~Voltron Oneshots 2!~

Gh 2

PT 2 (((:

TW!!!

You know, it's kinda funny.

Being stranded in space for at least the third time, except I'm not even alone.

Screw the first time the lions got separated and we all got stranded.

Forget the two years in space with my Mom.

Now I'm cramped into a storage crate right next to the former Blue and Red Paladin of Voltron. Both of our backs are hunched in against the corners of the box, and our legs intertwined. Neither of us are even in appropriate gear for whatever the hell happened.

I can barely feel any of my limbs and my throat is dry. My body is screaming at me, but everything hurts and there's nothing else to focus on. Lance is still at my feet but I can hear his faint breaths. I'm in my earth clothes and I really don't understand what's going on.

Wasn't I just with Kolivan and Mom? They sent me off on some mission and when I came back- then what? My skull rings and it's all it takes for me to close my eyes and rest.

Touch as soft as a raindrop pulls me from the darkness. I sink into it and ignore the cold gnawing at my skin, I've gotten used to waking up with someone curled into my side. Years of living in the castle with Pidge and the mice really helped.

I wonder what training Allura and Coran are going to have us do today. The thought rolls around in my foggy brain for a moment while a hand cards through my hair. "..ou waking up Rojo?" The foreign word makes my eyebrows furrow, I only know two people who fluently speak Spanish.

"That's it, open those purple peepers for me." The hand brushes some of my hair out of my face with a sigh attached. The dark light is all too easy to adjust to but the pain isn't. Against my will a groan escapes my chapped lips and my arm flies to my side. This is absolutely not the castle.

"Hey- hey- you're okay- take a deep breath I know it hurts." I find myself snapping up and staring into ocean eyes and tan skin. Bags hang at his eyes but there doesn't seem to be a scratch on him. "That's it big guy, just me... in this cell." Pain burns through his calm features if only for a second.

I try to speak but a sickening slime rolls up as acidic as bile. Soft hands help me to the side where I choke on the crimson. It splatters in the floor until I get lightheaded. "Keith buddy- try to stay awake for me okay?" I can't be bothered by the calloused thumb wiping away the blood on my chin, everything hurts and my eyes are too heavy to keep open.

"Hunk and Pidge are still in space remember? Maybe they're going to try and trade us for something? Shiro will know what happened and he'll come to save us, yeah?" He's talking to himself, the hand combing through my hair becoming shaky.

"Huh?" I manage to mumble, faintly remembering my civilian clothes that may be shredded. I don't have the strength to look at it. I stare at him as hard as I can, etching his hazy features into my brain. What I can only describe as a whine comes from him, followed by another sigh. "I was in the barn, I remember being woken up by something and that's it." His hands keep themselves busy in my hair and it's honestly the most peaceful I've felt, drifting between the waking world and unconsciousness.

When I wake again, fire burns in every bone I have. Hot metal sears my wrists as I try and stretch out, chains tug on my neck and ankles. Every ounce of fight screams at the sobering pain in my side. "Your Former paladins were easily captured on their home planets of X762H09 and Altea. Our Proposition is as follows, surrender your super weapon and their lives are theirs." I hear a loud thump and the sound of chains clashing against metal, followed by a loud gasp.