~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

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The smell of burning plastic is what brings me back to consciousness. Why is plastic burning? I force my heavy eyes open and bear the scene.

My brother, snot nosed and bleeding, firing his laser blaster into the horizon. He's shouting but I can't hear what he's saying. Hunk's golden eyes are wide and feral, a look I've never seen in his eyes. Each shot he takes he knocks away another closing in.

Pidge, using their grapple to trip and disarm each soldier that nears. Their mouth doesn't move, and their actions are emotionless. Each swift strike or quick jab makes their green armor blur in my hazy vision. Why are we fighting?

The flash of pink is ruthless, leaving no soldier in touched. A blazing blue fire burns any who dare step in her path. Why are her eyes so cold? What happened to the life and joy in each step she took? It's been replaced with that of a machine, each step brings a deadly air around her.

Pilot turned soldier is in fight or flight mode, each swipe of his bionic arm blares revenge. Metal sizzles under his touch just as fast as a humanoid soldier. They're all splitting off from each other, getting further and further away.

Waves of gravel smack against me but I can't feel my arms to avoid the pelting. I'm so tired. "Quiznack- he's alive..." the red burns my eyes so I close them, all until I'm being pulled forward and I can feel something ripping deep in my core. "Stop! St- oh god please you're-" my words catch in my dry throat and I cough. A sickly warmth fills my stomach and my mouth, copper is all I can taste. "I- I can't- I can't- please-" I beg the red figure. "Lance-" cold rubber smacks my jaw and taps my temple. "Lance come on- we gotta get you off of this and back home- to the castle." The voice says, but everything fades out when the tearing starts happening again and I scream. I want to fight the hands on my face, I want the red gone so I can get back to my friends.

"N-no no no you- my- my insides- gah-" hot acid rises in my throat and I can't stop it from coming out. I can't stop the horrified wiping of my chin, how red everything is. "I- I can't please-" it's like the power of the sun all over again. The heat washes through my bones and into my lungs, the only difference is I can make a noise now.

"O- okay- okay okay okay- Allura I don't know what to do. If I move him-" the voice stops just as the flames die down. "I- I understand- I- if we move him I don't think he'll make it." For a moment I wish Keith were here. He'd tell me to get the fuck back up.
"Princess- please- don't- don't make me." The voice begs and I can feel the rubbery glove on my cheek again. The touch is almost soft and filled with love.

"Open your eyes for me Blue." I hear in the depths muddled like I'm in the water. "Come on- for me Lance-" wrenching my eyelids open, I'm met with Grey eyes. "Kieth." I breathe out, but my chest bubbles and it's hard to get air.

He gives me a sad smile and a small nod, dropping his helmet into the debris. "I- I don't think I'm-  m-make it." The flames lick the walls of my skull and I'm screaming again, begging him to stop. "Ke-Keith Keith it hu-hurts-" I fight the cold to keep my eyes on him.

"The pod will fix you right up Blue- so you can go home remember? You said there's nothing like Varadeo's waves." His hand stays on my cheek as he talks, in an odd way it comforts me. Flashes of the crystal blue water and kids splashing around come up, I muster a weak smile.

"I don't think I'm-" his head shakes and a broken sob makes his shoulders shake. Tears build in his striking eyes and roll in fat droplets onto my armor. "You're going to go home Lance. That is the one promise I've made you- a- and I've gotta keep it- alright?"

"I think... this is it Red." I tell him, finally wringing a hand out of the numbness. My glove is gone, shredded by whatever happened. My cold hand I use to squeeze his. "I- I'm- I'm okay with it. It- it's been a long time coming."

He ignores my words and grabs his helmet, slamming it back on and opening the mic. Where's my helmet? My eyes drift like they're filled with lead as I try to look at our surroundings. No blue in sight. No red lion either. His voice fades out quickly, and all I can do is burn his face into my memory.