Taking Flight | Pidge x (Female)Reader [OLD]

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Pidge stretched her arms, trying to take the sleep away from her body. Rea was at the foot of her bed, still snoring softly. Pidge carefully peels the blankets away from her and slips on her green lion slippers. Before heading to breakfast, Pidge took a long, sideways glance at some of the belongings that she'd taken from [Y/n]'s room. There was the satchel she loved so much, the grappling hook she made for her brother but kept, and the jacket they'd first found her in. Everything still smelled faintly of her. Pidge had to force herself to look away and head down the the dining area.

Hunk and Lance were already in the kitchen. Hunk was trying to bake what looked like cookies, and Lance was striking up conversation. Pidge didn't need to ask where everyone else was.

"Morning, Pidge", Hunk said quickly as he pulled out a tray of blue cookies.

"Morning", she grunted back, sitting at one of the many stools. Lance wrapped an arms around her shoulder.

"How you feeling?", he asked sincerely. Pidge bit her bottom lip.

"Okay", she half-lied. She had been getting better, but there's still this empty feeling she always has.

"Hey, guys, is it just me, or are these cookies, like, see-through?", Hunk asked, holding a cookie up to his eye and looking at the pair.

"Are those even cookies or replacements for my glasses lens?", Pidge asked sarcastically. Lance sniggered and took one of the cookies from the tray. He turned it in his fingers and slowly(and hesitantly) bit into his. There was a loud crunch, and Lance's face contorted into an unreadable emotion. He instantly spat out the crunched cookie, and dived for the water. He was blubbering several syllables until it was it's own unreadable language.

"No good, huh?", Hunk deadpanned.

"No good? Those things are horrible! They're like glass or something", Lance hissed and continued to guzzle down water. "Not to mention they taste like extremely burnt popcorn!"

"Ew", Pidge said, scrunching her nose up and glaring at the glass cookies. Pidge noticed that Rea was now padding into the room. "Hey Rea, you want to try a cookie?"

"Pidge, that's animal abuse!"

"What if she likes burnt popcorn?", Pidge barked back. Lance grumbled something under his breath and continued to sip on his water. Rea had already leaped up with the help of her little wings so she was sitting on the countertop. Pidge took a cookie from the tray and offered it to Rea, who sniffed it. She then bit it, and didn't stop. The Garrison trio looked on in a mixture of amazement, shock and horror as Rea chowed down onto the glass cookie faster than you can even tell her "Stop". When Rea had finished, she had already made a dash for the other cookies and started to eat those, too. Pidge had to pry her away with the compromise of one more. Pidge held her like a kid with her stuffed toy, holding the cookie with one hand with Rea in her arm. Pidge smirked up to Lance, who was still gaping in shock.

"You were saying?", she asked smugly.

"Dumb cats and wanting to prove me wrong..."

"Sure..."

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Matt stumbled down the vent, going back to the cell. When he dropped down to the ground, there was another loud explosion.

"Please, stay safe, [Y/n]...", Matt mumbled quietly. When he peeked his head out of the bars, one of the walls of the prison busted open, revealing several people in masks. He was going to be prepared to fight, but instead, they busted open the bars and helped him out. His mind was swimming with questions as well as stress.

"Come on, we'll get you to one of the escape ships! The white lion is giving us a distraction!", the alien leading a small group of prisoners shouted.

'[Y/n]', Matt instantly thought. 'I hope she's doing okay.'

Matt was loaded onto the ship. As it departed, Matt caught a glimpse of the White Lion busting outside of the Galran ship. It seemed to be going down when-

"It's gone!", one of the prisoners shouted.

"It disappeared!", another shouted. Matt stood in disbelief. Did [Y/n] do that? Was it blasted? Did it just... go? It seemed impossible, yet it was gone.

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[Y/n] walked aimlessly in the dark, gingerly holding her hurting shoulder. It wasn't dislocated, but something was definitely wrong. She scanned the floor for anything to tie around and put pressure on to stop the intense aching. She silently thanked the gods for this one act of mercy as she entered some kind of blocked entrance with several long-leafed ground plants sprouted from the floor. She plucked the leaf from the ground and tied it around her shoulder in a tight double-knot. She rolled her shoulder, only to be jolted with a sharp pain when it reached the highest point.

'Okay, no heavy lifting or raising this arm', she thought bitterly. She went to the rock-piled doorway and began to use her good arm to push and roll them away. She sometimes had to turn on her back to push the bigger ones on the floor away. There was just enough room for her to squeeze past, but [Y/n] wasn't taking any chances at this point. She nudged the rocks all around, making sure that they were sturdy enough to go past. Sometimes, if she were lucky, she would push one back and that would just open it up that little bit more.   

When the crack was clear, she began to squeeze past. It was excruciatingly painful for her shoulder, but she just gritted her teeth and squeezed past. When she was free, her first instinct was to run back to White. Her feet went on auto pilot towards her lion, only to see her eyes glowing with life. 

"White, you're okay!", she joyfully screamed, jumping up to hug the tip of her muzzle, only to hiss in pain from her shoulder. "Okay, let's get out of here."