Hold On I Still Need You... (Book 1)

Tres {3}

Because I want everyone to be able to read my story without worrying about panic attacks or something I will not be writing in depth torture scenes. But it will be hinted at.

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The soldiers threw Keith down onto the ground, his appointees' blood covering his pale skin and black under armor. The half breed pushed himself up against the steel wall watching the door. Waiting for it to swing open and Lance to come running in.

Lance though, wasn't anywhere near him. Nor was he coming back anytime soon.

The Blue Paladin was strapped to a board, the Druids shocking him.
"Stop."
Lance went limp, breathing heavily, "Why... why are... are you doing... this," he heaved.

Haggar simply smiled at him holding up her own hand shocking Lance herself. He screamed, body convulsing. The current stopped and Lance fell limp again.
Haggar grabbed his face making him look at her, silent tears streaming down his face.

"You're teammate has kept you alive by fighting for your lives. You can take the torture for the both of you. Or are you simply that weak?" the witch smiled, rather enjoying the pain in his eyes.
More tears streamed down Lance's face as she dropped his head.

"At least she's not hurting Keith," he thought trying to cheer himself up, "We'll last longer this way. The team will come for us."

Lance felt a prick in his arm and watched a the Druids pumped a strange liquid into him through a needle. He shivered looking away. Lance bit his lip, the liquid felt as if it had set his blood on fire.

He whined as the taste of iron filled his mouth.
"Lo seinto. Lo seinto," he whimpered as they injected him with five more liquids, him squeezing his eyes shut when they'd pull out a serange, before he passed out.

It was almost two hours after Keith's match that Lance was thrown back into their cell. To say the Blue Paladin looked like shit was an understatement.

His tan skin looking much paler. His breaths short and shallow. That is when they came.

Keith pulled him to his chest checking his heartbeat. He held the unconscious Cuban begging him not to leave him.
"Come on you idiot, stay with me." He muttered.

Two Galra soldiers stood looking in on them.
"Ya know," one whispered, "I actually feel bad for those kids. Don't know what I'd do if I was them."

"Probably what he's doing now," the other replied, "The kid is half Galra. You don't mess with a Galra's mate. Wouldn't be surprised if he killed someone for this."

"Their not mates actually," the first corrected.
"Really? With how the half breed was acting I'd think they would be."
"No, I heard from Kloain that Red said they weren't mates."
"I thought that those two being mates was why Haggar targeted the Blue?"

"Perhaps they're in a deep quartship?" the first guessed.
"Maybe," the second nodded, "Or maybe Red was lying hoping we'd let the Blue Paladin go."
"Who knows," his friend shrugged.

Meanwhile in the Castle of Lions Shiro was damn near having, no wait correction, he WAS having a panic attack. Hunk was trying to calm down Shiro. Pidge was trying to keep herself from breaking down while telling Allura and Coran what happened to Lance and Keith.

It took about a hour for everyone to calm down, mostly everyone, Shiro was starting to come out of his panic attack.

Allura immediately contacted their closest allies for assistance in finding the lost Paladins and Lions. Coran was in shock, unable to wrap his head around Lance being gone. The two were a lot closer than you'd think.

If Shiro and Keith were brothers, than Lance and Coran were father and son. Ya know Coran being the cool weird "dad" everyone loves. Lance being his favorite "kid" because let's be honest, everyone loved Lance.

The Blue Paladin was like the little brother of their crazy little space family.

Not to say no one missed Keith. They did. He'd barely be gone two hours and Pidge was missing his emo ass. She'd went to the training room almost five times, hoping it had been a bad dream or a hallucination and he'd be there slicing a dummy in half.

If he had been there Pidge would've hugged him and never let go. Probably yelling about him being a idiot and to never do stupid impulsive shit.

Hunk, after calming down Shiro, had locked himself in the kitchen. Vowing not to come out until he'd figured out how to make tacos and meatloaf in space. The two dishes being Lance and Keith's favorites.

Hunk had only figured out Keith's favorite food because talking about little things the Paladin liked had helped Shiro calm down a lot. Either way, he was going to get the recipe down and make meatloaf and tacos when Lance and Keith got back. Or maybe meatloaf tacos! Would that even taste good?

Shiro, like you would expect from the resident Space Dad, had locked himself in his room with Lance and Keith's jackets breaking down. He knew what the Galra would do, it broke his heart that the boys were going through what he had.

He kept wondering what if he'd listened to Keith? Would they'd be with him and the team, not even aware of what could have happened? What if he'd noticed the Galra surrounding Lance? Could he have saved them?  He was their leader, he was supposed to keep his team, his family, safe. Not let them be kidnapped by the enemy.

Shiro looked down at the red crop top jacket and the brown and yellow jacket. Fresh tears stinging his eyes. He pulled the clothes back to his chest, crying again.

Allura watched from the bridge as Voltron fell apart without its right arm and leg. It broke her heart to see them like this. She swore she'd get the Red and Blue Paladins back if it's the last thing she'd do.

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No traitorous Altean Alchemist bitch wasn't going to stop her or Ancients help her! Cause hover dam they just wanted their emo and lover boy back!

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I hope one of you children understood that reference.