Two Sides Of One Coin: 'Seventh Wheel' [Voltron]

{Chapter 6}

Its going to be short, because i kinda wanna end this fic really as i aint into Voltron as much anymore. But hey the main charcter Lance's Birthday is soon on the 28th 🎂

And i'm 17 now, dont have much time to myself to write things anymore. Explains a year later i have update this once more. Maybe two more chapters left? I don't know.
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Lance and Keith settled with each others presence, Shiro only left half an hour ago. To Lance it felt like an entire two planets past. As he felt comfortable with Shiro he is losing that comfort with Keith around.

"Don't mean to be a downer, Lance but in the near future i will end up being the leader with some consequences that i never know is ahead of me." Keith mumbled, fixing his jacket he hasn't worn in a while.

Lance shifted, his shoulder starting to throb in pain," That doesn't bother me anymore.." clenching on his shoulder as he felt his reflection snickered through his breath. "whats borthering me is my pain.." hoping that his fellow teammate didnt hear.

Keith stumbled, scooting the floating stool a little forward to Lance. "I've dealt with Pain too Lance, everyone has for a while..i figured out i was not what i wanted to be but i've learnt to live with it. I even left the team for a while.."

Lance was saddened, knowing thats what messed up the order. And many more future things. Where's the happier times where him and hunk were captured by under water creatures, that no one knew exactly what they were.

"You gotta brace the impact of your inner self, show yourself up by showing your strengths and not so much of your weaknesses thats the point of losing the upper hand, always stay on higher ground, if close in combat make sure you're stable to fight.." Keith explained as he looked at the bleeding soaking through on Lance's shoulder as he spoke but Lance didnt seem to budge at the blood dripping.

Lance noticed the soft look, looked down himself as his shoulder screamed at him with blood. He lifted his hand and patted it slowly, not knowing what to do, he could sense a sharp pain fling through him as to know he was losing the 'higher ground' to his own self.

Whispers flew around the room of the same sentences heard way before, unarmed Lance was Scared and Uncomfortable again. He clenced his head in his hands and held tight as he gritted his teeth demanding himself to stop and telling himself to go away.

Keith rose up, thinking to himself that Lance must of thought he was alone as he watched Lance beat himself up in front of him.

His gloved hand reached for Lance, It was panged away from the weird unforgettable aura. Lance is way too nice to have this type of aura. He snapped back at Lance, "Hey, this is what i just said.. Whatever you do fight against whats going on in that battlefield."

Lance heard Keith's words fifhting through the whispers and the silhouettes of his own reflections, he was right he couldn't be hurt once again. And fought once more.

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Shiro rushed in, grabbing Keith off of Lance, feeling the sadness of Lance and the demands from Keith. He also felt that aura, knowing Lance was really in his own battle fighting.

"I Can't go home.. They don't care.. They won't help.. Voltron is more important.. I'm just a backup.. There's 5 lions not 6.. They don't need extra help.. They don't care.." Lance's words crept through to Shiro and Keith's ears, as Keith lifted up in Shiro's need.

Both of them looking at each other for a split second, until helping Lance.

Lance flung his eyes open, stinging from the clean air and the crying he was just doing, He saw Shiro first, he thought he wasn't going to encounter him again today to be fair, even though he is in pain. Lance could feel another pair of eyes on him, but something bounced through all of that as soon as his own eyes landed on Shiro's dark ones.

He realised how much they dealt with, Shiro with his Arm and the messages he got a while back, and his own insecurities. They were two different stories but shared the same meaning. Pain.

His eyes fluttered, being to realise he wasn't just staring at Shiro from all the pain they shared. But that bounce he felt come through all of the pain, like it was a weapon of some sort. To help him win this final fight with himself.

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Shiro stirred up, helping Keith to his feet asking if he was okay, a slight responce of a nod as Keith gave one final look at Lance and left to get more aid.

A metal cold arm lamded on Lance's head, "That's no good, you were alright earlier before i left, now you're boiling.. I sensed. Keith is helping by getting more bandages and heat packs. Don't worry Lance, We can beat this together.

Lance's heart skipped, he knew that bounce through his pain. It wasnt more pain. His eyes landed on Shiro's lips, why was he thinking this? This is his leader, his teammate.. His hero.. His..

His medicine, his final healing to make this all go away was shiro so what was he.. Lance thought quietly as Shiro was still waited for a responce.

His friend?--

'Oh stop it you're in love, Sharpshooter'. Lance quickly gasped. Covering his mouth hoping that was his thoughts.

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Yeah thats all you get lmao, i aint much into the fandom anymore so i lost intrest into writing this but its a method of relaxing and not stressing about anything. Unless i have upset anyone.

So sorry for the long update. My Kuros all around. For sticking with this.