A guy like you and one like me

Getting You Back

Keith's P.O.V

Somewhere in the vast star map of this corner of the universe in some place, probably far away from here, the legendary defenders of the universe, the paladins of Voltron are fine, whether in battle or resting in the castle of lions, they are fine. Right here right now, I was not anywhere near ok!
Tied up, weaponless, and starving, I'm a prisoner to a Galra battalion, and have been for a while.
I've Lost track of time, minutes turned to hours, hours to days; has it been weeks? A year? I track time by the guards that bring me water, and when they brought food, or whatever new horrible torture they were going to use on me to get information. But they can't break me, I'm mentally strong, stronger then all of them, and I will escape. Eventually. I know their patterns, I just need the right moment.

Strapped to the wall, chains around my wrists, I pass the time counting shadows and identifying sounds. The guards walked it with a bottle of water and a loaf of green with the consistency of jello. I miss corn and beef... Hunk's home cooked food... Even the green goo that Coran makes after missions...

A loud clang brought me out of my thoughts, a new sound! Then a single guard came swaggering in. Strange, it was early for food, I had three more waterings before I should be fed and torture was used two feedings ago.
"Hey, mullet? You alive?" Said the galra armoured figure in a half-joking, familiar voice.
"Lance?"I sputter, half strangled in a hoarse unused voice.
"Ready to go now?" He said, unlocking the chains. I slumped into his arms, too weak and suprised to support my own weight. He lifted me easily, sweeping me off my feet into a bridal carry, like a princess. Was he always so strong? Or, like, half a dozen inches taller then I remembered?
" Act dead" I was already slumped in his arms as dead as I could look while still staring at his mask, trying to see his eyes through the little holes. Trying to make sure of it, that it's actually him, to make sure that he was actually a human, and not another (and frankly worse, far far worse and unforgivable) form of torture.
" Halt! Where are you taking the prisoner!?" Shouted a nearby galra, as he limped over. I closed my eyes and held my breath.
" He died during his watering, I believe it was sickness. I was taking him to the incinerator to prevent contamination. I suggest quarantining the halls to get there for a day to prevent an outbreak among the soldiers."
"Very good, vrepid Sa!"
"Vrepid Sa." The Lance-esgue figure holding me shouted, walking briskly around the corner.
He threw me over his shoulder, like I was a sack of potatoes, a dead weight, and too stunned by the surprise rescue to act like anything other, I played dead. It wasn't hard since I was facing Lance's butt, no one saw my face, and I looked like a skeleton In a blade of marmora suit. That butt though, what was it that made me fixate on it? He gently switched me over to his other shoulder, adjusting my weight to be comfortable, like a sack of flour or potatoes, so I could just not look at anything, close my eyes and be dead. I miss potatoes... But his butt! It was almost impossible not to stare at, which is a weird thing to think of, during a high stakes escape on the back of an old rival, but not seeing anyone friendly for an extended period of time, maybe it was just jubilee of freedom and a friend, seeing something other then metal swathed in darkness, or the inside of my eyelids. Or ... The other thing...

"Hey, you alive back there? We're almost back to Red, she nearly kidnapped me to come save you"
" If you keep talking we'll get caught!" Surprise surprise, Matt and Pidge pop there heads out of the vents. Scrambling to the floor weapons drawn to protect us, Pidge looked all over the hall, disabling cameras and such.
"We are clear for take off, load up in the Lion" Matt said scrambling to the floor and then helping his sister down from where she climbed the wall.
The familiar surroundings of Red's interior, the sound of the engines, being surrounded by friends, the safety of it all lolled me to sleep. A simple comfortable, dreamless sleep that I hadn't gotten since before I was captured.

Lance's P.O.V

Keith looked like death, like peace had finally washed over him as we drifted through space, no more fear, or pain. He looked like a skeleton, with a bad haircut, so still and frail, it didn't even look like he was breathing.
"Can one of you make sure he's actually alive? I'd do it myself but I'm driving so..."
" Lance, he's fine. We are right here, so if something happens we will tell you, ok? Just get us back to the castle before we get caught." Reassured Matt as he knelt down next to keith, brushing his obsidian black locks out of his paper white face, subtly checking to see if he's breathing. He probably thought I didn't notice since they are behind me, but I noticed. I am very observant, I can tell what your doing Matt!