"Are you almost done, Blue?"
"Yeah, just a second," I called back, tying my shoe. I walked to the door and took a deep breath before opening it. I'd almost forgotten I was on a Galra ship.
"You ready?" Ezor asked.
"I guess," I shrugged, walking out and closing the door behind me. "So, um.. what was that room for?"
"You, silly," she laughed.
"W-what?"
"You're not a prisoner, Lance. We just needed time to fix all of that up for you. Unfortunately, you didn't get the best temporary space. But hey, what can you do?"
"I.. so, what about Keith..?" I raised an eyebrow.
"What about him?"
"Is... he.. a prisoner?"
She put a hand on her head. "Yeah, sorry. He is. But honestly, you should just be thankful that you aren't... god knows what Lotor's gonna do with him."
My eyes widened. "I-I can't let anything happen to Keith... please, just.. let him go-"
"You're out of luck, Blue," she put a hand on my shoulder. "He's ruthless. There's no getting through to him. If you try to talk to him, it'll only anger him more. Lotor already suspects that there's something between you and the red paladin, this would only be confirming his suspicions. At that point, he might actually kill him."
I shrunk back in fear. "O-okay."
"Anyways, here we are," she gestured to a huge door at the end of the hallway. "Have fun."
"Yeah, thanks.." she walked away and I stared at the door. "Here goes nothing..."
I knocked on the door and it almost instantly opened, revealing a tall man with long white hair, light purple skin, and blue and yellow eyes. "Ah, you're finally here," he grinned. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he took my hand and kissed the back of it.
"Uh, t-thank you..?" I laughed nervously.
"Don't be shy, Blue," he pulled me closer, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I want you to be comfortable here."
"Well, that's going to be pretty difficult considering you're the enemy and I'm being held hostage," I smiled sarcastically.
He purses his lips together. "Oh," he cleared his throat. "You should know I have no intentions to keep you as a prisoner. You're a guest here. I want you to feel like a guest," he leaned in closer, whispering in my ear, "I'll make sure you like it here. You'll never want to leave."
Pidge
"Shiro! Look!" I waved him over.
"What is it?"
"I got a reading on the blue lion. I think they're experimenting with it. My only concern is they'll take it apart or something. But that's not the point. If I can keep tracking the lion for long enough, we could probably get Lance, Keith, and the lions and kick their asses for messing with our friends in like, three vargas."
"Nice work Pidge," he high-fived me, beaming. "We need to come up with a plan. Meet me in the lounge with the others in two dobashes?"
"Got it."
When he was out of the room, I sighed, pulling out a picture of me and Lance back at the Garrison.
"We're coming for you," I shuffled through another one of me and Keith, and then one of the whole team. "Both of you."
