New Fic: What Makes a Team
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Summary: Lance has been feeling a little lonely of late. Allura’s off with Lotor, Shiro’s been keeping busy on his own and Hunk and Pidge are wrapped up in this whole “Team Punk” concept that has them holed up for hours in the lab. So when he’s invited to accompany the two geniuses on a resource gathering mission he couldn’t be happier and plans to make the best of it.
And then everything goes wrong.
They’re trapped, injured, and if blood loss doesn’t get Lance first then suffocation definitely will. They need a plan but Hunk is down for the count and Lance knows he’s no good for coming up with something of that caliber. But his team needs him and he’s got to think of something. Otherwise… this cave is about to become a tomb.
The tunnel was narrow, forcing them to traverse single-file. The air was cooler, almost too cold after the dry desert heat outside, but Pidge appreciated it. She was pretty sure her skin was attempting to freckle even with the huge sunhat Allura had forced upon her and she could feel the beginnings of sunburn despite all of her precautions. Neither Lance nor Hunk seemed to be suffering the same and she stuck her tongue out at Hunk’s broad back in front of her.
They were quiet as they walked, their footfalls echoing, and even those enough to send rivulets of rock dust down some of the walls. Lance was practically stepping on her heels and kept murmuring apologies each time he actually did so.
Pidge finally reached out a hand behind her, no need to follow the scanner closely as they were stuck in the tunnel, and grabbed hold of his.
“Pidge?” his voice was higher than normal even as long fingers wrapped tightly about her own.
“It’s dark back there,” she said quietly. “Don’t want you to get lost.”
He let out a soft snort but didn’t call her on it. “Gracias,” he whispered instead.
Lance’s cheeks were warm, sun and embarrassment but mostly he was touched and clung a little tighter to Pidge’s hand. She was right though on one front. It was dark as all the light was up front with Hunk minus the glow of Pidge’s data tracker, and with the way the tunnel wound and dipped Lance swore he could feel it closing in the deeper they walked.
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