boys. Keith was gently helping Lance up. His leg bleeding (and sparking?) as his arm swung around Keith's shoulders.

"Easy does it." Keith whispered as Lance tried to silently hiss in pain. (Keith hearing it the whole time, his heart slowly cracking)

"Paladins, get back to your lions. Mission accomplished." Shiro ordered through the headset, the message really only going towards Hunk.

"Got it." Hunk quickly replied, leaving the four others in silence as they walked back (still alert).

"Lance, how's your leg feeling sweetie– I mean, sharpshooter?" Keith slipped up. Lance, automatically answered. "Fine honey."

Quickly catching his mistake, Lance made a clumsy attempt to fix it. "I mean, um, mullet!" He said.

Chuckling, Keith made up a lie.

"All the blood must be making you loopy. Here, let's get your leg elevated."

And with that, Keith carried Lance bridal style, Lance making no comment as he silently enjoyed Keith's welcoming arms.

"Night sweetie." Keith murmured as Lance's eyelids started to drop.

Giving a pained smile, Lance replied with an equally quiet, "Love you honey."

"So, you guys do the frickle frackle yet? Did you use protection?"

"Shiro!" Keith exclaimed hushedly.

Pidge have a small laugh. "Get to the lions you idiots." She told them, playfully shoving Shiro.

"Who's gonna wake Lance though?" Shiro asked.

"His boyfriend." Was Pidge's only reply.

A/n:
Hiiiiii!!
Byyyeeee!!

- Bridget