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Pidge was surprise when she first found out about it. In fact, she was surprised that she was the first one to notice! Lance was dating two of the most possessive men she’s ever seen so something like this is something they would have noticed sooner than the later. But, getting back to the point at hand, Pidge had found something very disturbing of Lance.
“Hey Pidge! Are you alright? You look a little pale.” Lance spoke, his voice filled with worry as he looked over his smaller friend. Pidge, was silent as she looked over her entire work space before feeling the small nervous break down in her mind.
“Hey Lance, can you do me a favor? I’m working on something really sensitive so I need you to just sit... right in front of me... and not move.” Pidge spoke slow as she looked at the other. Lance frowned, before shrugging it off thinking Pidge probably acting weird because she stayed up late again. So with some grace Lance sat right in front of the other in order to talk. Pidge gave a sigh of relief as she saw Lance sit in front of her where it was an open space and nothing could possib-...
CLANG! BOING! SMASH!
“OW! My face!” Lance cried, holding onto the side of his face and looking over towards the wrench that smashed into it. Pidge felt her hairs split as she looked at Lance before looking over all the towards Hunk who was doing something with the vents. Which is on the other side of the BALLROOM SIZE ROOM they were in.
“Oh shoot! I’m sorry Lance! One of my tools fell from my pocket!” Hunk cried, rushing over to Lance who winced as he touched his face. A bruise already forming on his face and blooming like flowers in the spring time. Pidge felt herself sweat as she saw the amount of tools that were on Hunk’s person before standing up. She made the stopping motion and was about to tell Hunk to stop when one of the tools that Hunk had fell out of his pocket bounced off the metal floor and smashed right into Lance’s toe.
“OW! OW!” Lance cried, holding his foot and hissing in pain.
“HUNK! FREEZE!” Pidge shouted, making the big man stop in mid step looking at Pidge in shock. The small green paladin rushed over to Lance pulling off his shoe and already seeing his toe swell with bruises.
“Are you fucking kidding me!” Pidge shouted.
“PIDGE LANGUAGE!”
“What’s going on in here?”
Pidge whipped her head around to see Shiro and Keith rushing in to see what the commotion was about. Once they saw Lance on the floor though with bruises all over his face and toe do they sprint over to the small group. Pidge watched as Shiro cradled Lance in his arms while Keith smoothed over his face in hopes of soothing the skin that swelled.
“What happened?!” Keith asked, though it sounded more like a demand.
“Sorry, my tools fell out of my bag and bounced off the metal and hit Lance!” Hunk spoke, misery in his voice as he looked over at his best buddy can’t believing that his traitorous tools would cause his friend any harm. Pidge felt like pulling out her hair as soon as they took Lance away sitting on the floor where her computer and tablets were scattered around her.
“This is impossible! I can’t... HUNK DO YOU NOT EVEN SEE!” Pidge hissed, making Hunk looked over towards her with concern.
“Notice what?” Hunk asked, getting Pidge to scream causing Hunk to jump out of his skin.
“It’s Lance! Haven’t you notice that his luck is the most cluster fuck of bad fucking luck!” Pidge shouted, getting Hunk to tsk her at her language before he stood still. The wheels in his head were turning before going into overdrive. The larger male sat down in front of Pidge looking at his tools before looking over at the distance that one of them bounced.
“Hang on a sec!” Hunk called, rushing over towards the area he was working on. Pidge watched the other grab the tools that had fallen before rushing to his site. He looked around before dropping the tools hearing the small clatter they make. But, none of them seemed to jump even remotely the distance the tools bounced when Lance was hit. Hunk frowned, looking at the tools in his hands as he went back to Pidge sitting down with a loud ‘thud’.
“Like! I always knew Lance was a little clumsy, but this is ridiculous! How can one person have so many bad things happen to them and survive!” Pidge asked, her glasses tilting a bit as she spoke with Hunk. Hunk nodded, remembering all the failed excursuses for the flight simulator and all the times Lance seemed to fall and smash into something that wasn’t even remotely close at the time. Hunk always placed on how clumsy Lance seemed to be, but... thinking on it now....
“Oh god.... LANCE IS HIS OWN MAGNET FOR BAD LUCK! PIDGE! Can we find four leaf clovers and good luck amulets in space?!” Hunk cried, making Pidge think. While the girl didn’t show it as much as she should, she did care about Lance.
The Blue Paladin had wiggled his way into Pidge’s heart and always did things that helped her calm or made her happy. Like the times where Lance would bring her tea because he didn’t like how stressed she looked or when he would just listen to her speak about her family. There was even a time where Lance camped out at her lab with tons of food and warm blankets with her when she was having her period and her emotions were getting the best of her. Pidge could even say that Lance was like a brother to her and she was protective of him as she was protective of all her teammates.
So finding out that the Paladin’s natural magnet for bad luck was highly worrisome. Especially when it seemed that no one seemed to notice it! “Then again Lance doesn’t seemed to be bothered by it.” Pidge thought, wondering if the other thought it was just something ordinary that happened.
“Should we tell Shiro and Keith?” Hunk asked, making Pidge think.
“Let’s see if they can figure it out. For now, we need a plan to... I don’t know make Lance less lucky? Quiznak that sounds so stupid!” Pidge cried, placing a hand on her chin as she thought of ways for Lance to stay somewhat safe. Hunk nodded, and the two began to plan their ways to help Lance while the other was currently being treated by two frantic boyfriends.