Voltron One Shots

Talk Me Down

Summary: Keith never expected to see Lance when he got up for a midnight walk. And he never imagined that he would find him with a gun.

A/N: This is a short fic that is kinda based off of the Troye Sivan song Talk Me Down (only a little). I really hope you guys like it!

Trigger warnings: attempted suicide

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When Keith woke up in the middle of the night and decided to go for a walk he never expected to run into Lance. When he first stepped into the observation room, he was confused. Who was sitting in the dark alone?

"Lance?" Keith asked curiously. "What are you doing in here?" he flipped on the lights.

"I just want people to remember me" Lance said flatly. Keith froze in the doorway in shock.

"Lance..." he said numbly.

"That's why I act to loud and outgoing. I want people to remember who I am" Keith barely heard the words that Lance was saying.

All he could do was stare at the gun pointed at Lance's head.

"Wh- what are you doing?" Keith asked softly. He was praying that Lance wasn't doing what he thought he was doing.

"When I was a kid, people never knew my name. I was too shy and quiet, no one ever remembered me. That's why I changed the way I acted. I became... obnoxious" he continued, as if Keith wasn't there. "All I've wanted my whole life was to grow up and be a hero. When I went to the garrison the only thing I wanted was to be like Shiro. So, when we all ended up here, I was ecstatic. I finally had a chance to prove myself"

"Lance, please put the gun down" Keith said quietly. He didn't want to scare Lance. He didn't know what Lance would do. Keith had no idea what to do in this situation.

"I never knew being a hero would be so hard. Do you know how many people we've killed? How many people have died because of us? How many more will suffer before we achieve 'peace.' Whatever that is" Lance lifted the gun to his temple. Keith's heart leapt into his throat. He took a step forward, but then Lance lowered the gun into his lap. He twirled it against his leg.

"Lance, come on" Keith said. "We can talk about this. Do you want me to go get Shiro-?" He offered. He wasn't going to leave that room without the gun though.

"He's not Shiro" Lance said, tilting his head back to look at the stars above him. "At least, he's not the Shiro I remember. He's not the hero that I used to look up to. The hero I idolized. Everyone always says, 'don't meet your heroes' and I guess they were right" Lance fiddled with the trigger of the gun, though it was pointed away from him. Keith's pulse was hammering. He had to do something quick. "I can't do this anymore"

"Lance, I want you to think about this" he said. "Think about what you're doing..."

"I just- I can't do this anymore" Lance repeated. "Sometimes I just want to- to—" he waved the gun at himself wildly.

"But Lance," Keith's throat felt tight with panic. "You are a hero. We've saved so many people. You've saved so many people"

"You know what they say" Lance shrugged. "Die a hero or see yourself become a villain" With that statement he lifted the gun to his head again, propping it underneath his chin. "I'd rather die like this then see myself become like my hero..." Lance's breathing slowed. "Keith, please make sure people remember me" His finger hovered over the trigger and—

"NO!" Keith, who had been inching closer to him the whole time he was talking, lunged forward and tried to wrestle the gun out of Lance's arms.

"Stop!" Lance screamed. "Let me go! Just let me die!" He fought against Keith, trying to keep the gun away from him. Keith managed to knock the gun to the ground, and he pinned Lance to the ground. Lance struggled to get out from underneath him, so Keith wrapped his arms and legs around him.