one shots

All Tied Up

Warnings- language 

"Lance?" Pidge sighed. "Please explain to me how this happened."

"I think it's pretty obvious, Pidge," Lance replied, slinging his gun up to rest on his shoulder. "You guys were all walking around trying to get through the base and complete the mission, I was bringing up the rear keeping lookout, I stopped to shoot some Galra fuckers in the face, one Galra fucker got the drop on me and shot my suit, none of you stopped walking while I defended your helpless asses, so I took a wrong turn and became separated from the group and now cannot be located because my suit is broken and all of these hallways look exactly the same."

Pidge sighed long and loud into the comms, as if this was somehow Lance's fault. "There's a good chance I can re-establish the connection with your suit, but it'll take a while, and it probably won't happen until we've completed the mission. Can you avoid getting into trouble until then?"

Lance scoffed. "Of course I can, Pidgey. Don't worry about me, just focus on completing the mission. Everything will be fine."

"Seriously, Lance," Shiro cut in, the edges of his voice tainted with fatherly concern and possibly mistrust. Ridiculous. "Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?"

"This isn't the first time I've been on a solo mission, okay? Don't worry, I've got it."

"But that's the problem," Keith added, even though his opinion was obviously unwanted. "This isn't a solo mission. It's just you, wandering around by yourself on a giant Galra base while we complete the actual mission, trying not to die or fuck anything up. There's a much larger propensity for things to go wrong under those circumstances."

"He's got a point," Hunk spoke up, making Lance scowl. "If you had a goal or something to accomplish, your uncanny ability to blow stuff up and make giant fucking mistakes might go towards helping that, but now, it might just actually kill you or distract us from our jobs or something."

"Guys! Quit! I'm not gonna blow anything up, okay? Trust me on this. I'm literally just gonna walk around the halls and shoot anything that looks even remotely threatening or Galra and wait until we can leave. It'll be fine."

"Please let this be the day you're finally right, Lance," Allura said warily. "It could take us a long time to find you if you're in trouble." At least she actually sounded concerned for his well being, instead of just salty about how many missions he'd messed up in the past. It wasn't his fault he had a short attention span, and that his improvised plans didn't always work. At least he had a plan.

Lance waved off their concern one more time before they returned their focus to the mission and promptly forgot about him. Instead of listening to them yell at each other about "promising hallways" and "red flag red flag danger zones", Lance shut off the comms and wandered the halls in silence, occasionally humming to himself when he forgot about the fact that he was in a Galra base and humming might get him shot or maimed or killed or all three.

The base that they were in today looked exactly like all the other ones they'd infiltrated, except this one was noticeably bigger. They were closer to the center of the empire on this particular trip, and Pidge said this base was a fairly active regional base, so he supposed it made sense. For this being a popular base, though, Lance had run into a worryingly small amount of Galra sentries. He was sure he was being loud and obvious enough for everyone to know he was there, but still, no dice. The hallways were surprisingly empty, and creepily quiet, and if Lance didn't know for a fact that his friends were here somewhere, he would feel completely alone. He'd never felt like that at a Galra base before, and it was so, so strange.

As Lance turned his comms back on to ask if anyone else had a bad feeling about this base, he heard his friends still yelling at each other, but this time it was in more of a "oh shit, the Galra are trying to shoot my balls off" way instead of the "locate the information we need so we can get the fuck off this base" way it had been before. So, maybe the Galra were just busy with them, then.