It's All My Fault-A Voltron Fanfic

Part 7

Keith walked silently behind Shiro as he led them through the Galra ship to where Pidge could be held captive. He truly had no idea where they were going, their leader hadn't shared that information with him and he felt like they were going in blind. It was making him mad.

Observing the Black paladin, who hadn't spoken since they left the cell, he saw that he seemed to be daydreaming or something, maybe even a little down, cause Keith, had already had to stop him from walking into a couple of walls as they walked along the purple lit corridors.

Worried for his friend and "brother" he sped up his pace to match Shiro's.

The leader barely acknowledged him as he appeared next to his side. Glancing over at his "brother," Keith observed that his eyes were vacant, and Shiro himself seemed distant like he wasn't actually there.

Keith grabbed Shiro's arm and stopped urging the leader to do the same.

Stopping Shiro turned to look at Keith, who searched his face expectantly for an answer, Shiro's once bright warm eyes now covered with pain and sadness.

"Are you okay?" Keith asked as his thoughts finally formed into his voice.

After a brief pause, Shiro rubbed his eyes as he answered. "Yeah, I am fine. Just tired." When Shiro withdrew his hands, the vacant look was gone and his eyes were a little more clear.

Nodding Keith released his leader's arm and they continued forward, however, Keith doubted his leader was just tired. He felt there was more to it.

They rounded a corner and ran into three sentries who were patrolling the corridor. Too late to go back now. Keith quickly activated his Bayard and took down the first one while Hunk and Lance took down a second. Looking for the third sentry, he scanned the hallway to find their frozen leader staring back at a charging sentry unsure of what to do.

"Shiro!" Keith yelled at the black paladin hoping to force him into a movement with his voice but had no luck.

Keith ended up tackling Shiro out of the way as Lance fired his Bayard at the sentry.

"Okay, that's it!" Keith said as he stood up "Something's wrong!" he looked at Shiro who had stood up and started to rub the back of his neck absentmindedly.

"Nothing's wro-"

"Oh, that's nothing but a bunch of crap! Something's up, and you need to tell us now." Keith glared at his leader, he balled his fists, clenching them until his knuckles turned white. Shiro, who had a look of shock on his face as well as the other two Paladins who witnessed the outburst, stood there in the hallway listening to the red paladin. "You could have gotten yourself killed because your head wasn't in the game!"

"Keith maybe you sho-"

"No, Hunk he needs to hear this." Keith snapped back at the yellow paladin before returning his gaze back to Shiro.

"Shiro we need your head in the game now more than ever! Pidge is somewhere on this ship probably severely injured and you aren't even here! You're off somewhere else while I am having to prevent you from running into walls and-"

"You're right." Keith stopped suddenly at hearing Shiro's voice.

"What?" he asked again unsure of what he heard. He relaxed his hands as he listened to Shiro's response.

"You're right. I have distanced myself from you guys and am sorry for that. A good leader keeps their head on straight and I haven't been doing that. I also haven't been communicating well since we got on this Galra ship. But do you want to know something? I have been reliving hell since we stepped on this ship, and it has not been pleasant. I have been terrified for Pidge and what the Galra might've done to her. Shiro crossed his arms as he met Keith's furious eyes with a pair of calm ones. "I understand that you want to find Pidge. We all do, but we can't help her if we are fighting among ourselves."

Keith nodded as he heard his leader's words "Sorry Shiro. I'm just worried."

"It's okay. I am worried too. We all are." Shiro placed a hand on Keith's shoulder and looked around at the others. "What do you say? You ready to find the last member of our family?"

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Pidge stepped out into the hallway as she finished securing the armor on her arm.

Her head had started to hurt as she tamed her short hair from the frizzy mess. Being Pidge she, of course, ignored it. Blaming it on looking at a computer screen too long and continued getting ready.

Now as she walked down the hallway, it was starting to get worse and she had to use the wall for balance. She stopped as the pain increased and both her hands seized her head.

The pain was agonizing. It was as if her head was going to explode, and that wasn't all she thought she heard voices. She closed her eyes hoping to get it to stop.

Pidge's eyes open halfway, and she is looking around the room. There was an overwhelming hue of purple in the room. Squinting from the light she managed to see a couple of Druids walking around the room. She rotated her wrists only to find that they were held down by restraints. She stopped moving when someone ran into the room.

"...Paladins here..."

She caught a few words and hope flared in her chest. She attempted to free herself as the Druids were hurriedly grabbing items and other things. She then froze as she overheard some more words voiced.

"...Move..."

She struggled more her eyes now completely open and filled with panic as she figured out what it meant. This motion did not go unnoticed by the Druids who were in the room, despite the panic. The druid who noticed her called another one over and gave an order.

"...awake...sedate..."

Pidge felt a prick in her arm and then everything went black.

Gradually Pidge opened her eyes to find herself on her knees on the floor, her hands gripping her head. She released her hands from her head and carefully stood up.

The headache was gone, but she couldn't forget what she saw. Memories? Possibly. She decided she would figure it out after training. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand.

She continued down the hallway uneasiness still at the back of her mind.

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Keith was at the back of the group, after much debating with Shiro and complaints from Lance, was now watching their backs from any Galra who might come up from behind. He smiled to himself as he relived the shocked look on Lance's face after Shiro agreed.

"B-BUt I'm the Sharpshooter!"

Lance looked at Shiro then at Keith who was already walking a couple of feet away. "KEITH! WHERE DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE GOING?"

Keith didn't respond he just stood there crossing his arms.

"Can you even hear me?" Lance asked as he came closer.

"Oh yeah, I can hear you. I merely choose not to listen." Keith looked over at Lance who stopped himself from saying something stupid, before walking over to Hunk quietly.

That shut him up. Keith chuckled lightly to himself.

Now walking at the back of the group he took a quick glance at the hallway they were in.

Purple.

That was definitely one word to describe it.

The hallway was empty, except for the four paladins, not a sentry in sight.

They were crossing where some hallways intersected when something caught Keith's eye.

What was that?

Keith turned to his right to find a room open and a stronger hue of purple light illuminating from it. A sole druid ran down the hallway away from them carrying a box in his hands.

He stopped the other Paladins and gradually made his way to the room his sword ready to strike.

When he peeked into the room, he quickly ran in leaving the others to follow.

Walking up to the table in the room, carefully stepping around objects that were strewn all over the place. He found a small figure on it. Who was unconscious and unresponsive. He quickly accessed the girl's injuries.

There was a bruise on the left cheek. Their right wrist was poorly wrapped with fabric from torn clothing. On their body was a ripped under-suit exposing an ugly looking bruise, suggesting cracked ribs.

Hopefully not broken. If that were the case, he would doubt she would have survived this long.

If there were any other injuries he wouldn't know about it until she was placed into a healing pod.

Carefully he looked at the others who had surrounded the table.

Nodding Shiro started giving orders.

"Keith get her back to your lion and get her back to the castle." Gesturing to Lance, Hunk, and himself he added. " We'll cover you."

Keith undid the restraints that were around her wrists before carefully lifting her up and carrying her bridal style. The small frame moaned slightly at the movement and burrowed deeper into his chest.

They finally found her. Their Pidge. The Green Paladin of Voltron.

And she was coming home.