Work Harder #3
Here you go <3
Season Three came out today so I’ve decided to gift you this in celebration <3 Although it won’t be the same as the celebration on Oki… Some of us know how that went <3
Also, I’m listening to Daddy by PSY and I’m having trouble writing this.
and now This boy is a bottom…
Okay, now I’m listening to depressing things. Let’s get started.
ANOTHER A/N THAT I MADE A LONG TIME AFTER
Work Harder has been planned to have at least 7 parts, each with a different theme. There might be more for the purpose of (I just got deja vu writing that) development.
Happy Reading <3
“Begin training level 18,” Lance spoke out. He prepared himself. The gladiator dropped from the ceiling and onto the floor. Lance shot at the robot, dodging as needed. The gladiator hit Lance with the end of his stick causing Lance to fall back.
“End training sequence.”
Lance attempted to get up only to fall back in exhaustion. He placed both hands on the ground was finally able to sit up. It took far too much effort just to stand up. He got in four steps before having to grab onto the wall for support. Everything hurt; his legs felt numb, his arms were bruised and heavy and his chest felt as if a car ran over him.
He limped into his bedroom, stripping down and climbing into the shower so he could wash off the blood and sweat from his body. He fell over twice trying to get the shampoo but luckily didn’t further injure himself.
Once out he dressed in his sleeping gowns that the castle provided and nestled into his bed ready for sleep.
Though he wasn't prepared for the noise.
Alarms blared loudly and Allura could be heard through the microphones.
Lance groaned in both annoyance and pain.
He lifted his legs off the bed. The shower had lessened the pain to the point where he could walk again but there was a slight limp on his right from where the robot hit it with its rod.
He pulled on a white shirt different from his usual attire since he wasn’t able to put last nights clothing into a washing machine. He did, however, keep his jacket to cover the multiple bruises littering his body.
Lance walked into the bridge, everyone staring at him with blank faces.
Lance cocked his head, “What?”
Allura shook her head, “You’re 10 minutes late.” She walked past the others, “Why?”
Lance looked up through his eyelashes, “Last night I was-”
“Nevermind,” she cut him off, “You’re never on time.”
Lance felt his stomach drop.
That was all he wanted to say but he couldn’t get it out.
“I was just-”
“Coran, can you hand me that panel right there?” Allura called out.
Lance looked down. His headache was coming back and his exhaustion didn’t help.
“Lance, let’s go,” Keith spoke out to him. While Lance was staring off into the distance the other paladins had decided to go to the training room.
“Oh, uh yeah.”
“Lance, to your left!” Shiro called out.
Lance dodged and swung his Bayard around to shoot at the robot. Having dead arms, he ended up doing a full circle because he didn’t have the strength to stop himself.
The gladiator’s strike that was meant for the Cuban male ended up hitting Keith in the back. It shoved Keith into Shiro, causing both to fall into Lance.
“Lance, what the actual hell was that shit?” Pidge asked from her spot on the floor.
“Pidge, language,” Shiro groaned.
“I’m sorry. Lance, what the actual heck was that shit?”
Shiro groaned once more in response.
“I’m sorry. My mind isn’t in the right place today. Just a bit distracted,” Lance explained. He climbed out from under the other two.
Hunk frowned, “Did you sleep fine?” He put a hand on Lance’s shoulder, “You seemed pretty spooked last night.”
Lance smiled, “Fine, really! Got a good 8 hours!”
“Maybe you could use those eight hours to train more,” Keith grumbled.
Shiro pushed Keith off of him and stood up. “Lance, are you sure you’re good?”
Lance smiled, “Yeah. Let’s just try again?”
“Start training level 8.”
Lance shook his head to clear out his thoughts. He took a stance.
The gladiator dropped down in front of him. It went straight towards him, ignoring the rest. It was as if it was on some auto lock system.
Lance aimed at the robot, his knee on the ground to keep him steady. He tried to align the robot and the gun but the robot kept jumping into the air. If Lance wasn’t as exhausted he felt he would’ve been able to hit his target.
But then again. He was hurt, tired, and his headache hadn’t gone away.
He pulled the trigger when the gladiator was only a few feet away. It moved out of the way,
hitting Pidge in the stomach.
“End training sequence!” someone shouted. Lance couldn’t see straight. He has shot his team mate.
He hit Pidge.
“I-” Lance tried to say.
“What the hell, Lance?” Keith screamed. He ran over to Pidge who was unconscious.
“Hunk, go get Coran and tell him to get a pod ready!” Shiro ordered.
Lance shook his head.
“Lance, you’re not helping,” he snapped. Shiro kept his hands on Pidge’s neck, making sure that she still had a pulse.
Keith was furious. “You did this on purpose didn’t you?”
Lance stepped back, “What? No! I-”
“I don’t need a half assed excuse!” He screamed.
“But I-” Lance tried desperately to speak.
Shiro shook his head, “Lance, I understand that what Pidge said hurt you but this is too far.”
“It wasn’t that! I’m just-”
“SHUT UP!” Shiro shouted loudly. Lance couldn’t breathe. Keith was frozen in shock.
“Just-” Shiro took a deep breath, “Go away, Lance.”
Lance looked down. He felt Keith glaring into his back as he turned to walk out.