The Wondrous Life of Lance (Voltron)

Chapter One

Note: I'm reposting this on wattpad to perhaps get the motivation to finish it, so votes and comments are really appreciated. You can find me on my tumblr: lo-tor.tumblr.com.  This was written before season 5 so please forgive any inconsistencies, thank you.

It's strange. Lance isn't even talking about any specific thing, noun, nor universe. Just the word: strange.

It's strange that the Blue Lion chose him, it's strange that he's a Paladin of Voltron, it's strange that the Red Lion chose him over Allura, and it's even stranger that Lance didn't see his sexuality crisis coming.

On top of all of that, it's entirely strange and ironic that Lance is the one that gets captured.

Because really, if the Galra want any real and potentially harmful information, they should've snatched Hunk, or high tech Pidge. If they really got lucky, Keith, in all his Black Lion Paladin glory. Though Lance has an inkling that Keith would never sell them out, even under torture. He's cool like that.

But nope, they got lil 'ol Lancey Lance, spare tire of Voltron and completely useless as a hostage. Imagine that.

It's been exactly three vargas since he woke up, head pounding and mouth full of cotton, and Lance has seen neither hide nor fursona of any Galra. From what snippets he's learned about Shiro's time with the Empire, he's not sure that this time lapse is a good thing or not.

Probably not.

Lance tries not to dwell, but dwelling is about all a person can do when they're stuck on an evil alien spaceship with nothing to hold your interest. So, after taking inventory of any injuries (bruised ribs, scraps, a swollen ankle, and three broken fingers) and observing his very boring and very purple surroundings, Lance is bored.

He's forgotten how much, well, any injury ever, hurts, when he's used to having the healing pods on call. Every inhale causes him to wince, and now he can't even tap his fingers to any rhythm because those things are ruined too.

He is so bored.

And he really needs something to distract him from this pain and fear. Honestly, that's all he asks.

And then a distraction makes itself known.

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"How could we lose Lance of all people! He never shuts up over the comms, and he always lets us know his location! Somebody lost Lance."

Hunk is so not happy about this.

"Hunk, calm down," says Allura, blue light casting a ghastly glow upon her dark skin.

"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, WE LOST LANCE! LANCE! LANCE, BUDDY! PLEASE LET THIS ALL BE A STUPID PRANK. Oh. . .I'm feeling, kinda really sick now. . ."

"Hunk, buddy, calm down." It's Keith this time. Hunk thinks it's pretty rich coming from a guy who goes 0 to 100 in 0.6 seconds. He knows. He's calculated it. "You're going to work yourself into a panic attack. And that'll slow us down when we're trying to find Lance. "

"I'll show you a panic attack," he whispers under his breath scornfully.

"Listen big guy, we all want to find Lance. But we can't panic. He probably wandered off somewhere the comms quit working," the Green Paladin doesn't sound too optimistic despite it all. "So try to chill. Who else will help me make something that can find the idiot?" Pidge quips, flexing her tiny hands around her shifts. Green light glints off her glasses, but it does nothing to conceal her worry.