Langst One-Shots

Langst One - Invisible

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Lance yelled in pain as Haggar blasted him with some sort of magic. He felt tingly, but nothing more.

"Was that your attempt to bring down Voltron?" Lance growled. Haggar only smiled at him, a twisted smile that gave away so much, yet so little.

"You'll see." She grinned. Lance shot her in the arm and ran, hearing ghr voices of his friends on the comms.

"Where's blue?!" Keith shouted.

"I have visual on the blue lion." Pidge said.

"I wasn't gone that long, guys." Lance assured them. "I got the location of the base."

"Allura, hurry!" Pidge ignored him.

"Quick, let's go." Shiro said, and aa muffled explosion came across the comms. Lance reached out for blue, but found nothing. Odd.

"Guys, you aren't going to leave me here, are you?" Lance joked, running towards Allura and Pidge. Neither of them even turned around.

"Allura, go. I'll hold them off." Pidge said, drawing her Bayard. She took down drone after drone as Allura ran towards the blue lion.

"Hey, that's my lion!" Lance yelped. He grabbed Pidge's arm - or tried to. At the point his hand would come in contact with her arm, he fell through. A wave of nausea rushed over him.

"Guys, we finally have the blue lion!" Allura said happily. "Now we can form Voltron." Lance took a few quick, shaky breaths. What did Haggar do?!

He hopped into the green lion with Pidge, unsure what else he could do. When they got back to the castle, he tried in vain to grab everyone's attention. He could only interact with the doors in the castle, including the door in his room.

Lance wondered the castle for many long days. Everything ran so smoothly without him. Missions were faster​. Tensions were lower. Everyone seemed to get along much better. It took him less than a week to accept that he was no longer a part of Team Voltron.

Still though, he went on missions and listened to conversations. Every time he attempted to make a joke or comment in a moment where he forgot his predicament, he would realize his mistake and break down slowly. The most memorable of these events was when he was with Keith in the red Lion. Keith said something about his broken leg, and how he'd fix it at the castle. Lance made an unheard pun about the cast-le. Most days ended with Lance crying himself to sleep next to one of his oblivious teammates. They would go to bed later than he did, as they had actual responsibilities. Lance had nothing.

And every time that Lance thought he was wrong, the team would prove his thoughts by getting better. By the end of the first week they worked like a well oiled machine. Once a seventh wheel, always a seventh wheel. Except now, he wasn't even connected. He was the useless piece of the machine that had been ripped away, left on the floor. He did nothing for the well-being of the universe. He knew it.

He still tried, though. He talked to everyone. Nobody listened. He moved people's stuff. Nobody noticed. He even tried to talk to his lion, but blue ignored him. If anyone on the ship could have remembered him, it would've been blue.

But Allura was a better pilot than he had ever been. She had a natural connection with the blue lion, one that Lance could only dream of. Maybe that was why he had lost his connection with blue. He just wasn't good enough.

Lance woke up in the control room to the smell of food goo, something with smelled amazing to his empty stomach. He couldn't eat, so he didn't. He wasn't starving, but he was hungry. He was going to stay where he was, and was already drifting back into unconscious, when he heard yelling from the dining room.

He got up and walked towards the room, the sound of yelling becoming louder the closer he got. Inside, Pidge was yelling at everyone. Food goo was smeared everywhere, several plates were broken on the floor, and Keith was midway through flipping the table. Shiro's face was bright red. Hunk was throwing shade like there was no tomorrow, and even Coran was in the fight, rambling incoherently​ in Altean. Lance caught "quiznak" fly by several times per second.

"You only think about yourself!" Pidge started yelling, food goo in her hair. Her sheer volume shut the rest of them up. Tears were streaming down her face. "You people and your hero complexes! You've all forgotten that we're fucking kids! You parade around like you're so noble, so brave. But anyone remember when Keith and Allura just fucking ran away? Like that would help anyone! We almost died, and all you guys said was sorry." Pidge threw her glasses on the ground.

"If you had actually been on time and not halfway across the Galaxy, we could have formed Voltron sooner. The Taujeerans almost died and it was your fucking fault!"

"We couldn't have formed Voltron." Keith said hotly.

"Well, we did!" Pidge said. She stopped. It was dead silent. "How did we?"

"You're the one that said it. We didn't even have the blue lion!" Keith yelled. "Don't act so goddamn innocent when you aren't even getting your facts right."

"No, we did form Voltron. We lifted that ship off the planet, right?" Hunk said. "No way that four little lions could have done that."

"But we must have. We didn't have the blue lion until we knew Zarkon was tracking the black lion." Keith countered.

"Before that though, we had the whole wormhole incident, right? I distinctly remember being on that mermaid planet. We defeated the Baku Gardens thing with ice. From the blue lion!"

"Well, then who..." Keith trailed off.

"Lance." Hunk said suddenly.

Lance felt something go through him like a wave of electricity. It was hot and then cold, then heavy. He felt all of the eyes in the room on him suddenly.

"You- you're...!" Pidge gasped. Her head hurt suddenly as she remembered all the lame jokes Lance had told her in the past two months, all the times he was there and she didn't see, all the times he cried himself to sleep next to her. All around the table, everyone else suffered from similar memory-induced headaches.

Lance walked forward silently, putting a hand on Hunk's shoulder. He gasped audibly as his hand rested on Hunk's arm instead of falling through. Lance was so shocked and relieved and terrified that he fell to the floor curling up in a ball. Everyone crowded around him as he sobbed, holding Hunk's hand.

"How did we forget Lance for two whole months?" Keith asked, horrified. Watching his crush cry on the floor made him feel bad, but there wasn't even a word to describe how Keith felt knowing that he caused that pain and despair.

"It's real... I'm real..." Lance stuttered through sobs.

Keith bent down and pulled Lance into a hug. "We'll never forget you again."