You were too late. {A klance fanfiction}

Chapter 2 - The mission

Lance sat in his room, slamming his palm against his forehead every time he remembered how much of an idiot he was. He couldn't stop picturing Keith, crying and struggling. Keith helped him once, so he should do something in return, right? But he couldn't bring himself to do it. It angered him how he knew what to say but the words just wouldn't come out.

Lance closed his eyes. As he had some free time just after they got back from helping some refugees, he decided to relax.

Soon after he closed his eyes, he felt something. Something deep in his chest, tingly and strange. He suddenly felt light, and cheerful, his cheeks slowly warming up. He was imagining being with Keith, wrapping his slim arms around his muscular body. His entire body felt as if he was lying on nothing. Floating in the air as cold air slithered through his fingertips and tickled the hairs on the back of his neck. The feeling was incredible, as if he no longer felt pain or sadness.

He imagined gently touching Keith's smooth cheek, and caressing his lips with his thumb. His lips were soft and peachy, and shimmered a little - like a glossy rose petal. Lance wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt. He wanted to touch and feel him all over, make everyone know he was his and his only. As his imagination went deeper and deeper, he got warmer and warmer. Until he realised he had a team meeting to go to, and he was already late.

Shit.

He shot awake and began to panic, snatching his jacket and hauling out the door.

Shit shit shit!

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The whole team had come together for a meeting about their next mission - a huge attempt at taking back one third of the Galran Empire. They had the rebel fighters and the blade of marmora to assist them, so Lance was more than confident that this was going to work out. Although, he tried to not get too cocky. After their last attempt at defeating the galra empire, not everything ended as well as they had all thought. But Lance couldn't help the excitement of finally being able to take the advantage in this war.

Shiro went through the plan, step by step. It seemed simple enough, he thought. He just hoped that Keith was okay with the blades. He still had that raging feeling that the blades were putting things into Keith's head and convincing him to do things he shouldn't be doing.

He better not mess this up.

"Okay everyone, let's get to our lions and prepare." Shiro looked back at everyone and smiled. "Let's do this"

Everyone nodded back at our viligant leader, then ran to our lions.

Lance sat in his lion and waited for the orders to launch.

Hmmm...

He tapped his finger on the seat, and hummed to himself, trying to ignore the tension that was suddenly building up within him. He tried to talk to red, asking if she missed Keith aswell. Lance didn't get an answer; and he knew he wasn't going to, but he chose to keep on talking. It hurt. A lot. He hated the feeling of free falling deeper and deeper into the void that widened within himself. It really hurt.

His hands slowly slid off the handles, all his anticipation sliding away with them. He didn't want to fight anymore. Keith had left and it was all his fault. If he'd just stepped down when he had the chance everything would be okay, everyone would be happy.

He looked down at the tears he'd splattered over his thighs, watching them tumble down and onto the chair. He cried so much it hurt. Everything hurt.