Fixing Us [Shadam/Adashi Fanfiction] ✳️

Fixing Us

#SEVENTEEN#

Iverson stared at the group as they entered the room. Shiro and Adam's hands were laced together delicately, Pidge was holding onto a small robot, Hunk had a bowl of soup, and Lance was head down. His hands shoved in his pockets.

"Where's–" Iverson paused, his gruff voice continuing once he had remembered Keith's name.

"Where's Keith?" He questioned, everyone slowly glancing at Lance. "Leave him be." He grumbled, cheeks burning red. Hunk threw Lance one last worried glance before speaking up. "We haven't seen him since this morning sir. He disappeared right before I made breakfast." He held up his bowl.

"... You had soup for breakfast?" Iverson questioned hesitantly. Cocking an eyebrow at the large paladin. Hunk gave a pitiful shrug. "It was either that or the tomatoes Keith had balanced on his head." Hunk replied casually, ignoring the odd looks of the people who hasn't played the game prior.

Samuel Holt cleared his throat. "We are here to discuss the plan." He reminded them. Pidge sent a small wave as they sat down. "A goodmorning would have been just as nice." They commented to their father dryly.

"I will agree to our first option." Shiro informed them, watching as Hunk and Pidge hesitantly joined. "If Shiro can do it, I can do it." He heard Hunk mutter to himself. Shiro's lips curled into a smile. "How much?" Lance question, "How many memories are you storing?" He elaborated as he sat down quietly.

"Every last one." Iverson told the Cuban teen. Lance sighed harshly. Shrugging again before flatly answering; "I guess. Not like you'll be disappointed by all my awesome moves." He changed his tone to his normal cheerful manner to throw off Hunk's concern. Smirking and holding his chin up.

The corners of the teams mouths upturned slightly. Secretly relieved that Lance had cracked a joke in the tense atmosphere. "We need Keith to agree." Iverson told them as a frown took up his features. His grouchiness practically radiating off of him.

"We'll get him tomorrow." Lance said, his voice was a little panicked. He nearly sighed in relief when no one noticed, or at least told him off because of it.

Iverson cleared his throat. "We need it now or we'll be too late."

"Too late?"

"Yes. Now where is that–" Lance cut him off. "Don't you say another word. We will ask him tomorrow." Hunk threw Lance a questioning stare. "Like, um, why can't we ask him now?" His cheeks tinged pink as he heard how utterly stupid he sounded to himself.

Lance's eyes softened. "Today's a bad day." He lamely explained. Shiro cocking an eyebrow at the sitting paladin. "A bad day?"

"Krolia didn't come back."

"From?" Adam questioned, confused. Who was Krolia? And why didn't they come back?

"Lance– you don't mean—" Pidge's stammer of denial was cut off by Lance's nod. "I'm letting him cool off. Take a day and go wherever. Do whatever as he just processes... this."

A person sitting at the table spoke; "Uh, excuse me." She shyly said. Adding a small nervous chuckle. "Who exactly is Krolia?" Her brown eyes looked at the paladins with confusion. Dyed hair put up in a bun, sagging down to her back in a messy style.

"His mom." Pidge managed to say to her. Watching as she seemed to dim. Instead of the shy, clumsy thing she was before them. "T-That's so sad." She sniffled, Pidge's eyes widened.

"Oh, crap. Come on." They gently walked over and took them to a bathroom. Shiro watching the two go as he felt his teeth clench together.

"He needs us."

Lance bit his lip. "I don't know." He eased, eyes staring down at his toes. "Keith doesn't deal with grief well. Or at least, not since I've known him. Lance, you find him. We'll catch up once we clear up everything to the others." His prosthetic motioned to the Garrison staff.

Lance gave a weak, but determined, nod.

"M'kay."