Note: This is a one shot idea. I was just thinking and I had the awful idea of making Lance deaf, which is probably going to wreck my soul, and I'm living for the headcanon that Lance calls Keith "lobito". Here we go anyways, with something that's going to wreck me and everyone who is mega sensitive to these kinds of things! The bold is Lance reading Keith's lips, and italics is someone speaking in a memory, just for reference. Also, I'll include spanish translations at the bottom for the few times when Lance speaks spanish in this fic. This is all mostly unedited, so please tell me if there are any errors I missed! Hope you enjoy!

Chapter One (Maybe?)

Soaking rain was the first sensation that returned to his numb body. Then the faint ringing in his ears and the pain in his left leg. Or was it his right leg? He couldn't tell. He could hardly form a cognitive thought, let alone process where he was. His vision was sprinkled with stars, which shouldn't be there, and his eyes watered as rain soaked his face, stinging as it touched the cuts. With a groan, he sat up, rubbing his forehead. His head was full of thundering pain as he assessed his wounds, a long cut running up his left leg, the armor torn off and black fabric scattered and blowing in the nearly nonexistent wind. Scarlet oozed down his arms and his face as he looked for his helmet, only to see the shattered remains of it nearby. Who knew Altean armor was so flimsy? Besides inadequately covering his vital organs besides his heart and lungs, it was impressively fragile. Lance let out another agonized noise, the ringing covering it all up. The only way he knew he was even making noise was because of the air coming out of his lungs. He started to push himself up, only to succumb to bright pain behind his eyes and a dizzying sensation as he fell back onto the ground.

This wasn't good. Lance remembered Shiro ordering him to go after a stray galra soldier, taking Keith and Hunk with him as Pidge commandeered one of the galra vehicles. "Just don't do anything stupid, Lance." Shiro's voice echoed in his head as the memory of the pilot of the black lion replayed over and over in his head. "Do not engage unless it's absolutely necessary." Lance had been stupid, doing just that, as per usual. The galra had ambushed him, and Lance didn't even have a few seconds before there were claw marks across his arm and he was chasing after the galra through the rocky desert. Ashes rained down as Lance remembered the sound of the galra jeering as they activated the bomb. "I'm taking you down with me!"

The bomb was rigged to explode in seconds. Lance was blown back against the rocks, and everything went black. Now here he was, stranded and alone, the other paladins probably looking for him over the hills. He could almost envision Hunk and Pidge using every possible scanned they could to find him, and Shiro telling Keith not to go find him. Shiro said he couldn't lose two of them in the same day. It was all in his head, he reminded himself, crawling across the ground as slowly as he dared. The pain made each movement like hauling rocks behind him, and he wanted to escape the pain, clawing desperately at his leg as he collapsed on his side. It's okay. No es tan peor como vea. He thought, tears of pain clouding his eyes.

As a child, Lance remembered falling out of a tree. The air had rushed out of his lungs, the terrifying feeling of emptiness inside suddenly coming over him. He'd cried, screamed because he needed to hear himself, that he needed the reassurance that his voice was still there, that someone was coming to help him. His mother had arrived a few short minutes later, and his sister had pulled him to his feet, carrying him to the car. The terror of the stifling silence of the drive had driven him to sobs, his siblings trying to calm him down as they arrived at the small doctors office. He'd broken his arm, but he'd never felt so terrified when he fell out of that tree, thinking no one was going to come running for him. He didn't want to be alone like that ever again.

In flight school, he remembered Keith, the rough showoff that was at the top of his class. Keith never talked much, but Lance always was the cocky one, thinking he was going to become the best pilot the Galaxy Garrison had ever known, just like his idol, Takashi Shirogane. Keith had always ignored him, making Lance more determined to become important to the illusive boy. Keith had finally snapped, shouting at Lance to shut up and leave him alone. Lance had never felt so hurt. He'd just tried to be nice! After that day, Lance felt he needed to prove himself, to show Kogane that he was worthy of his attention. He'd even snuck into the simulators late at night, going through each course for hours and hours on end. Kogane still ignored him. Once the Kerberos mission failed, Kogane vanished for a few years, having dropped out of the academy. Lance never thought he'd see him again until he spotted the atrocious mullet of his biggest competitor, and helped rescue Takashi Shirogane from the Garrison Quarantine. He'd never think he'd see Keith again. Maybe that explained why Lance wanted to see him again right now, just to hear his voice and know he was safe.

