So You Think You Have Powers | klance

[or; lance mclain's guide to surviving alternate universes when your mulleted rival tends to go from love interest to sworn enemy and your best friend has no idea and apparently this is a sacred right of passage of your alien bff's ancestors because why would a normal human have that kind of power right?? oh and did i mention you're fighting a ten-thousand year old tyranny?]

"Hunk, old buddy, old pal!" Lance exclaims, his voice betraying his relief. "I think I have a problem."

Hunk is silent. Lance imagines his friend's lips pursing into a not quite frown but not quite frown, like he wants to ask but he already knows the answer. Finally, he sighs. "You forgot to get Keith a present, didn't you?"

(Lance can already see where his thought process is going but that doesn't mean he has to enjoy it.)

"Wait, what? For what?" Lance quickly shakes his head. "Nevermind, you can fill me in later. I have a code red."

"Keith's mad at you and you don't know how to apologize?" Hunk guesses.

"What? No! I meant..." Lance pauses, swiping down on the phone until he stops at the right color. "Red-orange! I meant red-orange!"

"Oh," Hunk says before Lance's words seem to finally register in his head. "Oh, oh! Be there in ten. Want some ice cream, buddy?"

"Yes, please."