AN: Hello! Thanks for checking out "Paralyzed." Just a quick announcement that this story will be multi-chapter and to please come back if you are interested in more! thanks again, Sincerely, TM. (Tolkein-Moony, Moony) Please tell me what you think and if its worth continuing. (I have an outline detailing about seven more chapters)

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FULL SUMMARY: Keith, after attacking a Galra ship, is stranded on the Planet Lutece with Lance, injured and weak, with no hope of rescue. It was a stupid selfish plan to begin with, Keith knows, but he never imagined it would turn out like this. Now, the two must traverse certain death, together, in hopes of finding rescue. Will this destroy the little ambiance between them or will it pull them together in their time of need?

CHAPTER ONE

Keith's bayard clashed against the hundredth Galra sword that fight. Ok, fine. Probably not the hundredth. Probably. Either way, he could feel his strength fading. How many more are there?! How many more could there possibly be? Lance's shots ranged right over his head, taking out a Galra behind him. Panting, Keith turned to block another soldier's sword. Were they always this fucking strong? He managed a shout as he lunged to strike yet another enemy.

"Keith! To your right!"

"Got it!" His bayard swung wide, slicing through an oncoming soldier.

"Badas- Oh shit! Keith, look ou- MOVE!" Keith was pushed to the ground and turned just in time to see Lance flying through the air, bitch-slapped by a heavily modded Galra. He hit the wall with a shout of pain then fell to the floor in a heap.

"Lance!" Keith's eyes went wide. Shaking off the shock, the paladin stood quickly, readying his sword despite his sweaty brow. But realization was swift- there was no way in hell Keith kill this bastard alone, not without Lance. There had to be another way, some plan, any plan! But none came. Keith was frozen in place, merely watching as the Cy-Galra approached.

Suddenly, the ground tilted, causing both him and the remaining Galra to fall on their respective asses. Alarms blared as explosions sounded throughout the ship.

"MALFUNCTION DETECTED. MALFUNCTION DETECTED. LEFT PROPELLER IS INCAPACITATED. INITIATING REPAIR SEQUENCE NOW."

Keith's eyes raced around the room, passing from the alarms above the airlock, to Lance's body underneath, to the fallen Galra commander to-wait, the airlock! That's it! They couldn't be more than, what, twenty feet from the ground? Keith steeled his mind and launched himself, best he could, toward the airlock and toward Lance. Landing feet parallel to the airlock door, Keith reached out for Lance, shut his eyes, and pressed the button, sending them both careening toward Planet Lutece.

"Lance! Lance, answer me damnit! Come ON!"

The ship launched farther into the air, managing to enter the atmosphere despite the malfunction, leaving Keith and Lance falling toward the ground below. The sandy floor became closer and closer before Keith closed his eyes and hit the ground, everything going black.

Keith felt himself groaning, the pain in his head and body finally registering in his mind. Damn…where? His opened his eyes and immediately squeezed them shut again. Bright… He tried again. Finally, Keith managed to be mostly…ok, fine, somewhat conscious. He pushed himself upright and shook his head, clearing some more of the funk away.

The heat of the planet's sun was oddly comforting in this situation, it reminded him of home and safety and.. and… was he forgetting something? Or someone? He felt like it… But Keith couldn't seem to remember. He couldn't see anyone- Wait... a minute… see who? Who was he lookiing fo- That's right! Him and- and Lance, what's who! They fell… where was he? Where was Lance?

Keith's eyes frantically searched for any sign of the blue paladin. Nothing on the horizon- wait! There! Sticking out of the grass to Keith's left was a tuft of brown hair, and was that his shoulder?

"Lance?! L-Lance!" His voice was shaking.

The paladin pushed himself from the ground, and stumbled, feeling both broken and bent, over to Lance. His vision was spinning and pain radiated throughout his body, but he didn't care. He had to make sure...his fri- teammate couldn't be... Not because of his shitty actions...

"Lance!"

Keith knelt as quickly as he could. Lance lay on his side, back to the other paladin. He looked so pale. His hair was matted with blood and dust. Keith reached out- then flinched at the pain. Broken wrist. Great, just fucking great. And pain meant his adrenaline was fading… He signed and switched hands before grasping Lance's shoulder and slowly turning him over.

