Hold My Memories

So Close

Pidge POV

Pounding on the walls did nothing but hurt my hands, and I was already exhausted enough from the electric shocks she had given me. I rested my forehead against the glass, the coolness of it calming me down a bit.

After the Lions had flown away from the pod we were on, they had taken with them my last shard of hope. My bond with Green was getting weaker by the hour, and soon, I wasn't sure if I would be able to feel her anymore.

Moving my forehead from the glass, turning around and sliding my back down it, I pulled my knees up to my chin and took inventory of what was happening.

I was stuck in my own mind, my body being controlled by this-- imposter, or Imp, for short. I had taken to calling her that, as she couldn't go by Pidge, because that was me, and there was no way on the good Earth back home that I would call her Katie.

The others wouldn't be coming for a while. Even through our weakened bond I could feel Green's distress and vaguely the other lions' too, as they listened to their pack mate's roar.

I understood why they had left, but at the same time I felt abandoned. Alone. Heck, I would even take Lance being here if it meant I felt less helpless and lost and alone.

I gave a little snort at that, the tips of my mouth turning up. I made it seem like I didn't like him, but he could be extremely smart when he wasn't being an idiot. It made it hard not to care for him.

So much so, that I had started to have a little crush on him. Not at first, no, definitely not. But after we had flown in Voltron for the first time, and him helping me to find GAC in the fountains at the space mall, a little part of me was starting to like him.

And, holy crow, that made me miss them more. My eyebrows scrunched together and I jumped up, determined to break this wall. I hadn't been able to do it earlier, but maybe if I just tried harder....

Roughly half an hour later

"Why. Won't. You. Break?!"

It seemed pure strength wasn't going to cut it. I panted, hanging my hands, and then thinking of Green, Lance, of everybody else. I raised my fists again and pounded some more.

"Break!"

My hands again dropped and I knocked my forehead against the glass, leaving it there as tears streamed down my face. I was done. Done with feeling lonely, with feeling useless.

"I'm so done," I sobbed. I lost my balance for a minute and my shoulder slammed into the glass, sending me to the ground. "I just want to go home." I was laying on the ground and didn't know which home I wanted, but either one would do right now.

After I had stopped pounding, I started to listen to the silence. If I hadn't been trapped, it might have been calming.

Then the silence was broken. I could hear pounding feet, and I bolted upright, my fists coming automatically to the glass as I tried to see what it was. Slowly, the figure came into view.

They were wearing paladin armor with--were those blue accents?!

"Pidge!" he yelled.

"Lance!"

He was getting closer and closer, and pretty soon he was able to pound on the glass.

I sighed heavily. "It's no use. I've tried that already."

"Maybe you didn't try hard enough," he grunted, continuing to pound.

"Lance, stop. Don't waste your energy. How did you get here in the first place?"