Disclaimer: I do not own Voltron or any of its characters.

Rating/Setting: Rating is T for kissing and groping. I know, who knew that I would write a story with some mild groping? Flavor is DotU, but is part of the "Just a Kiss" story arc. 1. Just a Kiss, 2. Shirts vs Skins, 3. More, and , Answers, and Intrigue. You really need to read them all to make sense of the story. Stories 1-3 are all pretty short and should be a quick read if you are interested.

Author's Note: Very short chapter. However a few reviews could prompt me to post another one tomorrow. ;-D


Chapter Eleven

Isis braced herself for her meeting with Lance. He was a smart man; he would know there was a spy in the Castle. It was her job to convince him now that it wasn't her. She cared about him. In fact, she had grown to care about all of them but especially him. Her perception of the Princess had greatly changed but she felt that she was on a course of action that she couldn't change and now here she was, part of a group that had kidnapped the Voltron Commander. Isis' chest was tight as she rang the chime on Lance's door. He had called her earlier saying he was back and asking for her to come over. The door opened and she threw herself into his arms. "I'm so glad you're safe," she said as she hugged him tightly.

Lance held her gently. "I'm fine, barely a scratch, but who knows what is happening to Keith."

Pushing back, she looked up at him. "So it's true. I heard the staff talking. They were saying that the commander had been kidnapped but I could hardly believe it." Her eyes grew wide as she asked, "Was it Lotor?"

Lance shook his head no. If she was the spy, she was a great actress. "Not Drules this time. This time it was Arusians."

"I don't understand," she said as he led her into his room. "Why would anyone on Arus want to kidnap Keith?"

The soft sofa was calling out Lance's name and he gratefully sank into it. He felt somewhat guilty that he was sitting in this comfort while Keith was being held captive. His eyes closed as he answered, "That's what we need to find out."

Isis knew that the princess would have already received the list of demands. It seemed that Lance didn't trust her enough to share that information with her. And she couldn't blame him for that in the least. "Well, I hope that you find him quickly."

"So do I," Lance replied with his eyes still shut. He opened them and looked at her. "It's been a long day and tomorrow will be even longer."

Hopping up, Isis quickly said, "I understand, Lance. You need to rest. I'm just glad you're safe." She leaned over to plant a quick kiss on his forehead. "Maybe I can see you tomorrow night?"

"Maybe," he replied laconically.

"Good night," she whispered on her way out.

Lance looked at the door. Perhaps he should follow her but he didn't think she'd do anything tonight, even if she were the spy. Too much going on around the castle. Odd behavior would be noticed. He closed his eyes. He'd figure out a way to check on her tomorrow.

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Keith lay on the bed as the lights dimmed for the night. The search for him must have been going on for hours. Wherever he was, it wasn't easy to find especially with a cloak. Most likely he was here until someone made a mistake or the spy was found. Allura couldn't negotiate with the Circle; it would set a bad precedent. He closed his eyes and prayed that the Circle would be willing to let him go when she refused to concede. Somehow he felt it would be an unanswered prayer.

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Allura lay in her bed wide awake. She had been in bed for over an hour but sleep refused to come. What am I going to do? More importantly, what will they do when I refuse their demands? Visions of a beaten and bloody Keith flashed through her mind. "No," she whispered. Her eyes closed as she went back to their first kiss on the shore near the Lake Bridge. These were the images that she filled her mind with as she finally drifted off to sleep.