Langst One-Shots

Langst Twenty-Five - I Promise

Dear Lance McClain,

It's all my fault. It's all my fault and it's always been my fault and there's not one goddamn thing I can do to get you back - but I'm not going to give up. I promise.

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Dear Lance McClain,

Please come back. Please... I miss you. The others miss you. They feel horrible now that you're gone. Why did you let them take you? Where did you go?

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Dear Lance McClain,

It's so hard to be mad at you, but it's hard to forgive you as well. I can't just smile and tell myself your actions were justified, but I can't bring myself to say that you were wrong in any way. In all honesty, I just want you back. If you were here, I'd have no trouble forgiving you for any of this.

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Dear Lance McClain,

Hunk had a mental breakdown today. I'd never seen him cry before.

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Dear Lance McClain,

Are you ever coming back?

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Dear Lance McClain,

I'll wait for you, you know. I'll always wait for you.

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Dear Lance McClain,

I saw you today. I thought I was wrong, that maybe it was someone else. It was definitely you, though. You looked terrified.

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Dear Lance McClain,

Whenever I ask if anyone's made progress on finding you, they all give me this sad look. It made me realize something - they all think you're dead. But I know better.

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Dear Lance McClain,

I showed Shiro the screencaps from my helmet video feed today. He almost started crying when he saw you. I did, too.

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Dear Lance McClain,

We're coming to find you.

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Dear Lance McClain,

You seemed so terrified when you saw me. You looked like you didn't remember me, even. What did he do to you?

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Dear Lance McClain,

You've been in the healing pod for almost two days now. Only three more hours to go...

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Dear Lance McClain,

I don't know what to say. I don't know if I can say anything at all. You came out of the pod and looked terrified when you saw us. You kept muttering about simulations... What did he do to you?

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Dear Lance McClain,

You keep giving me this weird look. I don't know what it means, if it means anything. Maybe you're still suffering from the effects of whatever torture you were subjected to. I'm going to make sure you get better, I am.

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Dear Lance McClain,

You seem to trust me a little better now. You asked me some odd questions, but when I answered them, you seemed content. I want you to get better - I want you to remember me, to remember us.

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Dear Lance McClain,

You seem to be getting better, I think. Everyone else is so much happier now that you're back. You should have seen it. We all need you, Lance, so much more than you can imagine.

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Dear Lance McClain,

You got thrown to the ground by a training bot pretty hard today. You seemed shaken, but surprisingly okay. I'm just glad you're coming back to us.

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Dear Lance McClain,

I noticed something today. You answered three of my questions with the same response in similar tones. I think you just needed more sleep, but you seemed fine otherwise. Maybe I just need more sleep.

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Dear Lance McClain,

You were getting better, but now you're getting worse. I'm worried for you - you keep repeating yourself word for word and you don't seem to register anything we say until a good minute after we say it. I wish I knew what was happening.

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Dear Lance McClain,

Lotor is a sick bastard who deserves to die a million times in a row for what he did to you.

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Dear Lance McClain,

I don't know exactly when everything happened, but you're dead. You were gone long before we saved "you", long before I saw "you", long before we mourned for you. You probably died within a few days of being captured. I had hope then, we all did.

I fucking miss you.

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Dear Lance McClain,

The only good thing that's come out of this is that the Lance Bot can access the galra databases to send back information it collects about us. We're sending fake information while downloading as much as we can. Then we're going to throw it out an airlock.

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Dear Lance McClain,

I found it. I don't know how you snuck it into their database, and I don't care. You're a sneaky son of a bitch, you know that?

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Dear Keith Kogane,

I love you. I miss you. I don't have much time, but I want you to know that I have always loved you and I always will. Take care of blue for me, okay? Please, let her take care of you because we both know I'm not going to make it out of here. I know I won't see your response, but... Promise that you'll do this for me?

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Dear Lance,

I promise.

Hope you liked! Part two of Masks will be out sometime before Tuesday. After Tuesday, I will update once a week (sometimes more if you're lucky) because of school. This has been one of the best summers of my life because of all the amazing people I've met here on Wattpad and I can't wait to keep writing for you guys, even if it is slower than it has been.