JUST SO PEOPLE KNOW! I LOVE Space daddy, and i feel bad making him basically the bad guy, but someone had to. Along with Allura, these two are just jerks! But in reality I love them both. I apologize that I am making Space Daddy look so bad!
"You BASTARD!" Lotor shrieked. All sense of reasoning had left him as he curled Lance's unconscious body in his arms. He had never felt such pain, even after being beaten countless times as a child by his father, to the point of death. Even after loosing his mother to be consumed by quintessence and become the dark druid she is now. None of that could compare to the pain he was feeling over Lance.
The generals had all but tackled Shiro and forced him to his knees, Zethrid yanking his head up. Shiro hissed, a low growl rumbling in his throat.
Narti had moved away from Shiro to go to Lotor's aid. She leaned down, pressing a hand to Lance's chest.
"I had to!" Shiro yelled, struggling against the generals. "Allura made me! She wanted Lance back. You are a Galra! You don't deserve someone like him!"
"This was about who deserved Lance?" Acxa growled. "What kind of friend, what kind of team leader would try to force his old teammate back by means of hurting or killing?"
Shiro scowled. "She had her reasons! Anyway I wasn't going to kill him... just immobilize him enough for me to take him back. You better let me go, or i will have the rest of the lions come to my aid!"
Lotor turned his head swiftly towards Shiro, his hair flying every which way as he snarled. "The only people who would go this far are you and Princess Allura! I don't know the rest of your teammates well, but I know they would never wish harm to Lance!"
Shiro glared at him as Lotor slid Lance into Narti's arms and stood up. He walked slowly towards Shiro, pulling out his own long sword. "I thought you and the other's had accepted our relationship. What could you possibly think could come from forcing us apart? Do you think Lance would be happy? Forced to be with all of you?"
Shiro spat at the ground, blood followed along with spit. "He is human like the rest of team voltron is! Aside from Allura and Coran. He is one of us. You galra are evil, destructive people. He is better off being with a human scum bag than the likes of you!"
"YOU are the one harming Lance! Not me!" Lotor roared, he darted forward and sliced Shiro's shoulder with ease. Shiro cried out, gritting his teeth as Zethrid forced his head up to look at Lotor.
"We... we cannot win this war without Lance.. You have to give him back to us!"
Lotor growled. "After what you have done to him? I would rather die than give him back to you!" Lotor raised his sword, ready to end Shiro's life once and for all, but he paused.
"No..." Lotor spoke, lowering his arm. "Lance would not want this. He is kind and forgiving. Despite all the pain you have caused him, he would not want me to end you with my own hands."
Shiro's eyes were wild as he continued to struggle against the generals. Lotor clicked his tongue, and Zethrid shoved Shiro's head down; hard. Lotor peered at his neck, and saw a faint glow still on Shiro's neck.
"As I thought, you had been controlled, but still had some of your free will. You can blame only Allura in this all you want, but you let your rage control you. The Omestaa feeds off rage and makes the user go out of control... Once this fades, you will come to your senses. Take him to the cells." Lotor barked. The generals dragged a kicking Shiro up and out of the hangar.
Lotor felt his anger subside as he turned back to Lance, sliding to his knees as Narti held him. Narti lifted her head up as Lotor approached.
"You can talk to me through our minds, correct?" Lotor demanded. Narti nodded. 'It is a special connection I discovered recently. I apologize for not telling you sooner.'
Lotor waved his hand in a dismissive manner, using his other to touch Lance's chest. "I don't care about that. Is he alright?"
'He will be fine. Luckily the sword missed his vital organs. We need to take him to the medical bay though, he needs to be properly looked at.'
Lotor wasted no time in picking Lance up in his arms and rushing him to the medical bay, with Narti following quietly. He glanced down at Lance's beaten up face, and his heart churned. The pounding in his ears was the only thing he could hear.
'Lance... stay with me... please...'
The two reached the Medical bay and Lotor laid Lance gently down on the bed. Narti turned on a monitor and started attaching small wires and needles to Lance as Lotor summoned the other generals to come.
In a matter of seconds Ezor and Acxa rushed in and were quick to get to work. "Thank the stars he is alive!" Ezor spoke, checking his vitals on her monitor. The three generals were hard at work as Lotor paced the floor.
Zethrid walked in a few minutes later and noticed Lotor's uneasiness. She placed a hefty hand on his shoulder, stilling his movements. "He will be fine Prince Lotor. He is strong, for a human anyway."
Lotor pursed his lips but nodded. He had lost many close friends and those he cared deeply about in the past, but this could not compare to any of those losses. It felt as if part of his being had been ripped from him and torn to pieces right in front of his eyes.
'Lance.. I need you... come... come back to me.. please..'
He felt lost.
Lotor and Lance may have only known each other for a few months, but it felt like so much longer. It felt as if they had been together for an eternity. Lance was Lotor's mate, and the thought of losing his mate was killing him.
'Lance... I.. no.. I can't... I can't lose you... please. It hurts... why does everything hurt...? Lance... Lance... Lance...'
"He has lost a large amount of blood..." Ezor's voice invaded Lotor's numb mind, bringing him back to reality.
Acxa and Narti were trying to stop the wound to keep anymore blood from flowing. Lotor felt his hands shake, he looked down at himself and that's when he noticed the large amount of blood covering his entire chestplate.
