Keith One Shots

~Haggar's Magic Pt. 2/2~

So if you're here when this is made you probably wont remember the chapter so you might wanna go back and reread it. I kinda forgot I said I'd write a part two until I saw someone asking for it. My apologies. Here ya go!

Third P.O.V

"Why do you have to act so high and mighty all the time!?"

It wasn't anything unusual, the fact that Keith and Lance were currently arguing. In fact, it happened almost every dinner time. Lance would insult Keith in some sort of way, and Keith would answer back. From then on, everything would go downhill. Names would be called, pasts would be mentioned and people would get hurt. Normally, the two would eventually get tired and stop arguing, or one would retreat to their room. Occasionally, things would escalate.

Unfortunately, this just happened to be one of those occasions.

"I don't act all high and mighty! You just insult me for no reason!" Keith yelled back, clenching his fists against the table. Screw what Shiro said about 'not reacting' and 'leaving Lance alone'. Lance always insulted him, and Keith didn't appreciate it.

"Not my fault you always give me dirty looks now, is it, drop out!" Lance looked just as angry. He'd stood up from his seat quite a while ago, perhaps to look more intimidating. Keith wasn't falling for it.

"I don't give you dirty looks, Lance. All I do is sit and eat my food, just like everyone else." Keith retorted, grinding his teeth. He felt strange, for some reason. Lance's words didn't normally make him this mad. He should probably back down before he gets himself into big trouble.

"Well maybe it's just your freaky galra genes messing around with you then. You've always been weird." Lance said, getting a warning from Shiro. He must've figured he'd crossed the line after Shiro's look, as his arms unfolded themselves for a moment. Keith wouldn't take that for an answer, though. There was no way Lance was getting away with saying that. He stood up and made his way over to the Blue Paladin, hoping to make himself seem more tough.

"I am not weird. You're the one who picks fights all the time because you're jealous of me." Keith yelled. Before he could react two hands were on his chest and he was pushed back.

"I am not jealous of you!" Lance shouted, glaring at Keith with fire in his eyes.

Ironic.

Keith really shouldn't have reacted. Lance had barely pushed him, just enough for his left leg to steady himself behind him. It hadn't even hurt. He could've just glared a Lance, spat out a clever insult, and left to go train.

But he didn't.

Instead, he clenched his teeth, stepped forward, and pushed Lance back about the same amount Lance had pushed him.

Except something was different.

Purple beams of light shot out of Keith's hands, making Lance shriek in agony as he was electrocuted. Keith attempted to pull his hands away, but they were stuck. He noticed his entire body was glowing purple, just like the other day in the training room.

But this wasn't a robot he was attacking.

After about five seconds, the bright purple light dimmed, and Lance was pushed backwards at high speed. His back hit the wall, letting out a crack that didn't sound healthy. Lance's body slumped down, but he remained just barely conscious.

It took a good few seconds for everyone to react.

"O-Oh my god... Lance I am so sorry.." Keith began, making his way over to Lance. He tried not to react to the holes in Lance's shirt. He tried not to react to the two burns in the shape of hand marks on his chest. "H-Here let me help. I can-"