"What's wrong with him?" Lance asked as Coran was looking over Lotor. While they were talking, the purple prince suddenly collapsed. When they checked him, they found he was burning, pale, flushed and panting hard with bullets of sweat running down his forehead.

"I'm not sure. He seems to be extremely warm, especially for a Galra." The altean advisor replied.

"Shouldn't we like, put him in a cryo-pod?" Hunk asks nervously.

"The pods were designed specifically for psychical injuries. Even if we could, I don't think they could cure this. We don't know what it is." Allura replied. Lance looks over the panting alien, he was clearly in pain. From what he felt, it looked like he was running a fever. In space. Space fever? That's when a light bulb lit up.

"Wait, I got an idea." He spoke. "Bring him to my room!" He says and rushes out of the med bay and down the hall. The others look in confusion, but at this point, they didn't have room to question. Shiro and Kuro pick up the prince, wrapping his arms around their shoulders and they all head to Lance's room.

They walk down the hall, making sure to be careful with the sick prince. They arrive at the room, Keith opens the door and the two look-a-likes carry the Prince in. The room was empty, but the door to the attached bathroom was open and there was a light coming from the room. The others all go in to see Lance over the bathtub, which was full of... Wait a minute...

"Lance? Is that snow?" Shiro asked, catching the Blue Paladin's attention.

"Oh, good." He said and walks over to them. "I need your help to get his armor off." He said and the others look at him shocked, Lance quickly notices. "Not all of it. We can leave the undersuit on, but we need to get the armor plates off. They'll be uncomfortable and restrictive for his breathing." He explained.

The two look-a-likes gently set down the prince, then help Lance in removing his armor, leaving him in only his undersuit. The three then place the Prince in the snow-filled bathtub, Lance making sure to put a towel under Lotor's neck on the tub's side. The Galra shivered slightly, while Lance pilled snow over him.

"We need to lower his temperature. I'm not sure how Galra are effected by fevers, but I don't think we want to take that chance." He says as he feels Lotor's still warm forehead.

"What is a, fee-veer?" Coran asked confused.

"It's when the body temperature is raised, often dangerously, when a person is sick." Pidge answers him. Lance goes over to the sink and gathers some water, forming it into a ball in his hand, and goes back over to Lotor. The water starts to glow bright crystal blue, and Lance gently rubs the water on his forehead, which seems to sooth the Galra Prince slightly.

"Lance, do you know what's wrong with him?" Allura asks. Lance shakes his head.

"Not entirely, but he does have a high fever. So I guess, space fever? Maybe." He said/asks. "Can someone go get Narti? Maybe, she knows what's wrong." He requests. The others look reluctant, but understand he might have a point. Coran heads out to get the general.

"Why are we even concerning ourselves with him? He's the Prince of the Galra, this could be a trap. And we shouldn't let that general loose." Keith says.

"I understand Keith, but if this was a trap, he would've attacked once we opened the cell door. Besides he's clearly having trouble breathing, and I doubt his high temperature is normal for a Galra." Lance reasoned. "Regarding Narti, she is also Galra and she knows him, so she might know what disease he might have." He adds.

The others left, with Keith standing guard in front of Lance's room, while Coran escorts Narti to the Blue Paladin. Lance had been tasked with guarding Narti at times, and the two had gotten to know one another okay, with Lance teaching her some sign-language and palm reading, and she had been getting good.

"So you have no idea what he's sick with?" Lance asked the eye-less woman.

I'm afraid not. I have never seen anything like this. Narti signed, Kova as usual on her shoulder. How is he? She asked.

"Weak, but his fever has gone down a little." Lance answered. "It could also be stress that caused this." He suggested.

It wouldn't surprise me. He's been through a lot. Narti sighed and seem to sigh.

"Hey Narti, I don't mean to pry, but how did you and Lotor meet anyway? Why did you become his general?" Lance asked. The alien seemed to reminisce.

He saved me, and I swore my allegiance to him in response. She answered. As a Galran-hybrid, I was not well accepted by a lot of people. I lost my family very young and was left to fend for myself. Lotor found me and took me in. He gave me Kova, allowing me to see. At first I thought of him like a great being, but I soon found that he'd suffered as much as I had. Since we are both hybrids. She signs.

"Wait, Lotor's a hybrid?" Lance says surprised and looks at the unconscious prince in the snow bath. "That would explain why he doesn't typically look like a Galra. Especially his dad." He says. "Though I guess, even being a Prince doesn't save you from prejudice. You know what that means?" He says then asks.

