Blood's Run Stale (Voltron:LD Fanfic Klance)

Chap 4, Pasta and Spam

A few hours passed before Shiro came into the room. "He'll pull through," he said, sighing tiredly as he collapsed into a recliner. "It may take a day or two for him to wake, during which time I'll stay with him. Hunk, you have point until I'm able to lead again."

"Alright," Hunk said with a nod.

"Lance, take care of the coyote," Shiro said with a small smirk. "I think this guy helped Keith survive this long."

"Yeah okay," Lance sighed dramatically. "You know I'm not a dog person."

"I'm sure you can manage," Shiro said, smirk still in place. "After all, we're descendants of wolves."

"Where's Allura?" Lance suddenly asked as he looked around and noticed their white-haired companion wasn't there.

"She and Shay went on a quick first aids run," Shiro said. "There was a small shack not too far back that had a ton of bandages and medicine. They should be back soon."

"Will they be okay?" Lance frowned, thinking of that Galra that was out there.

"Well, Allura's a beta, and Shay has scent blockers on," Shiro said. "They don't have much of a scent. I think they'll be alright."

"Shiro, come in, over," Allura's voice sounded through the radio they had in the room.

Shiro went over to the talk radio and picked up the comm. "Allura? What's going on, over."

"The shack is empty," Allura's voice crackled. "It seems someone beat us to it."

"Shit," Shiro slammed his metal hand to the table, accidentally breaking off a corner of the wooden surface. Sighing, he spoke, "Just come back. We'll find supplies some other time."

"But doesn't Keith—"

"Let's not worry about it now," Shiro interrupted. "There's only two of you out right now. It's safer if you come back."

"I can go meet them," Hunk offered. "I think I saw a small convenience store on our last run."

"Yeah, I remember it," Lance said with a nod. "I'll go too." He made to stand up, only to get really lightheaded. He swayed on his feet before collapsing back in the chair.

"Stay put," Shiro said to him as he placed a hand on Lance's shoulder. "You're in no condition to go out right now." Shiro went over to their supplies and grabbed an orange. "Eat this and relax." He threw the orange to Lance, who shakily caught it. "Hunk and I will go. I have a list that Coran needs anyway."

"Alright," Lance said, though he frowned. "Just be careful."

"Watch out for Galra," Pidge piped up. "They seem to be really active lately."

"Picking up some chatter?" Shiro asked as he watched her pick up a beat up Galra radio.

"Not quite," Pidge shook her head. "I keep trying to get this to work, but it's being stubborn. I just know from what Lance told me."

Lance nodded. "I've seen quite a few vans out. I think they're looking for omegas."

Shiro paled slightly. "Well, I'm glad you found Keith when you did." He heaved a heavy sigh before running a hand through his whitening hair. "We need to stick together and watch our omegas."

"Right," Hunk agreed easily. "Should one of us stay here?"

"No," Shiro shook his head. "I'm sure Lance and Coran can hold the fort while we're gone."

"Hey, what about me?" Pidge said with a frown.

"You're our secret weapon," Shiro said with a wink. "Just keep working on that radio. It could come in handy."

"Fine," Pidge huffed, crossing her arms.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Shiro walked over and bent down, pressing his forehead against Pidge's. "I promised Matt I'd keep you safe," he whispered barely loud enough for Lance to hear. Lance blinked away his sadness. "That's a promise I intend to keep."

"Shiro," Pidge rested an arm on his bicep. "It wasn't your fault."

"I know," Shiro closed his eyes in pain. "I know, I just can't get past it. The look on his face..."

"We'll find him," Pidge's voice became hard. "I'll get this radio working and we'll figure out where the omegas are being kept."

Shiro took a deep breath, his scent turning from sad to neutral. "Good," he straightened and turned to give Lance a smile. "Look out for Keith while I'm gone. If he wakes, he may recognize you from the Garrison."

"Alright," Lance said. "Be careful out there."

"Will do," Shiro nodded before heading over and grabbing a large sack. He threw it over his shoulder before giving his pack mates a comforting smile. "We should be back in time for dinner. Fix us something amazing."

"We found some pasta and Spam," Hunk said with a smirk. "Maybe you can make something with that."

"Ha ha," Lance said, rolling his eyes. "You know it's impossible to make Spam taste good."

"Well, you're almost as good of a cook as I am," Hunk said with a shrug. "I'm sure you can come up with something."

"Yeah, whatever," Lance scoffed, giving his friend a wink. "I'm sure Pidge and I will come up with something creative."

Hunk's face paled at that, causing Pidge to cackle. "Bet you wish you were staying behind now," she giggled at his affronted look.

"Hunk, let's go," Shiro said, hiding a smile. "The others are waiting for us."

"Yeah, okay," Hunk sighed as he pulled an empty bag over his shoulder. "Take care, you guys."

"You too, Hunk," Lance said with a worried smile.

"Let me know if Keith wakes," Shiro said as he tapped onto the walkie talkie he had in one of his hip bags. "We'll try not to travel out of range."

"Will do," Lance said with a nod. "If you find any ladies magazines, get them for me." He winked as Hunk rolled his eyes.

"See you later," Hunk replied as he and Shiro left the room, heading to the front room to grab their guns.

Lance sighed as he heard the door close. He hated when the pack split up like this. The waiting game was always the worst. He glanced over as Pidge tinkered with the old radio. Well, at least he wasn't alone.