Chapter 10: The Motorcycle

                                    

                                          
Hey everyone! Yes, I'm alive! How's it going? Sorry for not updating on time :'( SOOOO to make it up to you, this chapter is super long. This one is full of fluff, because I think I've tortured y' all enough with the fighting scenes. Oh and this story has how many reads? 400?!?!?! WTF???? I just wanted to thank you amazing people for reading. Hope ya enjoy, and don't forget to vote if you like the monstrosity that is this story.
                          
Lance:
                          
"No." Keith said for the fourth time in five dobashes. 
                          
Pidge rolled her eyes, and poked the red paladin in the stomach. "Come on, Keith. Stop being so stubborn. Shiro is gonna be out of commission for a while and you're the only one who can fly Black while he's gone." The rest of the team stood around him nodding. Sure it sucked that Shiro wasn't going to be around for about a month, but Voltron still had a job to do. Protect the universe. Lance knew this, and he knew Keith knew this as well. 
                          
The Castle of Lions had finally been repaired thanks to the Saccarians, and after the ship had left the planet about four vargas ago, the team had been trying to convince Keith to pilot Black once again until Shiro woke up from his coma. Lance patted Keith on the shoulder before attempting to reason with the guy. "Now Keith, stop being stubborn. I know you and Shiro are close, but you have to take his place for a while." Keith narrowed his eyes at him. "Don't give me that lecture." Putting his hand on top of Lance's, and began to pull it from off of his shoulder.
                          
"Lance is correct, Keith." Allura said. "You'll only have to pilot Black until Shiro is fully healed. You will only be a temporary replacement." Lance winced at those words, though no one noticed from what he saw. That was the same speech Allura had given Lance when he went to Red after leaving Blue. She'd explained about how it may only be temporary, although fast forward a couple of months, and he was still Red's pilot. He knew how Keith felt. 
                          
This time it was Hunk's turn to speak up. "Keith. Please? For Shiro?" 
                          
Lance looked over to the paladin standing next to him. He swore he saw a hint of worry in his eyes before closing them, and shaking his head. "I just don't know." He muttered, squeezing Lance's hand a little, obviously forgetting that he was trying to push it away. Lance's eyes widened a little, his dark skin becoming warmer as he blushed at the contact. He looked down at the floor, hiding his reddening cheeks.
                          
No. I'm not giving up. He thought.
                          
"Keith," Lance said in a soft voice, Keith turning to him in confusion and annoyance. "He needs you to do this. We all do." 
                          
They looked into each other's eyes for a couple of ticks. Lance looked down at Keith's shoulder, where his hand was still placed under Keith's. Keith followed his gaze, and his eyes widened. Both paladins jumped away from each other in one quick motion, finally realizing how long they'd been touching. 
                          
Keith cleared his throat, looking at the floor. "Um. W-well I guess so. I-if you know, you all need me back with Voltron."
                          
The others looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to agree just like that after arguing for almost three vargas. Finally, Coran shrugged and walked and patted Keith on the back. "Well that's settled then!" He said with a smile.
                          
Lance looked at the others, who were now all smiling at the news. Keith was coming back to lead Voltron. Although, Lance was just staring at him confused.
                          
What just happened? Was all he could think.
                          
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