Klance Oneshots

Return

A sequence of events that could have occurred after Keith's return from the Blade of Marmora

Lance sat on his bed, thinking to himself. Keith had come back. Keith had come back. He remembered when Keith had first left. That aching he had felt in his chest. First Keith had only left for little bits, for singular missions. But then he would be gone for longer and longer, and the missions got more and more dangerous, until one day he came and told them. He told them he wasn't coming back this time.

Lance had given him a hug with everyone else. He had wondered why this was hurting him so much.

He had spent a few days distracted, trying to figure out what he was feeling, and then he had hit the answer. He had stopped in his tracks on his way to breakfast on morning.

He had loved Keith, and not in the friend way. He had really loved Keith. And he hadn't told Keith; he hadn't even told himself. He hadn't even noticed. But when he did notice, Keith was already gone, and Lance didn't think he was coming back. He had tried to move on. He might have been close.

But now Keith was back, and all the emotions he had pushed down and away were resurfacing.

He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. The thought of actually opening up to Keith now was terrifying. But what was more terrifying was the thought that Keith might leave again, without knowing that Lance cared about him.

He knew that Keith probably didn't reciprocate, but if he was ever going to move on he figured he needed closure. And there was always that corner of his mind that dared to hope.

He got up, his hair messy, wearing jeans and his cargo jacket, and started down the hall toward Keith's room. Well, it was Keiths old room; he figured Keith had gone back to it.

He was gonna do this. He was gonna walk up to that door, knock, and then tell Keith exactly what he felt. And then he would either be able to move on, or (he thought the less likely) would maybe start a relationship, or something along this lines.

He realized about two doors away from Keith's that though he had only experienced, maybe four months, away from Keith, Keith had been away for two years. And he might not be quite the same and Lance remembered. He was certainly taller.

He stopped. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Maybe he didn't need closure, maybe he could just walk away and not look back. Maybe Keith was different, and maybe pouring his heart out to Keith would do more damage than good.

But his heart ached to be near Keith, and he knew it would be even harder than before to move on without some kind of resolution now that Keith was back. So he stood there in the hall, trying to make himself decide which direction to move.

"You going to my room, or just standing there?" A familiar voice said behind him. Keith's voice hadn't changed. Lance turned. Keith had changed out of his Blade of Marmora suit, and into black jeans and a black t-shirt. Lance almost smiled. Keith had always liked to wear black.

"Oh, I was-" he made a split second decision,"-I need to talk to you."

Keith raised an eyebrow. "Ok."

Keith opened his room door and stepped out of the way. Lance walked in. He could feel his hands shaking, but they were hidden deep in the pockets of his jacket.

"What did you need to talk about?" Keith asked, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

Lance froze. He could do this.

"Umm- ahh- I'm glad your back." Lance said, trying desperately to think of how to phrase this. But Keith started talking.

"Me too," He said, "I didn't realize just how much I missed all of this until I got back."

"What did you do in the two years?" Lance asked. He knew he was kind of stalling, but he also wanted to know.

"I rode on a space whale with my mom, I found a secret population of Alteans, got a dog," Keith said, "and I missed all of you. A lot."

Lance smiled.

"Where's the dog?" He asked.

"Around," Keith said, smiling back, "he's probably teleporting around the Castle right now."

"There is an actual thing I wanted to talk to you about though." Lance said, digging his hands deeper into his pockets.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, umm, so it's only been four months for us, and I- well while you were gone I realized- umm," Quiznak, this was hard. "I realized I may or may not have been in love with you. And- and I may or may not still be in love with you. Leaning strongly toward may on both counts."

He had done it. Now all that was left was to survive the reaction. But Keith only tilted his head to the side and smiled slightly.

"Really?"

Lance wondered if he was being made fun of. He wondered if Keith saw him as childish and immature now that Keith had grown a bit.

"Yeah- umm- yeah." He said. Keith sat there for a second, and Lance shifted quietly.

"Well that's news," Keith was full on smiling now, "you always acted like you didn't like me."

"Yeah, I know, I didn't realize it myself until you were- you were gone."

"Hmmm... I've loved you, well I guess since that one time when we first started this, and you shot Sendak, and then I came over and you said we made a good team." Lance felt his eyes go wide, but Keith wasn't finished.

"But then you said you didn't remember, and I could tell you still wanted to be rivals and stuff, so I waited. But there never really was a time where I could be sure that you felt the same, and I was scared of getting hurt. So I never did anything, and when I left it hurt so much. So much. But I knew that I needed to do it. And it paid off, I found out about the Alteans." Keith finished quietly.

"I know it's been two years for you, and I totally understand if you've moved on." Lance whispered.

"You know," Keith said, standing up and walking toward Lance, "I've never really been that good at moving on."

"Yeah?" A grin was growing on Lance's face. Keith reached him, and wrapped an arm around Lance's waist, resting his hand on his back.

"Yeah." Keith whispered. And he lowered his lips onto Lance's. Lance's hands found their way out of his pockets and into Keith's hair.

They both knew that they had a lot of catching up to do, but right then Keith's mullet, which Lance had always made fun of, was surprisingly soft. And their lips fit together surprisingly well.

A/N: that's a wrap!!! Hope you enjoyed (hope you didn't find it to bad)!!