Test Results Positive
I didn't really think this through? Do I ever? You'd be surprised. Enjoy.
Alt titles:
"Generic Tests"
"Let's Experiment"
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"Hey, Lance," Pidge Gunderson waved a clipboard at the young man, "Can you come with me so I can run some more generic medical tests?"
Lance groaned, not immediately moving from his rather comfortable spot on the couch, "Again? Don't you have enough data already?" He'd really rather be doing something else with her right now.
"You can never have 'enough' data," Pidge sighed, "That's like, Science 101."
"Seriously? Am I just science to you, now?" It was asked jokingly, a passing comment as Lance reluctantly stood from his supine position.
Pidge didn't take it that way, "Lance, you're a valued member of are team, and for that reason, I need to make sure you're doing well. That includes these generic tests"
"Whatever you say, Dr. Gunderson." He replied casually as he followed her, watching her lab coat (where had she found that thing?) sway with each step.
They arrived in Green's hangar. They always went there for some reason. Pidge said it helped her think.
The procedure itself went the same as it always did -- with Lance griping through the process but ultimately complying with his doctor's wishes. Until the end, that was.
"Tests, tests, tests! You know, I thought I was done with tests when we left school to become intergalactic heroes." He said, voice lacking any real bitterness. His eyes were glued to Pidge's face, the way her glasses slid ever so slightly down her nose, the way she gently readjusted them without ceasing her writing for a second, the way her eyes darting back and forth across lines of text from behind the glass.
He almost missed her speaking. "I told you, I just need more data. It's not as if you need to do any heavy thinking, anyway, so just deal with it." Her voice was strained -- she was starting to get annoyed.
Just like always.
Lance, however, was feeling a bit audacious that day. Slowly, deliberately, confidently, Lance strode toward the nerd, prompting her to turn to him.
"Don't leave yet, I still need a bit more-"
She was interrupted when Lance leaned down to her, meeting her lips with his own. He pressed forward, a pleasance bearing on their faces. Pidge's cheeks were reddening, he noticed.
He smirked as he pulled away, "How's that for data?"
Her eyes, a glimmering gold under the hangar's lighting, stared hard at him from behind her spectacles.
"Lance," it took all of his will power not to flinch at her exasperated tone.
Had he gone too far?
"I told you," Pidge continued, "Science 101: you can never have enough data."
Then she leaned up to him again.
"So, let's experiment."