When the drone blew up the crystal, Lance remembered shooting Sendak in the arm, waking up at the sound of Pidge struggling and Keith fighting. He remembered the way those purple eyes met his in desperation when Keith knelt beside him, supporting the half- dead latino. "We are a good team…" Lance remembered saying, before the blackness swallowed him. In the stasis pod, he remembered the faint memory of Keith coming and sitting beside the pod, confessing his worst secrets. Saying things that Lance had never heard someone so confident, someone so strong like Keith say. He remembered stumbling out of the pod in a white suit, the faces of the other paladins and Keith's jealous purple eyes staring at him with anger and disgust as Lance flirted with Allura. "I cradled you in my arms!" Keith had said, when Lance lied through his teeth about not remembering.

I know, Lobito. I know you did.

Lance even remembered when he sparred with Keith for the first time, after a close combat fight with a few galra soldiers. He remembered the way Keith's black shirt and gloves gripped his nimble frame tightly, and how the muscles in Keith's legs flexed as he darted around each of Lance's blows, before knocking Lance on his rear. Keith's laugh when Lance complained about the fight not being fair had blown Lance's whole world off its hinges. Lance wanted to hear that laugh until he died, he wanted Keith to laugh at him, laugh with him, whatever. He just wanted to hear that joyous noise come out of Keith's throat one more time. He just wanted to feel Keith's calloused hand, to see the red paladin pulling him to his feet to go for another round. He just wanted that voice to tell him he would get the hang of it eventually.

Lance resisted the urge to sob as rain began to pour around him. Stupid convenience rain. He cursed the rain's odd appearing act as the cool drops began to wash away his tears. They're never going to come back for me. They probably think I'm still going after that guy.

Another memory surfaced, that one time when Lance had a fever of 103.2 degrees, and had woken up in the middle of the night. It had been after they'd visited a beautiful beach planet, and he'd felt so horrible he'd gone to Keith. Keith, of all the people he could have gone to. The red paladin had opened the door almost immediately, bringing Lance inside and wrapped him up in blankets. Keith had only left the room for a few minutes to go get Shiro, and then had stayed by Lance's side for the rest of the night and the next day while Lance was stuck in a hazy world of pain. "Disculpame…" Lance remembered muttering, crying from the awful pain swirling around in his head. "Disculpame, por favor."

"Lance!" Keith's face cut through the images, hovering right in front of the Cuban's face. "Lance, answer me!"

"Lobito?" Lance murmured, thinking he was hallucinating. No way Keith could be here. No amount of wishes could spirit Keith to him, no matter how many there were. No. Lance was delusional from blood loss. He had to be.

Keith visibly relaxed, his hands resting on both sides of Lance's face. "Yeah, I'm here. Just hang on, Lance."

Lance nodded, desperately trying to keep his weighted eyelids open. He had to do it for Keith. His blue eyes were distant as the other paladins came into view. "Lance!" Pidge looked terrified, and rightfully so. Shiro tried to block Pidge's view, glancing behind them at something off into the distance. "We have to go. The galra will be here any minute."

Keith nodded, looking over to Hunk, who had his big gun out, waiting for a reason to shoot any galra that came close. "Hunk, give me a hand!"

Hunk nodded, letting Pidge take his place. The yellow paladin's bayard vanished in a small flash of light as he knelt beside Lance, picking up the blue paladin as gently as he could. "Hang in there, Lance. You're safe now."

Lance let out a little groan as his leg shifted, feeling useless and tired. He just wanted to lay down on his bed back at home and curl up for a while to sleep. He wanted to go back to Earth already, he wanted to see his family again to let them know he was safe.

Most of all, he just wanted to get out of this nightmare.

Note: Disculpame- forgive me

Por favor- please

Anyways, that's a lot of angst for one chapter. Mostly Langst, but hey, I'm not complaining. Let me know what you think, and if I should continue this story, or leave it at fade to black. Thanks for reading!