KLANCE!!! one-shots

Phobia, Part 2

Warnings of cursing, angst, fluff

Athazagoraphobia: fear of being forgotten 

Nyctophobia: Fear of the dark

Keith's POV

"OK Keith, just take it easy," one of the Lance's said.

"I said shut up," I commanded, pushing my Bayard forward towards that Lance's back.

They both look the same. The Lance on the left had the tares in his black suit from the handcuffs, but the Lance on the right had only small scuff marks on the white parts of the armor.

"How do I know that you're the real Lance?" I asked the Lance on the right, which was the Lance who I had put my Bayrd against.

"I-I can prove it to you. J-Just ask me anything, ok?"

I hummed in response. I moved my Bayard to the Lance on the left and asked him the same question.

"Come on, Keith, you know me. We can't keep this up we have to g-," he started.

"I asked you a question, now answer it." I pushed my Bayard to it touched his back and he stiffened.

Similar reaction to what the real Lance would do, I told myself.

I made them turn back around and faced me. I kept my sword drawn and held it up to them.

"The real Lance is a Paladin of Voltron. One who would sacrifice themselves over anyone else. A Paladin holds their head high in the face of danger, and will do whatever it takes to prove their worth," I stabbed the sword into the ground, "One of you is a Paladin of Voltron. One of you is the Lance that we all know and love. Prove to us, prove to ME, here and now that you're my Lance."

I felt my face heat up when I said it. I knew I said it and there was no going back after that.

I stared at the Lances and saw that it went right over their heads. Of course, they wouldn't hear it.

I stepped back away from my bayard and watched as neither one of the Lance's moved. I glared that them with as much confidence as I could, "If you are a paladin of Voltron, then pick up that bayard and prove it."

The Lance on the left took a step forward while the Lance on the right hung his head low. The Lance on the left took the bayard in his hand and pulled it up from the ground. It shifted its form into its original shape.

"See, I told you that I'm the real one," Lance said.

"Good to know who you really are."

I took one step towards the Lance with my Bayard and punched him in the jaw. He went down fast and didn't get back up.

I walked forward towards the Lance on the right. He leaned back and kept his head low. I turned back and grabbed my Bayard from "Lance's" hand and made it to the Lance on the wall.

I looked up at him and grabbed his hand. He flinched and bowed his head lower. I brought my Bayard to his hand and gave it to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" the Lance behind me yelled, holding his jaw.

The Bayard in the other Lance's hand began to shift to Lance's gun. I smiled up a Lance and whispered, "I knew it was you."

He lifted his head slightly and he smirked at me. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck. He hugged me back around the waist and whispered back, "I thought you didn't."

"Now," I started, pulling away from Lance's embrace, "Who the hell are you?"

The other "Lance" stiffened and stood up. The torches began to brighten. What looked like moss and ivy began to fill the room. The torches flickered like electric lights and they went out for a brief moment before turning on again.