star struck

chapter 8

Lance's pov

Lance opened his eyes to see IV'S going into him. His body ached, forcing him to recall the events that happened yesterday. They stormed lotors ship..got captured...and keith  tortured him. He looked down at his stomach, it was covered in burns from being electrocuted, his wrists were bandaged.

He noticed long wispy stands on hair on the cot he was laying on. Lance wasn't strapped down, he decided he'd take advantage of this. When he moved his legs lotor looked up at him.

"Lance, you're awake!" Lotor stood and reached out towards him. But lance gave him a hard kick to the chest. He pulled out his IVs and lotor played on the floor looking stunned and winded. Lotor groaned putting a lavander hand to his chest, sitting up. "Heh, that's fair. Considering what I did."

Lance wasn't listening to this. He jumped on him, pinning him down. "Tell me where he is." Lance demanded, grabbed a fistful of white hair and pulling back hard. Lotor winced as he did.

"Lance who? Let's just get out of here ok? Then we can talk about everything." Lotor said in a pleading and desperate voice. But...where did his accent go?

Lance brought his foot to lotor's bicep, keeping control of him. "You fucker! You really think I'd go anywhere with you?" Lance's eyebrows were knit together, his face scrunched up as hate seethed from him.

"Lance stop, I'm so sorry for what you think I did. But I didn't, we have to get out of here." Lotor said as he eyes boar into Lance's, pleading with him. This only fueled Lance's rage tho.

He got close and his jaw tightened. "You mean you didn't have sex with my boyfriend, then have him torture me?" Lance pushed lotor's head down making hit the floor.

Lotor squeezed his eyes shut, pushing on lance. "Fucking ANSWER ME!" Lance had never really hated anyone, but in that moment he hated him. He hated him everything in his being.

Lotor pulled his hands up, frantically turning them over and examining them. "Lance, buddy, I don't understand what you mean?" Lotor said as he laid a hand on Lance's arm.
"Lance, its me.." lotor looked up at him desperately.

Lance just snarled. "Yeah I fucking see that, loturd. Now you're gonna tell me where Keith is." He stood up and pulled lotor up by his hair.

"Fuck lance, I AM KEITH!" lotor shouted, the urgency in his voice made lance hesitate. Lotor wasnt making sence. But we also wasn't fighting back and lance was not 100% right now, itd be easy to over power him. Lance pulled him back he was standing up right while lotor had to crouch to be under him.

"Proove it then." Lance said, all but spitting in his face.

"You're the red paladin, the sharp shooter." 

"That's pretty common information. If that's all you got.." lance grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back.

"Ahh...lance..you..your moms name is Marina, you clung to me when we slept together, you have a huge family..." lotor said frantically, clearly in pain. Doubt crept into Lance's heart, was he telling the truth? Was this keith?

He loosened his grip, "tell me something only I would know about keith."

Lotor smiled a little and looked away, "this is too fast for me." It was keith? But how?

He let go and stepped back. "You need to explain what going on."

Lotor straightened up, "who do I look like right now lance?" Lotor-Keith? Said.

Lance just raised an eyebrow.  "Tall purple bastard?" He looked closely. Examining him. How could this guy be Keith?

He saw lotor nod, putting his hand to his chin, his face turning into a scowl as he thought. In that moment it became more believable.