(Note: read the bottom after this. Heavy Klangst)

Alarms went off, startling Lance out from his slumber. He shot up from his pillow as alarms bleed into his ears and red lights flooded his eyes. "What the hell is going on?" He asked, his heart leapt out from his chest, knowing who it might be.

"For the love of galaxies," Lotor huffed into his pillow. Lotor's back was turned from Lance, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, his toned muscles should through his silk black tank top.

"Aren't you going?" Lance asked softly in his morning voice.

Lotor let out a forced chuckle, not being a morning person like Lance, he slowly pushed his body up from the mattress. "Your right, your right. I'm getting up," he said in husky voice as he left the warm bed. Leaving Lance alone.

Lowing his head, Lance looked away from Lotor, ho was dressing himself in his armor. "Don't hurt them," Lance spoke out in a soft, shaky breath.

"You don't have to ask every time," Lotor answered as he marches out of the room, not even looking at Lance. Not even once. Sighing heavily, Lance fell back into the sheets of the bed.
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"Keith! Duck!" Pidge yelled from her laptop.

"On it," he replied out of breath. Swinging his sword into the bots, he let his muscle relax, but on his mind. "How's it coming Pidge?" He asked, walking back to her and the group.

"Well, he's clearly not in any of the holding cells, or in any of the slaves rooms. Some of the slaves say that he's almost, always with Lotor. Or he's always in the same room," she said flatly. " but I don't know which room it is." She said, scrolling through video feed.

"Wait, Pidge. Stroll up," Shiro ordered, pointing to the screen. It was a blurry picture of Lance, it my have been blurry, but it was still him. And he was right beside a room. And that room, had a number. "There. Can you—"

"I'm already on it," she smirked. "There. Room C3A. Third floor, only two guards, and a magnetic seal? Hmm, that's weird?" Raised her brow.

"Alright team. You know the plan. Let's get our sharpshooter."
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Lance sat on the bed, bored. He had been sitting there for at lest and hour. Tired, he was so tired, but he wanted to see his team, even if he knows that speaking a single word to them would break his heart.

He sat on the edge of the large bed, fiddling with his magnetic collar.  His fingers gently tracing over the the glowing, purple marks.

Suddenly, the doors flew open, along with one of the guards was sent flying. Lance looked up in shock as three people stood in front of him. Goosebumps covered his and his mouth fell open, felling dry.

It was Hunk, Shiro and Keith.

Tears filled Hunk's eyes as he ran to Lance, and crouched his friend in tight embrace.

"Um Hunk? You're kind of crushing me right now," Lance choked out as he patted Hunks back. Trying to tell him to let go.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry!" Hunk send pulling back to see his friend. The once bright smile on his face dropped as he took in Lance's appearance.

If it wasn't for the clothes on Lance's back, Hunk would probably break down crying on how many scars on his body. Not just the light bruises on his neck and wrists, or the cuts and bite marks ether. Along with the tattoos Lotor had given him.

Lance could only smile sheepishly as the three friends looked him over in horror. "Lance. Lance what happened?" Shiro asked, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder.

"What?" Lance asked almost in a joking tone. "You mean other then black studded earring, or are you talking about the dark circles under my eyes? Or do you have a secret power that allows you to see through clothes, and are looking at all the scars I have? Shiro you perv," Lance giggled as he fell back on the bed. The sheets flew around his body as he sat up.

"So what do I the pleasure?" He asked, propping his knee up so his hand could rest on his cheek.

"Um," Keith was shocked how calm Lance was. "We're here to get you out of here," he said.

"That's nice," Lance answered calmly as he smiles up at them sweetly. "So. How's everyone?" Lance asked.

"Lance, buddy? Don't you want to get outta here?" Hunk asked.

"Sure, but I can't," he replied as he pushed himself up from the mattress; walking over to a the front door. "As you can," he said, waving over to the camera, knowing that Pidge is looking at them. "I can't leave."

"What do you mean?" Shiro asked, stepping forward, with Keith and Hunk behind.

Lance smiled, tapping a single finger on the collar. "This," he cooed as he reached through the door. Then, he dropped to his knees screaming out in pain as purple electricity danced through his body before stopping immediately after. "You see?" He asked laughing hard as he gasped for air.

"Lance!" Keith called as he ran to his friend's side. "Lance, are you ok?!" Keith asked as he pulled Lance into his chest. His clothes became wet with tears. Lance's tears. "Lance?" He asked out in a whisper.

"I told you," he cried into Keith's shoulder. "I told you."

"Lance, Lance. It's ok. We're going to figure this out," Shiro reassured him. "Hunk, contact Pidge—"

"I'm in it," Hunk said, walking off to guard the door.

"Great " Shiro smiled. "I'll go check the other rooms close by. Keith, look after Lance," he smiled, doors closing behind him as Shiro left.

"Lance, I—" Keith stopped when Lance's lips softly pressed against his.

"I missed you," Lance spoke softly as he pulled his lips away from Keith's. Tears still pooled in his eyes. "I really missed you," he spoke softly, cupping Keith's cheeks gently. "Keith."

"Lance," Keith whispers as his lips gently lock with Lance's once more. It was gently caring.

Pulling back from the kiss, Lance looked at him sadly." Please leave," he begged. Hands shaking as he held Keith's face in his palms. "I'm not asking," he told Keith softly as he got to his feet.

"Lance please. Everything's going to be ok. You'll be safe, and we can talk about— what happened," he trailed off, a blush covered his cheeks.

"There's nothing to talk about," he said flatly, reaching for something under a pillow.

"Lance you'll be safe!" Keith protested, walking over to Lance.

"But you won't!" Lance snapped back, whipping his head back at Keith. His teeth gritted together, and his body trembled with a mix of rage and sadness. "You won't," he repeated softly. "You won't."

Before taking a step forward, Lance pointed a gun at him. "Lance," he gasped. "Lance please," he begged.

"I'm not asking," Lance shot back. "Get out of here. With me here, Lotor won't hurt any of you," Lance said. "All of you, all of the galaxy is more important then me," Lance said.

"No, no Lance. You are so much more important then that," he said.

"Lotor will be here within seconds. Just leave before you get hurt. He said he wouldn't kill you, but he said nothing about anyone else doing it for him," he bit his lip.

Suddenly, the doors opened. "Well, well, well. It seems little blue is having a cat fight with the red paladin," Lotor chuckled.

"He was just leaving," Lance said flatly, gun still pointed at Keith, even though he was in shock.

"Where's Hunk? And Shiro?!" Keith demanded, pulling out his sword.

Lotor just chuckled lightly as he stepped over to the two of them. "Oh, I sent them back to the little green one. They will be fine, but you might not be so lucky," he smirked at Keith.

"Keith, just please leave.," Lance said, almost end begged. "I don't want you getting hurt."

"Listen to Blue, Red paladin," Lotor warned.

"Never. Lance is coming home," Keith spat.

"Keith," Lance sighed.

"Lance—"

"I'm sorry."

And then it went dark.

(Thanks for waiting guys. And n, I didn't kill Keith, calm your tits. But shit dose go down in the next chapter, and I am not sorry)