Vol...tron? [Klance]

Chapter 7: N

Rushing towards the broken figure, Pidge held out a small stack of papers in her hand.

"What kind of potion was it?" asked Keith as he quickly rubbed away his tears before they could attack to his face.

"I'll tell you once we get to a much . . . safer place . . ." whispered Pidge, darted her eyes all over the room.

Little did they know, Shiro has not finished removing his armor once done training, and had overheard the conversation between the two. His eyes sentenced into a small, evil orbs of those of the Galra or Galra tech. Shiro's frowning lips had turned into a sly smirk as well.

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Entering the Green Lion, away from people, Pidge sat in her chair while Keith leaned against the walls of the machine. The Green Paladin layed out the papers across the control panel, showing them to Keith.

"Okay, so I looked at it, and it looks like Shiro impersonated one of something across the lines of a: Polyjuice Potion." declared Pidge as she adjusted her spectacles.

"A what potion now?" asked Keith, looking at Pidge with a demented look plastered onto his face.

"Harry Potter."

"What's a 'Harry Potter'?"

"Oh wait, you're half alien . . . I guess you wouldn't know what that is . . ."

"Anyway, what's a Polyjuice Potion do?"

"Well, from the books and movies, a Polyjuice Potion can transform someone into someone or something else, but it's very difficult to master and make one without fault or error." explained Pidge.

"Then how would Shiro be able to make one? It's not like he's a wizard or something," retorted Keith.

"I'm not sure, but I do know that from what he used from his potion, and from what everyone keeps claiming over the past few days, looks like Shiro impersonated you and went out with Lance that night." said the young Italian.

"But Shiro would never do that!" exclaimed Keith, holding his arms out.

"Well, what if that's not Shiro?"

Keith's eyes went wide with realization.

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"Lance!" said Shiro.

Keith and Pidge had come back from the Green Lion once the Black Paladin had called over the Cuban boy. Stepping into the room, the coal-haired man sat down on the couch; Pidge walking into the kitchen where Hunk was making dinner.

Keith had daggered eyes towards the Black Paladin as Lance walked over to him.

"What's up, Shiro?" asked Lance, his arms on his hips.

"Say, I think you look rather . . . ravishing today, you know? Do something different with your hair today?" asked Shiro.

"No . . . I mean, I washed it earlier . . ." replied Lance, pushing his fingers through his brown hair.

Keith groaned under his breath out of jealousy.