So I'm gonna have fun doing this. Maybe. Idk I might just not be a writer but hey, who says I can't try again. So, Voltron… I was wondering if I should use the title "Such a Phobiac", but I choose "Defective" instead because it's not just multiple phobias, it's some other mental issues as well. I'm so sorry Lance omg. Btw I want to make this humorous as well so don't chew me out. Disclaimer: I own nothing, otherwise I wouldn't be writing this.
Defective: Prologue
The team has never been so broken. It has been a year since Lance… disappeared. No one wanted to believe he was dead, but everyone has started to lose hope. They've raided so many Galra prisons to no avail. If this one is fruitless as well, they might as well consider him… gone. Forever.
"Team, we can't give up hope yet. Lance might be in there. Maybe, we can finally get him back." Shiro tried to encourage everyone. And himself. Pidge's glasses hid her eyes, but her shaking told everyone she was near tears. Hunk was looking at his feet. Coran was oddly silent. Allura had her game face on, but this one looked darker than normal. Keith looked away, mumbling "Whatever", but they all knew he was hurt way more than anyone else. At first, Keith thought Lance was an annoying jerk (he still thinks he's annoying), but with time, they grew close. Hunk, Keith, and Lance are… were?… as thick as thieves.
"Suit up and go to your lions everyone, we're almost there."
Well, here goes nothing...
In...Out...In...Out...
"The lions are here!" "Destroy them, don't let them in!"
Lance's breath hitched. 'They... came for me? How did they know I was here? Maybe they...'
He screamed. Yelled. Kicked. Pulled at the chains holding him up. Anything. Anything to let them know he was alive, that they found him. He even spat in Haggar's face. Well, it was actually an accident, but that didn't matter to her.
Some magic words were spoken and a spell was cast. Then she got punched in the face by Shiro and shot by Hunk. Oh and was held at sword point by Keith. Shiro huffed and turned to look at the prisoner in the cell and his eyes widened when he saw it was Lance. He was in his normal attire, but everything was tattered and covered with blood. His wounds were lazily sewn together and some were even infected. His eyes looked dead without their usual spark. Pretty much half of his face was stained with red and his hair was matted with it. All in all, the best word to describe what he looked like was broken. Their eyes met and Lance's burned with hope. A small smile spread across his face.
"I knew you would come."
Then Lance closed his eyes. Shiro ran up to him and broke the chains holding him up, then checked his pulse. He sighed in relief when he felt the steady heartbeat of his teammate. Keith knocked Haggar out and ran to help Shiro with picking Lance up. Hunk was to make sure they got to the ship safely and Pidge was their navigator. After 15 minutes and 42 drones, the now complete team were at each of their separate lions. Lance would be riding with Keith.
"Coran, prepare a Healing Pod. We found Lance." Shiro spoke into the microphone. A whoop of glee and a sigh of relief could be heard from the speakers. "You got it, Shiro! One Healing Pod, coming right up!" Coran grinned.
In hindsight, they shouldn't have brushed a whole year as a Galra prisoner off so easily.
yeah, so that's my prolog. sure. next chapter: Landmine
