Warning: Violence (training) and Cursing
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-Nobody POV-
"Um... Ah, I forgot." Corran mumbled to himself. Keith looked over at the ginger Altean.
"What? What is it?" Keith looked at Lance's body, STILL not in a pod. Keith's eyebrows furrowed together.
"I haven't seemed to have recalled seeing a suit for the pods... But his armor shall do. It wouldn't make such a difference. He has a head injury, not a severe wound but even if he did, the armor and pod suit makes no difference." Corran explained, shoving the limp body into the pod and let him float there.
"Um, okay? How long will he be in there for?" Keith asks, noticing no one else is there. Corran rubs his mustache and looks at a panel.
"Maybe for only a quintent!" Corran soon leaves the room too. Keith looks at the damaged Lance. Oh, how he wishes the boy wouldn't cause so much trouble to himself.
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-Keith POV-
"How's he doin'" Shiro walks in, looking at the poor boy's state.
"Good, he'll be out in a day, or well, that's what Corran said." I shrug. Staring at Lance's armor, I see scratches, dark dirt spots, and dents. What did Lance do?
"Well, you should get some sleep, the Team will come here in the morning for Lance, we'll start training in the morning also," Shiro speaks, I look over at him and nod, leaving the room as well as Shiro. I start walking to my room, no one to bother me, wow, that's a first. I walk by my door, the door sliding open for itself. The room felt empty for some reason as if something was missing. I put my jacket up on a hook, I watched it as it swayed back and forth till it stopped. I walked over to my bed, taking off my shoes and sliding something comfortable on. I lay down, facing the plain wall, oh how I wish Lance was here. I closed my sleepy eyes and tried getting sleep.
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Time Skip: Morning
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Everyone huddled around Lance's pod as Corran explains to wait.
"Just a few more ticks!" Corran smiles. I look at the pod door. Suddenly it opens and Lance falls out, I catch him in my arms as he dazed for a moment.
"Hey, sleepyhead." I laugh. He looks up at me and frowns slightly.
"Mullet." Lance weakly smiles. Lance gets up from my arms and dusts himself off slightly.
"Well, Lance is already ready for training this morning, suit up!" Shiro says walking out of the room, as well as everyone else.
"Awe, I was gonna bake cookies." Hunk pouts, Shiro slightly chuckles.
"It's morning, Hunk!" Shiro says in the background. Lance starts walking in that direction as well, heading for the training room since he's already prepared.
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-Nobody POV-
The Team was altogether in a circle, standing of course. Their heads tilting slightly for what they're doing today.
"Okay, we're going to practice on swords today, as well as shooting. I will put each one of you in a group since it's an odd number there will be 3 people in a group. Me and Lance will be in one group, Pidge, Hunk, and Keith will be in a second group. Got it? Okay!" Shiro clasped his hands together. "Let's get started! I and Lance will go first!" Shiro and Lance walk to the middle of the field of the training deck. Lance gets his Bayard out and turns it into a sword. Shiro's robotic hand glows purple, showing he's ready.
"Okay, Lance, play it nice." Shiro states. Keith looks over at the two suspiciously. Lance takes first shot, throwing a perfect stance at Shiro, making him having to block it, Shiro lifts his hand and tries hitting Lance. Lance leans to the left, barely dodging a right-hand swing. Lance turns his blue weapon and pushes Shiro's glowing hand away from him and towards Shiro. The two struggle for a few ticks for dominance. Shiro suddenly pushes the sword away, making Lance stumble back and Shiro turns his hand and puts the side of his hand on the sword as if wrestling it. Lance struggles under Shiro, the sword's blade closer to his neck. Shiro straddled Lance's stomach, knees touching the floor, as Lance had his knees behind Shiro's back and feet flat on the floor. Shiro leaned closer as the sword got closer to Lance. Keith glances over at the fight, forgetting about it and his eyes widen at the scene. Keith growls as anger boils up in him at the sight of Shiro on Lance. Keith watched as the sword neared Lance's chest and neck. Lance made a quick exhale than a struggling noise, Lance kneed Shiro's back, Shiro arched his back, the concentration was gone, and Lance pushed him off and stood up, holding the sword close to Shiro's throat. Keith chuckled at the sight.
"WOOOO! GO LANCE" Hunk screamed as well as Pidge. Lance helped Shiro up, soon a wave of tiredness waved over him and he almost fell, but Shiro caught him, holding the sides of Lance's chest. Lance looks up at him dazed. Keith furrowed his brows as Shiro holds Lance.
"Whoa, be careful, we have more training to do, but take a break while it's Keith, Hunk, and Pidge's turn." Shiro helped Lance up and Lance went by a bench to take a seat.
"Good luck, Keith," Lance says as he passes by. Keith nods as a thanks and starts heading to the arena along with Pidge and Hunk.
"And... GO!" Keith attacked first, hitting Hunk's Bayard out of his hand with his sword and swipes at Pidge's feet which makes her fall over.
"And stop." Shiro sighs. He then laughs as Pidge tries getting up with the help of his yellow friend. "Alright, guess it's you and me again, Lance." Lance nods at Shiro and gets up, cracking his back in an unnatural way.
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-Keith POV-
Lance gets out his Bayard again and turns it into a sword and walks over to Shiro.
Fuck, he's so hot.
Wait, SHIT NO GAY THOUGHTS.
Lance spreads his legs slightly and squats a little and holds his sword like a baseball bat, while Shiro did sorta the same but had the side of his hand facing Lance.
"Go!" Pidge yells. Shiro got the first hit this time, he smacked his hand on the sword, Lance stumbles slightly but then regains balance. After Lance gets his balance Shiro throws another swing at him, Lance rolls over to the left and gets up. Shiro turns and a swing again, Lance slides under Shiro and kicks his back, making Shiro fall to the floor and Lance winner.
"Yeah, Lance!" Hunk laughs.
"Heh, thanks, Hunk!" Lance helps Shiro up.
"Well, that was good! I guess we can start you off with a level 4 training. Level 4 training sequence!" Shiro yells, running out of the way, leaving Lance surprised. Lance's Bayard turns back into a gun, shooting the gladiators quickly.
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"Level 18 training sequence." The robot lady thing said. Man, Lance can keep up a fight. Lance drips in sweat, he holds his Bayard, slightly shaking, and stands to wait for the gladiators. He starts shooting, knocking the gladiators out quickly. A gladiator comes up behind him, he changes his gun to a sword and tries to block it, but the force of the gladiator knocks him over.
"End Training sequence." Shiro runs over to him and...
GRABS HIM BY THE WAIST TO HELP HIM UP.
I growl and cross my arms as I watch Lance look slightly uncomfortable as Shiro helps him up more.
Get away from MY Lance!
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Made this one slightly longer, this is really just fighting and all, but it's good enough for me, hope you enjoy it. :)
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