Warning: self harm and attempted suicide

Prologue

(Y/n) and Lance were dating for two years when he left for the Garrison. (Y/n) could still remember the night before. She and Lance were laying on his bed, with Lance's arm around her.

"You're gonna be a pilot," said (Y/n).

"I know," he replied.

"It's going to be hard."

"Especially when we have kids."

"Woah, easy tiger. We're not doing that anytime soon."

"I know, I know. I mean when... you know..." Lance rubbed the back of his neck.

(Y/n) chuckled. "Yeah, not sure."

Lance turned to her. "No matter what happens, we will make this work."

"No doubt."

That night, they had done... things...

-time skip brought to you by emo Zane-

(Y/n) was crying in her room again. She was pregnant and Lance was missing.

-second time skip brought to you by Lance's love for you-

(Y/n) sank to the floor, the knife in her hand and the pill bottle in front of her. She was ready. At this point she had accepted the fact that Lance was gone. Her kids, triplets, who were all one were sleeping. Her parents were out at a parent conference. She was just about to slit her wrists when the TV came on.

It was a message from Coleen Holt. Her husband was with her, and they looked serious. As they explained the situation, she started to cut. Then, a message came on. It was Lance.

"(blah blah blah he misses his family I'm too lazy to look up what he said) oh, and (Y/n), I love you and miss you. I can't wait to see you."

(Y/n) immediately dropped the knife and bandaged her arms. She looked at her children before putting the pill bottle away, a smile on her face.

What was I even thinking? I have three children who I love very much.

-third time skip and verse tense change brought to you by my laziness-

"There they are!" Griffin's voice came over the coms.

"I have a visual on the paladins!" yelled Veronica.

"I have your location!" I exclaimed. I had joined the Garrison, knowing that it would be the quickest way to Lance when he got back.

I kicked the gas pedal as fast as humanely possible. When I got there, two girls about Lance's age and a man about 40 years got in.

"DRIVE!" yelled one with pink marks next to her eyes.

"What about the others?" I replied.

"THEY'RE FINE! JUST GO!"

I did as I was told and sped off.

"You got the Alteans (Y/n)?"

"If that's what you call the ones with with the marks next to their eyes, yes."

"I've got Lance," said a voice that I couldn't properly distinguish in the rush of the situation.

"And why do I matter Veronica? HMMMMM?!" Now that voice I could recognize anywhere, even in the background of a life-or-death situation.

"You'll see," Veronica replied.

When we got to the Garrison, I helped the Alteans out of the car and introduced myself. They then introduced themselves and went to meet with Commander Iverson.

I looked around, trying to find the love of my life, the idiot who left me. I soon found him hugging his family. He was practically buried in the McClains. I stood there staring.

"HEY (Y/N)!"

I looked over to see Hunk waving at me. Of course I knew the goofball. He was Lance's best friend after all. I waved back.

I turned back to Lance to see him staring at me. I looked him up and down, noting his armor. I smiled. 

"Lance..."

We ran towards each other, and I saw him remove his helmet. When we were three feet apart, I jumped into the air and wrapped my arms and legs around him. We stayed like that for a few minutes, just hugging and putting all our emotions into that hug. 

"I missed you," I finally managed to choke out. tears streaming down my face.

"I missed you too," he replied

In that moment, nothing mattered except the two of us. We just stood there, hugging, and the stress of the world, the shit that I had been through, everything.