Lance sat on the living room couch reading a textbook and writing things down here and there on a peice of paper. Keith practiced fighting with the knife that he had since a child. Keith never told Lance why he always kept it close to him, but he figured that mullet would tell him later on in life.

"tough day at school?" Lance asked glancing at the taller boy as he stabbed at thin air a few times.

"yea, this kid James doesn't understand what 'leave me alone or I'll punch you' means so I had to show him" he replied between strikes.

"you punched James?!" Lance gasped closing his book at stating at Keith wide-eyed

"I didn't even hit him that hard, but he saw it as a chance to get me in trouble and took it" Keith growled and dodged an invisible attack swiping his leg out in front of him to trip an invisible enemy.

Lance signed and put the book down walking over to Keith "babe, what have I told you about dealing with people who annoy you?"

"kick their asses?" Keith replied stopping his training to kiss Lance on the head.

"No, I said to talk it out, and if they don't listen, then kick their ass" the shorter male replied. "now, if you don't mind, I have a test to study for"

"well you do that, and I'll get ready for bed. What kind of pizza do you want?"

"pepperoni, duh"

Keith nodded and pulled out his phone as he walked into his room.

"Hello? Yes, can I have a large pepperoni pizz-"

Crash

Keith paused and stared at the closed room door suspiciously before a shout and another crash rang out

"umm...hold on for just a second," Keith told the person on the phone and opened the door. Nothing looked different from what he could see from the hall "lance? You ok?"

There was a silence before Lance stumbled backward and looked at Keith with panicked eyes "Keith! There's- gah!" a person dressed in all black ran ay Lance with a crowbar.

Lance easily dodged the attack and kicked the guy in the stomach throwing him off "get the police!" the boy shouted.

Without needing to be told twice, Keith ran back into the room and grabbed his phone "sorry no pizza today!" he shouted, hung up and immediately called the police.

Keith stared at the phone waiting for someone to pick up while listening to the sound of fighting and things breaking.

Fuck it

Keith dropped his phone, grabbed his blade and ran out into the living stopping in his tracks.

Lance was held by a man who aimed a gun at his head. "drop the knife Keith"

"how do you know-"

"drop the knife or his brains decorate the furniture"

Kieth glanced between the masked man and lance who shakily shook his head silently pleading for Keith to fight them even if it costed him his life.

Keith hesitantly dropped the knife and raised his hands above his head.

"good, now get on your knees" he commanded Keith and turned to his partner "get the weapon"

The second person walked over to Keith and grabbed the blade with a smirk as he looked it over, "nice blade you got here emo boy"

Emo boy?

Keith looked at the man noticing his blue eyes from the holds in his mask and his tan hands

It cant be

The guy grabbed Keith by his hair and dragged him over to where Lance was "now it's easier to keep a watch on you two so don't try anything stupid" the guy with the gun spoke up and stood in front of them

"check the house for anything good," he told his partner who nodded and walked into the living room and started searching through their stuff.

"we don't have anything valuable," Lance told him watching with pained eyes as the intruder threw his books down onto the floor.

"Hey! Stop it!" Keith shouted and attempted to get up only to have a gun pointed at Lance once again

"Stand up and I blow his brain out" He warned glaring at him.

Lance stared at the man wide-eyed, now he was able to get a good look at the intruder. The familiar pale skin, the honey eyes, and the all too recognizable dyed white hair. These weren't some random people.

"Loto-!"

Bang

"Lance!"

Everything happened so slow to Keith, it was as if the world wanted him to suffer. The moment lance priced everything together, to the moment the bullet found its way between his eyes and all the way until he fell onto his back was all painfully slow.

___

Everything burned like hell to Lance. Whoever said getting shot in the head was instant is a liar. And what made everything worse, was hearing Keith's cries for him and the faint sound of the gun cocking. He wanted to call Keith's name, tell him how much he loved him one last time, but nothing came out and his vision and was quickly going dark.

After a few seconds of nothing but darkness, Lance opened his eyes and noticed Lotor pressing the gun closer to Keith's head.

"Keith! Babe! Fight back!" he shouted, but it felt to deaf ears as no one even acknowledged him "Keith..?" still nothing. It was then that he noticed a body in front of him.

He hesitantly looked down and covered his mouth. Front of him was...well..him.

"am...am I a ghost?" Lance looked himself over noticing how he could see through himself if he looked hard enough.

"I'm- I'm a gho-"

Bang

___

"Lance! Holy shit Lance please!" Keith shouted and went to get up, but a soft click of a gun loading stopped him. He turned around to see the end of a gun pointed at him

"Hey man, what the fuck?! No one was supposed to die!" The other man who Keith is now positive is James shouted walking back to where the three were.

"He found out who we were, you want to go to jail?!" Lotor snapped and pressed the gun closer to Keith.

James sat in thought before electing out a sigh "well now we'll go to jail for murder"

"not if there are no witnesses" Lotor smirked and looked at Keith as he pulled the trigger.

Bang

"...eith"

"...Keith.."

"Hey...come on"

"Keith!"

Keith gasped as his eyes shot open, "Lance!"

Keith stared wide-eyed at Lance and hesitantly reached an arm out of touch him and let out a small gasp when he did.

"you're alive.."

Lance had a sorrowful look on his face "well...not exactly...I'm dead- we're dead"

Keith slowly felt his work fall apart and searched lances face for any indication that he was joking

"wha-"

"turn around"

Keith stared confused before slowly turning around.

There were multiple police officers in their house, some took pictures while others looked around and talked amongst themselves. A few inches away from Keith was a woman crouched in between their bodies taking pictures of their bullet wounds.

"we're...dead" Keith breathed out and turned back to Lance "did- did they catch Lotor and James?"

Lance slowly shook his head "they left a few minutes before the cops came. But James did leave your knife on the living room table"

Keith looked over where Lance pointed and caught sight of his knife. He never thought that he would hate that junk of metal so much in his life, but here he was now glaring at it as if it would fix everything.

"Keith...we'll get through this together," Lance said softly and hugged the taller male.

"babe...?"

"..keith.."

"Keith!"

Keith jumped slightly and blinked a few times as he turned to Lance

"You're flickering and your wound is back. You're thinking about it again aren't you?" Lance asked as he sat on the bed next to him.

Keith let out a sigh "yea. It's just so unfair to you, you had so much potential in your future. You were going to be a fighter pilot!"

Lance sorrowfully smiled "I guess that's true, but what about you? Didn't you want to be one too?"

Keith shrugged "that was the plan"

"well you know what they say, it really be like that sometimes"

Keith let out a snort and playfully elbowed Lance in the side. "You and your memes!"

After a few minutes of laughter, Lance leaned on the taller male with a soft smile, "but really, remember what I said"

"we'll get through this together"