Hello. So the plot and majority of the story was written before season 3 came out. I finished all the revisions and adding some additions after the season came out. So please do pretend the events in the third season did not happen for the most part.

Also in case this story seems weirdly separated or timed, please know that this was written in one straight flow at first, not separate chapters, because I first wrote this story just for the sake of writing. Later on I decided to post it so I just took the different scenes of the story and made them different chapters to make reading easier.

Warning: I do not speak Spanish. I only took enough Spanish class to get my foreign language credits. Sorry if the Spanish seems a bit weird.

Disclaimer: I don't own a thing. This show does not belong to me. Please don't sue me, I'm innocent.

"Where are you my little blue paladin? Come out from wherever you are."

Lance curses under his breath. He's bruised, unable to run, and alone. A bad combination. All he can do now is pray he can hide from Lotor until he finds a way off this ship.

Pain spreads throughout his leg as his open cut begins to sting more. Damn galra soldier. He took that hit so Pidge could escape. That what got him stuck on this ship without his team.

At least they all escape safely and got what we came for. Now I just have to find a way out of here.

Blue took Pidge back since they only took Red and Blue with them. Hunk was on Red with Keith.

Lance holds his breath as he hears footsteps come closer to where he is. He can't run away from Lotor and he sure as hell can't fight against him without his bayard, which is nowhere to be found.

As the footsteps sound closer Lance begins to worry.

What am I going to do?

"Found you."

Lotor lifts Lance up with ease from his hiding spot. Lance glares at the galra prince.

"Let me go." Lance says.

"Never paladin. You're mine now." Lotor replies.

He carries Lance away, over his shoulder, as Lance tries to fight against his grip.

"Why you cabrón irritante! ¡Suéltame tú peludo morado!" Lance yells.

"What a weird language. I didn't realize you could speak another language little paladin, how interesting." Lotor says.

"I speak that language better than this one, you'd be surprised what I say." Lance mumbles under his breath.

Lotor heard him though and laughs.

"You are feisty blue paladin. I like that. I will have fun with you." Lotor says.

Lance scoffs.

"You better have your fun now because I won't be here for too long. My team will come and save me." Lance replies.

"Keep saying that blue. Maybe you'll begin to believe it, though we both know they aren't coming back for you." Lotor says with a chuckle.

"They will come back for me." Lance argues.

"Of course of course." Lotor says.

Lotor brings Lance into a cold room and chains him to the wall. He caresses Lance's face.

"We're going to have plenty of fun together paladin." He says.

He digs his sharp claws into Lance's face and draws blood. Lance hisses.

"You better get used to this because you'll be here a long time."