Together we are strong?

December 14, 3064

He colored deep space, a soft yellow.

Lance awoke to his lovely girlfriend, gently shaking him awake.

"Sharpshooter, if you do not get the fuck up," Pidge cooed, clearly not amused at the cite in front of them.

"Shut up, gremlin," Lance muttered, nuzzling more into there chest.

"You're lucky I fucking love you," Pidge mused, a smile appearing on there face.

A rare site from Katie Holt. Lance looked up at them, his eyes glistening ever so slightly. Lance slowly sat up, coming to eye level with Pidge.

"I love you, you dork," He said, gently kissing there nose.

"Love you too," Pidge wrapped their arms around his neck, there eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips.

"Want something, sweetheart?" Lance asked, blinking softly.

"Don't make me ask," Pidge pleaded, moving Lance closer to her.

"I won't," Lance connected their lips, letting them find a gentle, smooth rhythm, soft moans, and squeaks coming from Pidge.

Pidge pulled away, huffing softly," I hate you."

"Sure you do," Lance kissed their nose, again, before sitting up.

Lance sat back on his thighs, resting his palms against them. Pidge rolled to their side, putting their headphones back on, ignoring her boyfriend.

Lance sighed and reached over the armrest, grabbing his phone. Nothing. Really?! Fuck, we're screwed.

Pidge flipped onto her back, her feet making their way up Lance's thighs. Lance shivered, not from Pidge's slight touch, but from the sudden coldness of the car.

"Baby, are you cold?" Lance rubbed his arms, shivering again.

"Hm?" Pidge pulled off her headphones, looking at the ceiling.

"Are you cold?" Lance repeated, rubbing his arms.

"A little," she said, pushing her hands further into the sweatshirt.

"Katie was all this snow here before?" Lance asked, looking out the window.

"What do you-holly shit, no it wasn't," Pidge shot up, placing her hands against the glass.

The snow was at least four inches high. Pidge turned to her boyfriend, a scared look on her face. She shivered and bit her lip, she was not gonna cry in front of her boyfriend, not now.

Lance hummed quietly, opening his arms for his girl. Pidge took the invitation and climbed into her boyfriend's lap. Katie wrapped her legs around her boyfriend's torso, taking in some of his warmth.

Of course, they had snowstorms at home but nothing like this. It was just her and her boyfriend. Alone. With no food or water.

"Stop worrying, we're gonna be fine," Lance cooed, rubbing Pidges back.

That was complete bullshit, he had no idea what was gonna happen. Lance didn't know anything. He was useless. Useless.

The two were snapped out of there thoughts as Lances' phone rang. Lance picked it up, immediately recognizing the voice.

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Keith looked behind them as the car came to a stop. Where was Lances truck? They were just behind them, right?

"Shiro, have you heard anything from Lance?" Keith asked, picking up his phone, looking for new notifications.

"I don't know, check my phone," Shiro said lightly, keeping his eyes on the road, looking for a place to pull over.

Keith reached for Shiro's phone, seeing the messages and calls.

Lance:

Guys, we're lost.

40 minutes ago

Lance:

We aren't behind you

35 minutes ago

Lance:

Text me when you can

32 minutes ago

"Fuck," Keith cussed, as they turned into a parking lot.

They were at a small Deny's. It wasn't opened at the moment, it was most likely because of the storm. Keiths worry was growing second by second.

Shiro tried to reassure him, but it didn't work. Keith cussed and swatted Shiro away, calling Lance.

"Lance? Where the fuck are you?" Keith asked, impatiently bouncing his leg.

"We lost you, we're in some random person's driveway," Lance replied, rubbing Pidge's back, trying to calm her.

"Okay, I'll send our location, can you get out of where you are?" Keith calmed down a bit, trying to think logically.

"We've got a couple inches of snow here, so maybe," Lance knew his truck had 4-wheel drive but, he didn't know if he could drive the roads like this.

"Alright, I just sent our location," Keith sighed, resting his arm on the small armrest.

"Okay, we'll hopefully see you soon," Lance hung up, cradling the small girl in his arms. "You okay?"

Pidge shook there head. They were scared. Wait, no. Petrified. Of course, There boyfriend was handsome for sure, but he wasn't particularly smart. Was he really gonna get them out of this mess?

"We need to go," Pidge exclaimed, sure they had worked as a defender of the galaxy but, that didn't mean they couldn't have fears.

"I'm gonna need you to let me go first," Lance smiled down at the human is his arms.

Pidge released her boyfriend, letting him slip back into the front seat. Lance pulled up Shiro's location to drive. He pulled out and calmly listened to the GPS.

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July 22, 3064

Pidge was sitting in her room. In the castle of lions, with Lance at her side. They were painting a portrait of Lance. Since they had limited resources, it didn't come out exactly how they wanted.

The light and dark browns swirled together, his hair flowed softly, almost moving in the small painting. Pidge made steady strokes with there alcohol paint markers, before reaching for more paint. In their mind, the colors weren't coming together. They were tempted to throw it away and try again.

"Pigeon, that's amazing," Lance commented, his head resting on their shoulder. "How do you even do that? It's beautiful."

"You're just saying that because it's you," Pidge chuckled, dabbing more white into his hairline.

It was a simple portrait. Lance's face was angled to the side while slightly tilted down. It looked like he was looking toward something or someone. He had a plain blue shirt that rested gently against his shoulders, with his signature green and black jacket.

Lance sported a soft smile. The type of smile that only happens in a great while. Sure, Pidge hadn't seen it a whole lot but, that smile was embedded in their memory.

Pidge held up her watch," It must be five a clock somewhere. Come on, let's go eat."