Langst: One Shots!

Lance's Therapy

"So how did you feel this morning?"
"I didn't want to get up or even wake up."
"So basically the same thing as what you told me yesterday?"
Lance nodded. The alien Therapist that the others forced him to go to, scribbled something on its notepad.
"Any thoughts of suicide or self harm?"
Lance hesitated, debating whether he should tell it the truth or to just lie. He decided to go with truth.
"A little."
The therapist rose one eyebrow.
"Oh? Which one then?"
"Self Harm."
Lance replied fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket. Another scribble.
"Why?"
"I guess.... It'd be..... Because..... I feel useless to my team."
More scribbles.
"Why do you feel this way?"
Lance turned his gaze to the floor.
"Well, I don't exactly have any kind of talent...... My teammates constantly scold me for doing something wrong..... My jokes are stupid and lame and they end up getting more 'Shut Ups' than laughs."
Scribble, Scribble, Scribble.
"Oka-"
"And it's pretty obvious I'm replaceable and the Seventh Wheel."
The Therapist looked up at Lance slightly peeved he just interrupted while it was talking.
"So I need to talk to your Team?"
Lance shrugged.
"I dunno. I mean you could try."
The therapist nodded packed up and sent Lance back.
The Therapy wasn't even working for him. It just made him feel self conscious and mad.
So when he got back to the castle, he didn't talk to the others and just went back to his room.
Just months ago he was fine. He could talk to people and joke without worry.
But he always had Keith to confide with if he ever felt this way.
Then Keith left to join the Mamora Blade and Lance didn't have anyone to talk to.
At first it started out small. He wouldn't eat as much or he would spend more time in his room.
But the problems grew as time went on. It got so bad that he would stop functioning at times.
So the others sent him to therapy. Shiro's exact words were, "If you can't function with the team, then you're basically nothing."
Lance couldn't keep those words from echoing through his head.
The others tried to tell Lance the news of how Keith was coming back but he had just ignored them.
So when Keith came back, he was met with tears and blank expressions.
"What happened?" He asked. When he noticed how Lance wasn't there, he put two and two together and dropped his bags.
"No. Please don't tell me, Where's Lance?"
Pidge shook her head and Keith took off, tears beginning to form. Keith reached Lance's door and he knocked. Hoping he would get an insult or a regular "It's open!"
When he got the door open, he looked around an empty room. Filled with the treasured trinkets of memories filling the shelves. Pictures of them all on the walls. Yet no Lance.
The next week was filled with sorrow and disbelief as Lance's body was lowered into the casket. His body, according to Allura, would be preserved so that when they go into the memorial room, they could see Lance.
Keith would visit every night and if he got the chance, he would spend the whole day there.
He never stopped hoping that maybe this was a dream, they all did. They hoped that maybe Lance would come bounding in with his bright grin on his face.
But he never will.
Never again.
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I have decided to reward you with fluff for the next chapter because you endured the suffering of my crappy writing.
Peace ✌