The Spork Fic-----A Klance Smut

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The next morning Lance decided to ask Pidge about the spork shortage, and if she could help find one for him. 

She sat in the dining hall tampering with some robotic technology which Lance had no knowledge of. 

"Yo, Pidge. I need a favor."  Lance said, he leaned on the table looking across the table at the girl. 

"What, I'm busy." She said, not averting her eyes from her current task. 

"I need a spork." 

"You need a spork?" She looked up at him with a confused yet unimpressed expression. "Why the hell do you need a spork?" 

"It's very important, Pidge." Lance said. 

"Why the quiznak do you need a spork Lance?" Pidge questioned what the hell was up with Lance. 

"Food that needs a spork." Lance explained, taking his hands off the table and crossing his arms. "Like, I don't know-food." 

"Name your price." She sighed, hoping Lance would leave her alone so she could get back to work. 

"Um, I'll give you thirty bucks and half a pack of gum." He said, attempting to get the money and gum out of his pocket. He set the offering on the table. 

"What's the gum?" She asked, sliding it forwards. 

"I don't know...fuckin' strawberry-" He started. 

"Deal. I fuckin' love that shit." She slid the offerings closer and proceeded to hide them in her pocket. 

"Where's the spork then?" Lance stared her down. He really needed this spork. 

"Hol' up." She got up from the table and left the room. Was it to get the spork, or something else, or just to hide the money. Lance was curious as to what she was working on, so circled around to the opposite side of the table and inspected the technology. 

"I have no idea what the hell this is." Lance muttered, pressing a blinking red recording. It make an ear bleeding screeching noise and Lance frantically pressed the button more in a desperate attempt to make it stop. Pidge returned with a sheet of paper which was folded into a small square. 

"What did you do?" She glared at him with an unimpressed expression. 

"I pressed the thing and it did this." He explained. "Gimme." He snatched the paper from her hand and unfolded it. It looked like a map. 

"It's a map of the last known location of a spork." She explained, managing to get the beeping noise to stop. 

"Why do you even have this?" He asked. 

"They're good makeshift screwdrivers." 

"What kind of screwdrivers have you been using." Lance muttered. "Whatever, thanks." And Lance left the room and headed to his lions hangar to start the journey for the spork.  He didn't know w here anyone else was, nor did he care, his only mission was to find a spork. But, when he entered his lions hangar he had a sneaking suspension that someone else was in there with him. There was the sound of light footsteps. 

"Who's there?" Lance asked, approaching his lion. The footsteps continued. He tucked the map in his sweater pocket. "Allura? Shiro? Hunk-" And he came face to face with the intruder when he turned a corner. "Oh, Keith." He looked disheveled and confused, with the look that he just woke up. 

"Why am I in here?" He asked. 

"Dude, why are you in here?" Lance replied. 

"I don't know, I woke up here." He explained to Lance. 

"Just,  leave. I have to do something."  Lance explained, getting into his lion. 

"What would you be doing?" Keith started. 

"Nothing of your importance, Keith!" He said quickly. Keith sighed and left. How he ended up in there, he has yet to find out. In the hallway he came across Shiro. 

"Oh, you're awake." He greeted Keith. Keith looked up at Shiro with a deadpan expression. 

"Why was I in there?" he gestured behind him to the hangar. 

"No reason, no reason." He grinned. 

"Shiro." 

"Okay, gotta go, bye!" And he turned around and speed walked the opposite direction. 

"What the actual fuck." Keith muttered before following him down the hallway. 

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"Here? Is it here? Sure, it's here." Lance said to himself, landing his lion on a planet not too far away from the castle. He got out of his lion, and hoped to god he could get a few sporks without getting shot. There was a single sketchy shed which was marked on the map. "Let's hope this is it." He knocked on the rotting wooden door. "Um, hello-" The door opened to reveal someone that looked like a cult member crossed with a drug dealer. 

"Whadda ya want? How did you find this place?" The creature scowled. 

"Sporks." Lance said, hoping that he wouldn't get slaughtered and have his body sold on the black-market.  "Uh, Pidge sent me..." 

"Ah, yes thy Pigeon." The creature said. Did Pidge establish herself as like a god or something? How did she even find this place?  Lance thought. The creature turned back into the shack and returned with a large crate. "Thy sporks. Now go." It handed Lance the crate and the door was slammed in his face. 

"Okay...That just happened." Lance said, making his way back to his lion. He put the sporks in and he flew back off to the castle.  

Now Keith will defiantly be his.