I know what you mean. Narti replies. And no, if anything is made it worse. Zarkon views him as a disgrace if anything at all. I don't know the full details, but I know he was "alone in a cruel world", as they say. She added.

"Somehow, I don't find that surprising. Zarkon doesn't really scream, "Parent of the Year"." Lance says. Narti nods. The Blue Paladin continues to sooth the sick Prince. He then notices Narti rubbing her shoulder. "Is something wrong?" He asked, Narti seems to look away. "Narti?" He asks and drops the glowing water.

The blind alien, looks up at him and gently takes off some of her armor. Across her chest she wore a black cloth, sort of like a bra, and on her right side she had a nasty burn mark, like she had been shot by a blaster. Lance gathered some water in his hand and gently pressed in against her injury. The water glowed blue and her burn began healing.

"What happened?" Lance asked as he finished cleaning the wound.

The others. Narti signed. Lance looked at her confused.

"Now that you mention it, where are the other generals?" He asked. Narti looked downturned. "Narti?" He asked.

They got scared. Zarkon declared Lotor and all with him a fugitive of the Empire. In desperation, they turned on Lotor, and planned to turn him into Zarkon. They got me because they knew I would never turn on him. Narti explained.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Lance said.

In war, and out of fear, we tend to do things for self-preservation. Narti signed, Lance looks to Lotor.

"Can you help me, I want to check for any other injuries." He requested. Narti nodded and helped lift Lotor up. Narti keeps him stable while Lance unzipped his under suit. He stops when the Prince's back is exposed, revealing thousands of scars, old and new, with some scabbed over. Along with lacerations, scratches and even burn marks, all over and up to the back of his neck.

"Oh my god." Lance thought in horror at the sight. He brought up some water and began healing the Prince's back as best he could.

Sometime later into the evening, from what Lance could guess, Allura walked in.

"Hey, Princess." Lance greeted.

"Hello, Lance." She greeted back, then looks at Lotor. "How is he?" She asked.

"Better, he's fever gone down." The Blue Paladin answered.

"Lance." Allura spoke. "Was that, Lotor's General with that cat, on your bed?" She asked. Lance looked at her.

"Narti, and yes. She said she felt tired, so I offered her to rest on my bed." He answered. Allura sighed and sat down.

"Maybe Keith, was right. We should leave him alone." She suggested.

"I'm not so sure Princess." Lance said and looks solemnly at the sleeping Prince. "I understand why you're wary of him, but I think we might have misjudged him a little." He admitted.

"How do you mean?" Allura asked.

"Narti told me that Lotor took her in, when no one else would, do to her being a hybrid." He began. "She also told me that Lotor himself is a hybrid." He added and Allura looks at him surprised.

"Zarkon's son, is a hybrid?" She asked.

"Yeah, and Zarkon apparently considered him to be a disgrace as a result." He explained further. "I checked his back for injures and found multiple scars, and even burns, all over. It also looked like someone might have a taken a whip at him." He continued. Allura look down in horror at the hybrid Prince. Zarkon was actually so cruel, even to his own son? She felt sick from the mere thought of it.

"I guess I didn't know the full story." Was all she managed to get out, before leaving the room. Lance looks back to his patient, and feels his forehead again.

The Paladins, except Lance, and Alteans were all currently on the bridge, Matt was also there. He was next to his sister, who was sitting in her seat in a fetal position, feeling down. Just then, Lance walks in.

"Hey, Lance. How's the patient?" Shiro asked.

"Much better. He's fever gone down a lot, but he's still pretty weak. He just needs some rest for now." The Blue Paladin. The leader smiles at him.

"Good thing we have an onboard healer then." He praises and Lance slightly blushes then notices Pidge's down expression. He walks over to the girl and places a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey." He said and the girl looks up at him. "I know you're disappointed, but I promise you, both of you, we will find him." He promises. Pidge smiles at him, while Matt gives him a dopey grin. The younger groans and hits her brother.

Just then, the Castle systems alert them to an incoming transmission. Allura opened the call, only for everyone to freeze. It was Zarkon.

"Paladins of Voltron." He greeted.

"Zarkon." Shiro said, as Kuro hid behind him, and Lance scowls at him.

"I am making a one-time offer. I have someone of value to you." He said and steps aside to reveal Lotor's other three generals, and, Sam Holt! Matt and Pidge's Dad! "I will hand him over, and in exchange, you give me my son, Lotor." He said and cuts communication.

AN: What do you think of my added in story. Yeah, it's pretty much filler, but I wanted to add more to Lotor's character. Anyway, next chapter, the big battle. The mother of all, how will our heroes make it out of this one.