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Possessed Part 3

Y/N, Keith and Lance returned to the castle in their lions. Although Keith was still unconscious, the Red Lion did not need him to pilot it in order to carry him to safety.

The rest of the team was away on a separate mission, but Shiro had remained behind to oversee the two groups' activities. Lance had recounted the events of their disastrous battle on the way back.

Upon arriving at the hangar, Y/N rushed to the Red Lion, Lance and Shiro behind her, to check on Keith. Still knocked out, but he's OK. He looked so peaceful, the anger stripped away from his features. She'd always found him beautiful, but looking at him now —

"Y/N," Shiro said, interrupting her thoughts. "Are you alright?" He was eyeing her neck, where the skin had begun to bruise purple.

"I'll be fine. Look after him first," she responded, her gaze locked on Keith.

Shiro hauled him over his shoulders, carrying him to his bedroom.

Lance stayed behind with her. "Do you want me to help you prep a healing pod?"

The thought occurred to her, but she decided that was too much for a few bruises. She'd let them heal on their own time.

"No, that's okay. I just need some rest. Thanks, Lance," she smiled at him, giving him a hug. "For saving my life," she whispered.

"Ditto," he replied, squeezing her back.

Y/N was laying on her bed when she heard a knock at her door. Are the others back? she wondered. She was eager to talk to Allura.

"Come in," she called, as the door opened. It was Keith. He seemed groggy and disoriented, but otherwise alright.

"Y/N? What happened? The last thing I — " he stopped mid-sentence upon seeing the bruises encircling her neck like a purple choker.

He sat on the bed next to her and frowned. "Who did that to you?"

Y/N hesitated. Should she tell him? She knew they couldn't keep this from him. He wasn't a child. Still, she did not want to see him hurt.

"Keith, Haggar...infected your mind. She forced you. You —"

"I did this to you?" he whispered. His eyes were clouding with anger.

"No. It wasn't you. It was that witch," Y/N insisted.

Keith's fists clenched.

"Keith..." Y/N said softly, reaching for him. But before she could, he stood abruptly and stalked out of the room without so much as another word.

Y/N buried her face in her hands. She couldn't get through a few sentences without pissing that boy off. For a moment, she thought about going after him. Then, she shook her head. No, this is out of my hands. I just have to give him — give myself — some time.