“Think Shiro’ll make us run even if we’re like… two minutes late?” Lance wondered aloud, desperately trying to soothe their building panic.
“He made Slav run stairs yesterday for missing the starting whistle by thirty seconds,” Hunk told him.
“So that’s a no ?” Lance asked for clarification.
Hunk shivered, shaking his head frantically. “I never saw Slav come back.”
“What?”
“I think he’s still running stairs.”
Lance pursed his lips into a thin line, a thoughtful expression slipping onto his face. “I think that’s just cause Shiro hates Slav.”
“That’s what he wants us to think.”
Lance had to admit that Hunk had a point. The entire team knew how much their keeper hated the defender, with such a burning passion that Lance wouldn’t be
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“You’re excused.”
“That’s complete and utter bullshit ,” Lance interjected, turning to his friend in protest. “How could you throw me under the bus like this? I thought we were friends!”
“Look, man, what can I say?” Hunk shrugged helplessly. “These last few days running lines with you have been really great. We ran, I threw up, you cried. These are moments I’m going to treasure forever. But I think it’s time we go our separate ways.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!”
“I’m breaking up with you,” Hunk said cheerily as he stepped into the locker room, waving at Lance merrily as he went. “Don’t cry too hard now.”
Lance pouted, sticking his bottom lip out, and crossed his arms against his chest. “That shouldn’t be fair. He was late too.”
“Because of you,” Shiro smirked.
“It was a team effort,” Lance corrected .
Shiro sighed and dropped his head, chin resting against his chest with eyes closed in exasperation at Lance’s antics. Lance couldn’t exactly blame him; Coach Iverson called him the “Garrison’s Headache” for a reason. He had a reputation to live up to.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Shiro took a moment to gather his thoughts before placing a hand on Lance’s shoulder. Lance wasn’t too sure if it was for Shiro to steady himself or reassure Lance. Either way, the comfortable weight of his captain anchored his frenzied nerves
"I don't want to leave," she says in a quiet voice. His chest rises slowly, lowering as he shushes her. Her resolve weakens as she finally realizes. They never had a thing. They've been friends forever, he was telling her lies the entire time to keep her from meeting a depressed death.
“Look, I just think it’s best if we just go our separate ways.” Next there was total silence as I heard him breathing through the phone. As I waited for his response, he suddenly hung up. I know I should be worried, but I’m not. All I’m worried about is seeing Jay.
“You sound like you were expecting to have me killed,” Chandler the Fair muttered in a sarcastic tone.
“I don’t see this getting any better,” I stated blankly. I watched as the words pierced through her eyes and into her heart. I knew exactly what it had meant to say that, and so did she. I had basically said “There’s no chance i’ll stay together with you, and now we are over.”
"...i’ve been showing up to this all wrong, or perhaps, just way too long… in hopes of re-igniting a brief memory or fueling a future fantasy…but in the here-and-now, this 'trying to be friends thing' just ain’t gonna fly and I must now activate a radical act of self-love, amputate what's left and simply say good-bye…"
“I am so sorry,” a stream of red carried my apology to him. “I didn’t know that you would….” I trembled. “That we would…” Our memories shattered against the stretch of diminishing breath. “You need to go. You’re running out of time.”
"And yes, my team was killed by Jiroa. We weren't the only ones he attacked... but--"
“Why are you acting so hateful towards me? I thought…we. Well, I never imagined I’d see you again.” Her voice cracked and she had to stop and swallow.
“We need to home.” I said with a sad face and kissed Alec on the cheek as a goodbye.
"I kinda let it go, but I know I played pretty well. He wanted to kinda get other guys in I could see. So I just went with the flow and took what I got when I was out there."
“So you’re leaving?” Her announcement causes my chest to constrict. Don’t leave me. Please don’t abandon me. Stay! “Okay, well….”
“I see now that you do not miss seeing me the same as I miss you,” he said, a tinge of hurt in his
“You’re the one who hurt Isaac and Claire.” Sabra mumbled. “Why would you fire a rocket launcher not trying to kill anyone? Do you really believe we’re idiots.”
"Please, we rarely deal with him," Sierra commented with a glare a tear in the ground opening up. "We deal with Seth."
“I don't mean to be rude,” he said, “But if you're going to kill me could you please get on with it?” They looked at him surprised.