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Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room  …

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… where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.

Keith rubbed his sore neck and considered whether or not it was worth putting in his usual two hours on the training deck. He’d only just got out of the healing pod that morning, and then spent the rest of the day sleeping in a very uncomfortable position on his bed.

Really, if he missed out on one day of training would it be so … And his obsessive nature reared its ugly head and roared at him no, stop, go because if you slip up, you will feel guilty for days, I’ll make sure of it. 

So he stopped lingering outside and walked in, already mentally picking out which program he wanted to — except a program was already running. One of his custom programs — he could tell, because of the fortified positions the gladiators were taking. He tensed, but unless he was introduced as a combatant, the robot gladiators would not attack him.

Unlike Lance. Lance, who was sliding into cover, and then emerging to fire three precise shots, and taking down exactly three robots.

Keith stood off to the side, watching with amazement as Lance took on an incredibly difficult combat scenario Keith had designed. It forced him to use ranged weapons, since he couldn’t always rely on close-combat (though he usually ended up rushing the last few gladiators, taking them out with his sword and shield). The goal of the program wasn’t to eliminate all combatants, but to reach a specific point behind enemy lines.

And Lance was doing it. 

He was pushing forward even as the second phase of the program kicked in, introducing reinforcements. Lance didn’t have his helmet on, his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, and whenever he emerged from cover, he always hit what he aimed it — and in the exact same spot. Each gladiator went down to a headshot. 

Every single one. 

And Keith was not only impressed, but also vaguely alarmed. He had never seen Lance be this vicious in battle. This relentless. This merciless. But his dark blue eyes were narrowed, focused, and his mouth set in a grim line. Except when his shots hit. Then Keith could see a slight smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. 

For reasons unknown to the Red Paladin … he started to sweat. Keith wasn’t even doing anything other than standing there, slack-jawed, yet warmth was blossoming on his skin, moisture collecting at his temples. What the hell was happening?

Author’s note: More to come, maybe — this idea just hit me out of nowhere.

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