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DAY 1: ILLOGICAL
Pidge isn't supposed to be interested in boys. She has a mission. Voltron. Not dating.
So why exactly does she find her eyes glued to Lance McClain right now?
"So, our next mission..."
Pidge is supposed to be listening to Allura and Shiro as they jointly detail the mission and provide the mission stats as they go along.
Spoiler: she isn't.
Instead, she's drawn to focusing on Lance sprawled out on his chair, hipbones peeking out from under his shirt, flexed arms, legs that go on for days.
In summary, damn.
"Pidge?"
Pidge jumps, jolting and nearly knocking her glasses off. Lance chuckles good-naturedly, bringing a little redness to her cheeks.
"Sorry?"
"We need the stats," Allura says, looking just a tad bit annoyed. Pidge obliges, sighing and listing off whatever was appearing on her computer program.
"Seventy two dobashes..."
Pidge needs to stop looking at Lance. It's simply illogical.
~~~
Lance hasn't been looking at girls so often. He and Pidge have both noticed this. He hasn't even been smiling so much at those pretty alien girls and boys.
What changed?
Lance compulsively follows Pidge everywhere. Why? He doesn't know.
Stares at her, can't help but make lovey-dovey eyes at her LITERALLY ALL THE TIME. How the hell he finds Pidge attractive while she's lying down on him, drooling on his shoulder having fallen asleep while working, he doesn't know.
She's adorable? Cute? Pretty? Attractive as hell?
Lance doesn't know how, when, why he's gone from that superficial beauty he's always lusted after, to the familiar, kind of beauty that Pidge emanates.
Hiding behind a male disguise doesn't deter him at all, frankly.
He loves a hell lot of her, different and unrecognisable to the 'love' he felt for Allura. It's so different that it scares Lance. A lot.
It's so...illogical.
Suddenly, Lance wakes up to a reality where Pidge is leaping on his back, screaming and running away from a wild Hunk, also laughing and screaming. Lance nearly caves, unprepared, but forces himself back up on two feet with a Pigeon hanging on his back.
"Pidge, what the hell??"
"Just run!"
As they run, Lance tries not to think about how nice it feels, holding on to Pidge's arms, having her legs clutch on his torso.
...well shit.
He tries not to look so much at her bright, blushing, glowing face as she grins and laughs as Hunk is left in the dust, Pidge and Lance left in the end of the corridor.
"That was great," she laughs out, nearly choking. She leans herself on Lance, who is more than happy to help her out.
"Okay, okay, I'm just going to go now," Hunk laughs, shaking his head and lumbering off.
Pidge sighs, also shaking her head as if disappointed, her smile saying otherwise.
"Lance?"
She looks at him tenderly.
Lance's heart stops for a moment.
"Y-yea?"
"Can you carry me back there? I'm really lazy."
Lance's arms are hurting by the time he puts Pidge down from a bridal style carry, but it's worth it.
~~~
Isn't she supposed to like a smart one? Unconsciously, she's been drawn to the 'smarter' people: the people who eat, drink and breathe learning. But maybe that was the wrong criteria for being smart, per se?
But now?
She's watching Lance fucking beat her at Galra Vs Alteans 4 with the most intelligently plotted, clever moves she's ever seen. Who the hell thinks of that kind of combo?!
Crap, it's kind of hot, watching him stick out his tongue between his teeth while staring with laser focus at the screen.
Maybe she's not that terrible.
He's just extremely distracting.
"Busted!" he yells happily, thrusting up the controller. Pidge only gapes.
How did she lose?
Lance makes everything so illogical.
~~~
It's a few months, or a year later maybe, Pidge isn't sure, when Lance talks to her about something. Something close to the heart.
Walked together to their destination, closer than friends would walk. The rest of Voltron definitely hadn't started writing fanfiction. Of course not.
They're older, if only a little, a little more mature and a little more grown up.
They love each other, even if they don't say it. That much is clear. It's in the looks, the touches, the longing eyes.
The rest of the team had always echoed how illogical it was for them not to tell each other.
It was all so clear.
Lance has actually changed, and Pidge for once doesn't know why. She used to he so logical, akin to the brain of a robot. What happened?
They're sitting at the perfect spot in the Castle. A flat expanse of comfortable grass, a meadow, looking up at the stars above. All alone.
"Pidge, have you ever thought of how messed up our situation is?" he echoes one day. Pidge, her head resting in Lance's lap and her eyes looking into at his, shrugs.
"I don't really want to think about it."
"But-but what if we could go home? Leave the fight? Just-just be kids, teenagers in a normal world."
They can't have that, not while there's a fight to be fought. It makes no sense.
"I'd love it, but you know we can't. But-but since when have we ever been normal?"
Lance is leaning down closer now. Pidge smiles.
Wordlessly, Pidge pushes herself up, Lance leans down, tilts her head gently. Kisses her. Kisses in the dark of a lonely, Earthly meadow, like they're at home. Home.
Lance has never known happiness like this. Pidge hasn't felt such satisfaction for a long time.
"Hey, Pidge?" Lance mumbles in between lazy, sleepy kisses. She nods her head, rolling a little closer to him.
"Yeah?"
Lance grins, cheekily nuzzling her nose, making her laugh and press another kiss to his lips.
"Guess we did the logical thing for once."
"You still make no sense."
Pidge flops on Lance, enjoying the closeness of the moment.
"That's why you love me!"
He's not wrong.
~~~
They've never made sense. They both know it.
She looked for the smart one.
He looked for the beautiful one.
It's so illogical, isn't it?