Lotor felt his body grow cold, he looked towards Lance, where his generals worked. He was a leader, he was their leader; yet he didn't know what to do. No matter what happened, Lotor was a strong, dependent leader. But all his mind could think of was Lance, nothing else mattered.
"We need to get him more." Acxa spoke. "we need to find someone with his blood type! What is his blood type?"
"It's O negative. But none of us have the same blood type as humans." Ezor cried out, turning towards Acxa in defeat. "Unless Shiro is the same blood type, there isn't anything we can do."
Lotor slammed his fist into a nearby wall, upset and angry. The generals stopped their movements to look at him. "Do... do not give up so easily!" Lotor spat out, he turned, grabbed a syringe and rushed out of the Medical Bay and towards the cells.
He heard grunting and pounding as he made his way towards the cell Shiro was in. Shiro's eyes were wild, and he spat angrily at Lotor when he appeared. Lotor tried to remain cool, but every inch of his body wanted to beat Shiro up for hurting his Lance.
"What is your blood type?" Lotor spoke, his voice shaking.
Shiro eyed him. "What? Why do you care?"
Lotor slammed his free hand against the bars, metal ringing throughout the hold. "Lance is DYING because of you! What is your blood type?"
Shiro glared at him. "A positive."
Lotor felt his heart drop for what seemed the hundredth time. "I should have killed you the second you allowed me on your Castle."
Lotor turned and rushed out, an angry yelling Shiro called after him. He entered the Medical Bay and the generals all turned to him, hopeful.
Lotor slammed the syringe down on a nearby table, shattering it and cutting his hand. "He isn't the right blood type..."
Everyone showed sympathetic looks as Acxa and Narti finished covering the wound and placing pressure on it. "Do you think that is enough?" Zethrid asked.
Ezor shook her head. "He needs blood, he lost too much. Maybe if we called the Castle, one of them has the same bloo-"
"There isn't time..." Lotor gritted his teeth.
"...Use mine." He spoke softly. Acxa stood up. "Sir! Galra blood is different from human blood. We don't know what it could do to him! Not to mention you are also part Altean as well!"
"We don't have many other options now do we?" Lotor said, walking towards a nearby chair as he sat down. Lotor removed his gauntlet and gloves, shoving his sleeve up and baring his arm. Ezor seemed uncertain, but Lotor's piercing glare did the trick.
She gathered some needles, and sat down, working on collecting some of Lotor's blood. The room was silent as she worked, and after collecting 5 syringes full of Lotor's blood, she started to move to the next step. Lotor grabbed her wrist, stilling her movements. "More.. Take more."
Ezor nodded, and continued to collect blood until Lotor started to wobble a bit in his seat.
"I.. I think that is enough." She said, before Lotor growled. "No.. more!"
"We take anymore, and you will lose consciousness sir!" Acxa spoke. Lotor bared his teeth at her. "You will obey my orders, all of you. Don't stop until I tell you too!"
Ezor obediently continued to work on him until Lotor nearly fell out of his chair, dizzy and seeing stars. "That is definitely more than enough Lotor!" Acxa cried out, reaching out to still his movements. Lotor just nodded, using her body as support.
Ezor worked on transferring all the blood into a bag and getting it ready for transfusion. Zethrid had left during this transaction, but had returned with some water and food for Lotor. He accepted it gratefully, but kept his eyes trained on Lance.
Ezor began the transfusion, and all watched silently. Nothing changed for a moment, but after a minute Lance's body convulsed and his body slowly started to gain color again. Lotor felt relief spread throughout his body.
"His body seems to be taking Lotor's blood just fine. It is possible changes may occur later, or his body may reject it at some point, but for now it is working." Ezor spoke, looking at her monitor.
Lotor felt a smile tug at his lips. "Lance..." he whispered.
Lotor felt incredibly drained, trying to stand up and failing. "Hold on there boss." Zethrid spoke, walking up and sliding Lotor's arm over her shoulder. "He is going to be just fine. Let's get you to your room so you can rest while he does the same."
"N-no... I need to stay by... his side." Lotor groaned. "All of us will take turns watching him, he will be under our constant watch every tick. You can relax." Acxa spoke.
"We got this Lotor. We won't let anything bad happen to him under our care." Ezor spoke, smiling. Narti nodded, her presence in his mind rather soothing.
Lotor was too exhausted to respond, so he just nodded, practically being carried by Zethrid as she took him to his room.
Zethrid brought Lotor into his giant bedroom, helping him to bed. Lotor's bed suddenly felt way too big for him; he needed Lance. He glanced at Zethrid, and she nodded. "I will alert you the moment he wakes up."
Lotor could only muster a small smile for her, and as she left and slid his door closed, he felt his body release all the tension as he let his dreams consume him.
Alot of you guys were not happy with me for my previous cliffy, and part of me feels bad... but i mean, it makes me happy people care so much about the story to yell at me. i have been on your sides as well, being the reader and having to feel the pain of a writer's cliffy. Granted i was determined not to keep you guys waiting forever, especially for something as bad as i did in the previous chapter! Love you all!
Also if anyone does art, i would totally love to see fanart of Lotor and Lance that i could share in my story and get you all some recognition! Plus i just love the beans, and they need more art!
Note that i have no idea how a blood transfusion works, i looked it up online, and that's about as much as i know. I know that O types can only receive from O types, but if i am wrong, i apologize. I never paid attention in science :P
Comment lovelies!