As soon as he began to move him, Lance began to shriek- even half-conscious a sound that was gut wrenching. But it was over a second later, Lance lay on his back, gasping for air, and alive. Thank god. Keith ran a hand through Lance's hair. Wait...where was his helmet? Keith's mind raced as he glanced around, panicked. It took a second, but eventually Keith found it knocked away in the grass not to far to the left. That's one victory at least.

Wind blew softly through the grassy plains of... what was it again? Planet Ulathu? It doesn't matter...even if I did know where we were, no one else does. Allura... Coran... Shiro... No one. And it's all my fault! All my goddamn fault... If I hadn't been so selfish to go after Red alone- No, If I hadn't lost Red in the first place Lance wouldn't be-

"K-Keith?" A weak voice broke his thoughts.

"Lance? Lance!"

"No- Not y-your folt..." Apparently they hadn't just been thoughts, but quiet murmurs- Lance, in his usual idiotic manor, had decided to put comforting Keith above his own injuries and pain.

"Lance! Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Lance?"

"I'm...fine, K-Keith." Lance replied, wincing slightly. "You?"

"Don't worry about me, Lance. I was lucky. You on the other hand..." Keith's eyes glazed over Lance's broken and bloody armor. "Not so much."

"I guess...you could say t-that." Lance smiled slightly. "But were alive, t-that's all that matters." Keith nodded, still looking over Lance's injuries.

"We need to get your wounds bound and splinted, then we need to find shelter away from here. The Galra could come back for us, but before that-" Lance reached up with one hand, touching the side of Keith's face.

"W-why so serious?" His voice was pitched down and his face was stern before he cracked a smile.

"Lance! Now is not the time for, what I'm guessing is, jokes! This is serious! You could have died for all I knew!" Lance's smile disappeared.

"Right. Death. Not a joking topic. Sorry."

"It's...fine. Now let me check your wounds." Keith ran his hands along the broken armor and along Lance's arms and shoulders as best he could despite his splitting headache; concussions were not fun no matter what someone might say. When his hand touched Lance's right shoulder, he yelped and pulled away before fighting the urge to run and fell back into Keith's lap.

"Ow. That's definitely broken." Lance reached up with his left hand and prodded the tender area, finding that it when all the way down his side and across his ribs.

"Not broken, dislocated."

"Same thing."

"Not really... Whatever. Think what you want. Either way, it has to be put back in place and I don't really know how... I could hurt you!"

"B-bullshit. W-what, did you get kicked out of garrison before shoulder r-relocation 101? You can do this. I trust you."

You shouldn't. The thought ran through Keith's head but he pushed it back. Now's not the time.

Keith nodded and laid Lance down on the sand packed floor. His heart began to race as he stood and walked to Lance's wounded side.

"Just...uh just stay still, I guess."

"Duly noted, mullet." Keith frowned then knelt. He grasped Lance's arm and positioned it at, what was it, a 90 degree angle? Was that what you were supposed you do? Lance tensed.

"Let me guess, this is gonna hurt, huh?" Keith didn't respond but instead began to pull the arm slowly. Lance's breath caught in his throat. A strangled sound escaped his tight lips just before he began to scream. Keith flinched at the sound, but did not relent. Seconds later, with a small pop, Lance's joint fell back into place. The paladin slumped back, exhausted.

"A-again...oww." Lance let a shaky smile snake its way onto his face. Keith, despite himself, smiled back, before breathing deeply and sighing.

"That should do it for now. C'mon Lance, let's get going. We need to find a way to contact Allura...and get away from this landing pad." Keith stood as he talked and reached out for Lance. He pulled the shaky paladin to his feet...only to have him collapse into him. Keith shouted, pain flaring up in his half forgotten injuries.

"Lance! What the hell?! That hurt you-" Keith cut himself off at just the right time. Lance lay on the ground atop Keith, trying to support himself with one arm.

"Huston... We have a problem."

"Lance...?" Keith voice held a warning.

"I can't- I can't f-feel my legs..."

Shit.