*HEAVY ROMANTIC KLANCE AHEAD*
Okay, I had this idea before season 8 came out and I just…couldn't let go of it.
Being the person I was I just couldn't help myself and this is super angsty and it's basically my fantasy of a Klance fight scene that I hoped happened in the show but…obviously didn't. (I would never expect this EXACT scene to happen but I still wanted a Klance fight)
I am not going to go on a rant about the show, but I am going to say I feel like the last season did not really give any character any justice, except maybe Honerva (which is…really weird but alright).
With that said, I am still going to be continuing this series until I literally can't anymore and no one gives me any new ideas.
Enjoy, and tissues may be what's necessary after reading this.
Lance's own heart beat pounded in his ears as he ran through the empty halls of the Galaxy Garrison. The bright, flashing red lights and shrill alarms had cut out some time ago, but he knew the fight still persisted elsewhere.
They were caught off guard. No one knew they were coming until it was too late, and now everyone, no matter how old, was fighting to stay alive.
Everyone was fighting to save all of Earth.
The boots of Lance's armour screeched against the metal floor as he took a sharp left turn, Bayard clutched in a death grip. He had to reach his team, his lion, so they could fight off Honerva's army.
Lance was still reeling at that. He knew there were other Altean's thanks to Romelle, but he didn't process just how many there were until they were entering Earth's atmosphere. The guns on their ships open fired, and the Garrison took critical hits before the shield could be errected.
Lance found another question flitting through his mind as he watched, horrified, as the army swarmed the base, just an hour ago. Why were the Altean's following Honerva?
It was made clear by the Robeast fought off by the Atlas she was using the Altean's as a power source, just live Lotor. So why did they follow her to battle to destroy Voltron, and the only real chance they had of finally being free? By following Honerva, they were throwing away any opportunity to make a new Altea.
Lance shook his head. He couldn't think about the Altean's misguided actions. He needed to find the rest of his team, before…
He found bile rising up in his throat. Lance couldn't even think about what had happened, how he had turned on them. His yellow, rage fueled eyes as his Bayard turned into a sword. The way he had attacked them without hesitation, the way he almost…
No. That monster they had to fight-that they had to subdue by any means-was not Keith. It couldn't have been.
Everything had seemed fine. Other than the approaching army, of course. But as soon as the shield went up, no one was running around in a panic. Everyone was hyper focused on the problem at hand.
Then Keith screamed. Lance didn't think he had heard anything more terrifying in his life.
Keith didn't scream. Sure, he yelled, grunted, scoffed, and even laughed on the very rare occasion. But never, in all the time they had been together with Voltron, had Lance ever heard Keith scream.
It was almost an inhuman sound. Not at all fitting for their stoic, hot-headed leader. And then Keith was on the ground, lying on his back and grasping his head as his back jerked off of the floor in a pain filled spasm. Everyone in the room dropped what they were doing and turned towards the Black Paladin, Shiro's terror filled shout of 'Keith!' the only other sound for almost five whole seconds.
Shiro was the first to find out something was very, very wrong. He was crouched by Keith, trying to get his attention. His flesh hand was on the Black Paladin's cheek. Lance felt himself moving towards Keith as well, the rest of the Paladin's on his heels, when Keith's eyes snapped open.
Lance would never forget the cold knot of terror that swept over him when he saw Keith's yellow, glowing, cat-like eyes.
Suddenly Keith was up and Shiro was sprawled on the ground, knocked out cold from a head-butt. Then Keith was in front of the control panel driving his Bayard, now in sword form, through the shield generator.
And then all Hell broke loose. The orange hue that had colored the room faded, and the crew that could not fight piled to get to the door.
The Paladin's, meanwhile, had to fight their leader without seriously harming him. Which was emotionally and physically a monumental challenge.
Everytime anyone landed a hit, Lance's heart broke just a little bit more. He shook as he watched his friends, his family, fight the one person he reluctantly grew to care about. Lance had stood off to the side, blaster shaking in his hand as he watched Keith take down Pidge and then Hunk, then furiously trading blows with Allura.
Finally, when it looked like Allura would not make it, is when Lance took the shot. It was by no means a killing blow, but it couldn't have felt nice, either.
The blast hit Keith in the arm, distracting him just enough that Pidge, who had quickly regained consciousness, was able to electrocute him into unconsciousness.
Lance's heart twisted at the sight of him, smoke coming off of his armour. No one knew what really happened to him, other than he had unlocked some part of his Galran ruthlessness. The only idea came from Allura, who suggested he may have been affected by Honerva's alchemy, and his unusually strong quintessence was being controlled.
