Lost in Space -Klance AU-

3.

This story starts with two teenagers. One who is conceited, and the other who is paranoid.

Though Lance had been excited for the mission, he had to admit, he had his doubts. Especially with Keith as his backup. 

Sure, he had seen Keith with his bayard, and sure he had to admit Keith didn't look like he would ever miss a swing, but there was always a chance.

He would have been much more comfortable if Shiro was there with them, and from what he could tell, Keith felt the same.

Keith had ended up taking the lead in front of Lance, who did not complain. He held his Marmora blade close to him, bayard in other hand.

Lance had always liked Keith's Marmora blade, even before he found out it could be activated even further.

Keith had always seemed to have such a... history with it. Lance had never been able to tell if it was a good history, or a bad one, though. He had seen it occasionally in Keith's room, but he always wondered why Keith never used it.

That is, until he told the entire team he was half galra.

Then it had started making a lot of sense to him. 

Sure, Lance had never really liked the galra, but he'd never blame Keith that he was galran. That wasn't his fault.

Plus, Lance didn't like him for other reasons, so him being half galran didn't really make a difference.

Lance is in the middle of making an awkward joke to break the silence when Keith holds out an arm, and Lance bumps into it.

"What the quiznak dude-"

"Shut up." Keith hisses, and Lance snaps his jaws shut.

In a blink, there's a bright blue light coming at the pair in the tight tunnel. It lights up the entire hall, and they both stare at it.

Shiro shouts in Lance's ear, but he can't comprehend it.

A loud bang follows the light, slightly delayed.

"GET OUT OF THERE!" Shiro's words finally click together in Lance's mind, but by the time he registers, the light is already on them.

Before he knows it, Lance feels a force shove him down onto the ground, where the light isn't.

Lance curls in on himself, activating his shield. He hears a yell of agony, and hopes it was some sort of malfunction in his brain.

And then, the light is gone down the hallway. Like it was never there at all.

Lance deactivates his shield, and looks around. His eyes are still getting to the sudden shift in lighting, when he hears a pain-filled groan next to him.

Keith.

He fumbles for his flashlight button in his arm, and activates it.

There lies Keith, curled in a ball, with a burn mark across his cheek.

"Keith!" Lance crawls toward him, shaking him.

Keith rolls out of his ball shape, and looks up at Lance, blinking. 

"Are you okay? What even happened?" Lance asks.

"It was some sort of energy... maybe it was security or something." Keith suggests. 

Lance nods his agreement. "If it had been set off, I'm sure there'd be a whole bunch of galrans on our butts, so I think we're fine."

"Yeah."