#old keith

Old Keith and Lance fic!!

They were sitting on a bench by the water. It was a beautiful day, and on days like this they did that. It was peaceful and relaxing. Their poor bodies couldn't handle much anymore, so they simply enjoyed the life around them. There were children running around, people training, birds chirping around... It was nice.

"You know what, I hate this," Keith said grumpily.

"Always the downer, aren't you, Mullet," Lance complained.

"Shut up, Lance. We used to be fighting and all! We were heroes! Now we're what? Freaking bird feeders!" he shouted angrily.

The poor man didn't have the same sharp hearing anymore.

"Bird feeder..." Lance repeated, laughing loudly.

Keit gave him a glare.

"I'm serious, Lance! We were such a good team with the others. We were destroying those useless sentries and kicking Zarkon's ass" Keith said, his voice changing from angry to dreamy.

"Yeah, we were pretty awesome. My grandchildren think I'm not totally sane anymore when I tell them... Yeah, it was the best time of our lives," Lance agreed. "But you know, at least I'm not an annoying grumpy old man like you. I'm just old," Lance teased him.

"I'm not grumpy," Keith complained loudly.

"Yes, you are. Like you've always been," Lance teased him.

"Whatever..."

Lance looked at the water, letting his thoughts wander and the vague memories from his past resurface for a small moment. The war and the making of an era of peace throughout the universe had taken many years of their lives, but it had been a great adventure. Around their thristies, the Paladins were finally allowed to go back to Earth, but they never stayed long, always going on missions and stuff with their cloaked Lions always by their sides.

Lance felt his chest squeeze a little. Yeah, maybe Keith was right, it was sad that they were now in the last miles of their lives. Still, they had lived to the fullest and helped so many people across the universe, they regretted nothing.

Once on Earth, Lance had found love and made children. Keith had continued working with the Blade and trying to find more about his parents and their story. He had found out everything at some point, but Lance couldn't recall the entire story, his memories being a bit clouded sometimes, especially for things that didn't concern him directly.

Lance's chest squeezed again, this time stronger and... painfully.

"K-Keith..." he started with a hand twisting his shirt near his heart, where the pain seemed to originate.

"Lance? Lance, what... Someone! Help!" Keith screamed realizing that Lance was probably in trouble.

They were old, dying at this age was to be expected, but still Keith didn't want Lance to leave him... Lance fell to the ground and Keith went beside him, taking one of his hands as he was screaming for help.

Strangers appeared in Lance's vision. They were blurry, but he could still make out Keith's terribly wrinkled face closs to him. He should really have taken Lance's advise regarding face masks and skin hydration. His eyes never left Keith's as his world was fading away.

In his dying moments, Lance saw his family; young Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Coran, Shiro, Matt and Keith; some of their allies; other friends they had made along the way; his wife and his children, and their children too... They were all smiling and laughing in his memories, that's the way he had always wanted to remember them. Some were still kicking strong, others had left them already...

Now it was Lance's turn to go. He had lived well. He was happy, he was in peace with his life ending now.

Sadly, Keith would have to be a bird feeder alone for a while.