It was the best conclusion they had, and everyone went with it. And it made Lance's hate for the witch grow to immeasurable levels.
They could not waste any time restraining Keith, however. The Paladin's were needed elsewhere, at points where the invading Altean's had broken through. It was quickly decided that Hunk would take Shiro somewhere safe, while the rest of them spread out throughout the Garrison.
In hindsight, that plan was terrible. And now they were all going to pay dearly for it.
Keith had gotten out of the room (which, they had locked and activated the lock down protocol for), and was now fighting all of the Paladin's on the air field.
Lance laboured on every breath as he pumped his legs as fast as he could through the hallways. He was so close to the hangar now, and from there it would a straight shot to the battle. To Keith.
Finally he made it, and Lance activated his Bayard into the familiar weight of his blaster before running through the doors.
What he entered was a bloodbath. An ongoing battle between Altean's and Earthlings raged, and despite the Altean's having the greater advantages, the people of Earth were still holding their own against the assault.
But as much as he wanted to stay and assist, the battle he needed to get to was outside.
Lance ran through the fighting, gunfire, and smoke to the light at the end of the tunnel. The attack had happened just as everyone had finished their dinner, and the sun was only now beginning to set.
The Red Paladin ran into the open, wincing slightly from the change in lighting, before twirling around in search of the fight.
His heart stopped when he saw them.
About 50 yards away he saw Keith currently engaged in combat with Allura once more, with Shiro trying his best to get involved. Hunk, Pidge, and Coran lay on the ground. Hunk and Coran appeared to be conscious, but Pidge was out cold, helmet on the ground a foot from her head.
Lance began a dead sprint over to them, sweat dripping down the side of his face under his helmet. He could taste the salt drip into his mouth, but nothing in that moment mattered more than getting to Keith.
All the sounds of spaceships soaring above, explosions, screams, and gunfire were drowned out as he set his eyes on Keith. On the man he knew would never hurt any of his friends like this. Who deserved better than this path he was forced to take by an evil woman who had nothing more on her mind than revenge.
This was not the Keith he knew. The one who became flustered so easily, and never knew when to quit. Who never wanted to lead Voltron, but stepped up to the plate anyway, and thrived as the Black Paladin.
Whoever he would be fighting was not Keith. But it was Lance's missions to find that Kieth again. By any means necessary.
His eyes hardened, and with a new resolve he entered the battle with a shout, letting loose a barrage of fire towards the monster. Lance briefly caught Shiro's charcoal eyes, filled with relief with Lance's arrival, before they both went charging towards the battle.
The monster saw them coming, and with a snarl he knocked Allura down, who could do no more than lean to the side as she was knocked out with a sharp kick to her face.
Lance saw him raise his sword up, ready to plunge into her body. His breath caught, his minds froze, but his body kept moving. Lance found himself lunging towards the two, Bayard shifting, and a cry ripped out of his throat.
The black swords descent was met with a red broadsword, the two creating a sharp clang of metal. With all his strength, Lance pushed the sword away from Allura's body. The monster stumbled back, but growled and raised his sword once again.
His yellow eyes stared straight at Lance, and he could see no trace of Keith within them. Only rage and bloodlust.
Lance felt Shiro come to a stop beside him, and he changed a glance over at the man to see the determined gaze aimed at him. With a sharp nod, Shiro lunged at the shell of a body.
Lance was not far behind. With another cry, he ran towards the other two. Shiro and Lance took turns sticking blows. Little to none actually made their marks, but it was clear to both Paladin's that the monster was getting exhausted. Unfortunetly, that also meant he was getting desperate.
Shiro launched his mechanical arm at the monsters face. In a split second he dodged, and before Shiro could recover he was on him, sword slashing across his right knee.
Shiro yelled in agony, the sword cutting deep into his flesh. Lance paused a moment in horror, watching as Shiro fell to left knee, and the monster inside Keith's body kicked him to the side. His body went skidding five feet, and the monster made to go finish the job.
Before he could, though, Lance jumped in front of him, locking swords with him. They were both panting with exertion, simply staring at each other.
Bold blue met cruel yellow, and Lance felt as though he were in a different dimension. He was looking at the face of Keith, but the yellow eyes and small, sharp fangs that protruded from his snarl said otherwise. This was not the hot-headed mullet he had grown to care for.
But it was still Keith's body. So that meant he had to be somewhere in there, didn't he? It would be foolish not to try to reach him.
