Vrepit Sa (Voltron Fanfiction) - Completed

Chapter 35: Gotta Go Fast

"Shiro!" Pidge and Hunk gasped, already feeling newly found hope. Lance stayed quiet, eyeing his leader and his captor, panting. His eyes stung with tears, and he felt a nasty headache.

"Lance, we need to hurry." Lotor said as he unlocked the cell door, opening it for him. He lead Shiro with him over to Hunk's cell, opening that one, then to Pidge's cell.

Lance stayed in his cell, his mind telling him he had already joined the others. Maybe he's tired? Delusional? He felt his eyes blink once, then twice, and then not open again.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was in the back of a ship, his arms bound to his back, a gag in his mouth. He looked around the dark room, bringing himself to his knees. He managed to get up, with help of the wall, stumbling out of the door and to the command room. He heard chatter, slowing down, wanting to listen, but unable to understand what they were saying.

He slumped against the doorframe, allowing himself to slide down it, closing his eyes again.

"...zy, I don't think he'll make the..."

"...e you talking about?! You can't gi..."

The words drifted through Lance's ears, though he couldn't make sense of them. He heard the voices go quiet, then footsteps near him.

He was pulled up to his feet, making his eyes snap open. He looked into Hunk's eyes, filled with concern.

"...e take the gag out? He's finally qu..."

Lance let his head slump forward into Hunk's chest, still dead tired. After a few minutes, the gag was taken out of his mouth and he was lead over to the group. He tried to pull his arms out of his restraints, looking around.

Lotor eyed him with distrust, multiple scratches down his cheek. He looked to Shiro, who was rubbing his temples, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Pidge was sitting next to him, typing rapidly on a galra computer Lotor probably gave her.

She looked up, seeing Lance. "Are you going to act sane now, Lance?" She asked, watching Hunk plop him down across from them.

"What... what happened?" Lance asked with a raspy voice, looking at the others. No Keith. "Keith?! Where's Keith? What did they do to him?!" He asked frantically, trying to get back on his feet, a pair of hands keeping his shoulders down.

"I'm right here, idiot." Keith smiled from above Lance, standing behind him. Lance sighed loudly in relief, letting out a sob, leaning his head back into Keith's thighs.

The Red Paladin sat next to Lance, pulling him into his lap, kissing his forehead. "You went crazy. Attacked Lotor and Shiro, said that they set it up. Then you blacked out, and that's how they were able to get to me in time." He explained, brushing Lance's hair out of his eyes.

"Red made a quick recovery, save for some sore arms and some scars." Lotor said from his control chair, looking out into space. "Now, we're on the run. Hoping that the Castle of Lions finds us before my father does."

Lance nodded slowly, his arms numb behind his back. Keith got the look of discomfort on his face, grabbing his blade and cutting through the thick rope.

The others watched anxiously as Lance looked at his hands, his fingernails cut short and his knuckles bruised. "I... attacked you guys?" He asked sadly, looking up to Lotor.

The prince sighed and nodded, glancing around the ship.

"We're two Varga away from our resting point, Lotor." Pidge informed him, her eyes back on the computer.