Fear || klance

6

We follow Pidge out of the room.

"Hey Pidge?"

She sighs. "What Lance."

"Are you going to tell Allura about all of this?"

"I don't know, do you think I should?" She asks both of us.

"Yes," Keith says quickly. "She deserves to know the truth."

"Ok." She holds her breath.

We head down to the medical bay. "Why are we in here?" I ask.

"This is where I have to test the blood. The healing pods have all different types of blood, so now we can compare and get results."

I look over at Keith, you could tell he was scared. He was tense and holding his breath.

"Hey it's okay." I put an arm around his shoulders.

"Ya Keith, if you are galra it won't change how I feel towards you." Pidge says tapping the machine. "It's almost done too."

Keith loosens. "Thanks guys, I don't know if the others will be as accepting."

"So what?" I say, my voice tinged with anger. "They don't get to have an opinion about something you can't change."

Keith looks like he is about ready to cry. "Thank you." He chokes and pulls me into a hug.

"Done!" Pidge chirped.

She then pulls up a map of some kind.

"Ok so here are three sets of DNA. So the one on the left is Lances."

"Hey! How did you get that!"

Keith sighs. "The pod silly."

"Ohhh."

"Now Lance if you would let me finish, the one in the middle is Keith's and the one on the right is some galra DNA I found."

"I don't understand." I say dumbfounded.

"Lance compare the middle to the other two." Keith says annoyed.

I look at my DNA, then the galras, then Keith's. The more I look at his I notice how it looks like mine, but it also looks like the galras.

Oh.

"So Keith, you are galra." Pidge states.

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My heart drops. "Thanks Pidge." I say trying not to sound dead inside.

Pidge and Lance look at each other and nod, I raise an eyebrow.

"What are you two up to." I squint my eyes.

Then they both run up to me and hug me, I flinch, making Lance look up at me.

"It's okay Keith." Lance smiled then they both pull away slowly.

"So what are we going to tell the others." I scratch my arm, remembering my hold habit when I was nervous as a kid.

"Are you going to tell them Keith? It wouldn't fit with my hypothesis thing if you didn't." Pidge says looking at me hopefully.