"Keith." Lance panted. "I know you're in there. You have to fight whatever this is."
The thing in Keith's body raised an amused eyebrow, an evil smirk resting on its lips.
"Don't waste your time, Red Paladin. The one you know is gone." the monster replied, still inhaling breathy gasps.
Lance narrowed his eyes and leaned forward, forcing the other to push back. "That's a load of bull. I know Keith, he would never give up that easily. He would never hurt his friends. Never try to kill his family!" Lance spit out, pushing one more time on their interlocked swords.
"Family?" the beast questioned, scoffing. Then, he pulled his sword back. He stuck again, Lance stepping back and taking the blow with his broadsword.
"Family." the monster ground out, once again striking and pushing Lance back a step.
"Means." the beast growled, growing more aggressive with the attacks.
Lance was in over his head. He had been practicing with the broadsword, but only for a couple months, and sporadically at best. This monster, however, had gained Keith's skill with the blades, and was using it to its fullest potential.
Then, as Lance swung just a hair too far back, the beast lunged, sword poised in front of him.
Lance gasped, choking on his next breath as he came face to face with the monster. His eyes widened, and he felt bile rising in his throat once again. He heard people calling his name, voices laced with terror, but all Lance could focus on was the man's face in front of him.
He felt his Bayard transform into its standard form, now loose in his grip. The pain in his stomach flared, the sword digging deeper as the monster leaned closer. His entire chest seized in pain, and Lance tasted the first but of coppery blood start to fill his mouth.
"Nothing." he whispered, only inches from Lance's helmet. Lance groaned as the monster twisted the sword just slightly, causing even more flames to lick across his abdomen.
His vision was becoming slightly black around the edges. Lance knew that he had not nearly lost enough blood yet to have the possibility of going unconcious, but the shock alone was almost enough. Heck, the beasts grip on the sword was the only thing keeping him standing.
But he still hadn't completed his mission. He still needed to bring Keith back. There was no way he was leaving this monster here with his friends and family as he bled out on the ground. They would be joining him in minutes if he did that.
Lance felt tears slip from the corners of his eyes at the decision. It was the only way.
"Some Paladin you are." the monster snarled as he saw the tears.
It was the only way.
"What did you expect would happen?"
It was the only way.
"Did you really think everyone would come out of this invasion alive?"
It was for his friends.
"So naive."
It was for his family.
"So stupid."
It was for Keith.
"So weak."
Lance summoned all the strength he could, and in a flash his sword was back and his arm thrust forward.
The monster choked, slowly looking down towards the red broadsword now embedded in his abdomen. His eyes were wide, and slowly his grip on the bayard in Lance's own stomach disappeared.
His grip went completely, the Black Bayard reverting back to its original form and falling to the ground. Lance soon followed it, collapsing to his knees before falling to his side, arms wrapped around his abdomen.
It hurt so much. Nothing even compared to the pain Lance felt as he hit the ground. He heard the Red Bayard hit the ground beside him, and another body joined his on the dirt.
Lance's vision was fading fast, and he felt his breath getting shorter. It was getting so hard to breathe. Every inhale was a struggle, and each time less and less oxygen was getting into his lungs.
But he did it. He may be as good as dead, but so was the monster.
So was Keith.
His heart panged, and new tears streamed down his face. Lance didn't think it would end like this. He never wanted it to end like this.
But it was the only way.
Lance heard him groan beside him, and he managed to drag his head so he was staring at his face. The yellow eyes were now scrunched in pain, his entire face a picture of pure agony.
Yet even through his own fizzy vision, he saw the fight draining out of him. The sticky blood puddle had been growing steadily beneath both of them, and soon there would be no more blood to give.
Lance felt his body slowly going lax. He could no longer feel his legs, and all the muscles everywhere else refused to contract. The pain in his stomach was lessening, and his head was becoming fuzzy.
But he could still use his arms.
In one last act, Lance slowly dragged his arm towards Keith's, which was now limp. He latched on as hard as he could, taking whatever comfort he could.
He saw Keith's face, eyes back to their regular purple, face relaxed, but empty. Lifeless.
Like he was about to be.
Lance knew his family would grieve. But he hoped they would understand. He hoped Voltron would understand why he did what he did. That this was the only way either of them won.
He felt one more tear fall onto his face. His breathing was now almost non-existent, and his vision felt like a shaking, TV screen white noise.
There were two, loud, mechanical roars, and then there was nothing but an endless, black void.
~To be Continued~
Sorry not sorry.
~Atatami