Not many people can say that they're a paladin of Voltron. It was something Lance and Katie took pride in. Because the lions don't choose just anyone, you have to be special. They knew that it meant commitment as protectors of the universe. There would be war or there could be peace. They were prepared for either. But Lance wasn't prepared for this.
Keith was having a hard time leading the team with his severe injuries. Hunk was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion and treating people's wounds. Allura was doing her best trying to defeat the powerful aliens, but it was all in vain. Pidge... oh, god there was so much blood everywhere. She had gotten off her lion to attempt to break into the aliens main war ship. The central. All had been well. Lance accompanied her to make sure she had some form of backup.
The plan was nearly successful. The war was beginning to slowly turn. But at the very last moment, after all that hoping and praying, they lost a team member. Or rather they were losing one. And Lance was losing everything. His fiancé, his child. He was losing his world.
He glared at the men and women that dared to take his source of happiness from his life. His eyes shrieked bloody murder and the desperate whimpers that came from him was soon replaced with an unholy snarl. The soldiers were soon met with a lion and a pair of armored fists.
Lance was corrupted by a fiery rage. His chest was tight and anxious from the overwhelming feeling of vengeance. When his hands felt too numb, he fell on his wobbly knees, crawling towards a bloody, barely breathing Pidge. Lance felt like throwing up at the sight of all the blood surrounding her small body. She was so fucking small and frail. God dammit!
"Pidge. Katie. Babe, stay with me. Keith and the rest are coming here. You need to stay alive, okay?" Lance was a mess. His voice cracking with every word he managed to say.
Her eyes were droopy and her painful frown turned into small smile. Katie's lively eyes were beginning to look dull, her rosy cheeks turned pale. Beads of sweat danced on her forehead with the beat of her painfully slow heartbeat.
"Haley. For our baby. I really liked that name," she managed to wheeze out.
Lance couldn't stand to see her like this.
"No, Katie! Keep your eyes open. Baby, mi cielo! Don't close your eyes, please," Lance sobbed. His vision was consumed with tears. They didn't get to start they're family yet! She hasn't given birth yet! She was barely a month in. Everything was swaying and he couldn't breathe anymore. Lance felt hopeless. If only it were him instead of her.
"Look, Lance," Katie pointed at the rising sun," sunrise. A new day..." Her breathing stopped completely, and all was silent except for Lance's wails of desperation for his lost love and child.