"Allura!" The Blue Paladin jumped to his feet and ran to his teammate's side. She looked so small, her body laying on the cold floor of the ship they were in. Her eyes were squeezed shut as she clutched her lower abdomen. It was the spot in between her armor, one of the only places she had vulnerable. Which was why it was so easy for Lotor's blade to puncture through.

Lance fell to his knees beside his fallen friend and without hesitation, he gently pulled her onto his lap and he cradled her weak form.

"Stay with me, Princess. It's going to be alright. Everything will be alright." His words came out like a plea as if he were begging for them to be true. His own body shook from the adrenaline coursing through his veins and the hot tears streaming freely down his face. He placed his right hand over her own and added pressure to her wound, knowing he needed to stop the bleeding the best he could, but the attempt was in vain as the thick, crimson liquid continued to pour down her side. The sticky substance stained his uniform as his grip on her body strengthened and he deepened his embrace.

"Please, Allura, stay with me." He cried as he leaned closer to her and buried his face in her snowy white hair. He slowly rocked her in his arms and his chest shook from the force of his sobs.

"Lance." He heard her weakly call to him, saying his name in her unique way that always made him feel as if he were walking on clouds. He pulled away just enough so he could meet her turquoise gaze, but his heart ripped as he noticed her eyes had lost their usual sparkle.

She looked so weak in his arms. She felt so light and fragile. He could not believe that the courageous princess he knew and cared for more than anything he had ever cared for before, was barely breathing in his hold.

"I'm here Princess." He cooed to her, hoping his words would bring her some kind of comfort and reassurance. His eyes never left her face as she strained to lift her arm. Before he could stop her, he felt the soft touch of her palm brush against his messy bangs, then slowly slide down the side of his face until she caressed his cheek.

He instinctively leaned into her touch and somehow, it began to calm the raging storm inside of him. His closed the second her fingers grazed his skin, but now they fluttered back open to look back at the woman he held against him. She a small smile on her face, even as she struggled with every breath and her dark skin lost its chocolate color.

"You've…always…been there…haven't you." She said meekly and in between each gasp of air.

Lance knitted his eyebrows in confusion, but his voice was only filled with worry. "Don't talk Allura. Please, save your strength. Help will come."

She blinked at him, her smile never leaving her face. "Thank you…Lance. For…always being there…for me."

She allowed herself to fall into the depths of his blue eyes one last time before her entire world went dark.

"Allura!" The grief-stricken boy screamed as he gave her body a violent shake. He laid her back on the floor and without a thought, began pressing down on her chest. He counted with each pump, only stopping to pinch her nose and to press his lips against her's in order to blow life-giving oxygen into her lungs. Time felt as if it had stopped completely as he performed the lifesaving technique over and over again until his own body became too exhausted to continue.

He crunched over her still form and hung onto her as if he were about to drown. The only sound that could be heard was his sobs as they echoed off the metal walls. He remembered the feeling of when she had broken his heart. It was like she had shattered it and all that was left were hundreds of the glass-like pieces stabbing his chest. This was nothing compared to that. It was as if she had taken his soul. He had never felt so alone or so empty. When he watched in horror as she jumped in front of him and Lotor's sword stabbed through her in a final blow that was meant for him, he saw his life, their lives, flash before his eyes. Now as he lay over the lifeless body of the only girl he had ever loved, he knew that a part of him had died as well.

He pushed himself up just enough to hover above her face. Her eyes were closed and her lips swollen from the force he had put into his attempts to make her breath. Her skin was more of a caramel color now, as the blood continued to pull away. Her Altean markings right below her eyes were no longer pink, but rather a light grey. He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to remember her this way. Instead, he pictured her with her skin as dark oak, her markings as pink as the early morning sky, and her eyes as dazzling as the ocean. That was the Allura he knew - his Allura.

Slowly, he leaned closer to her and gingerly his lips covered hers. He kept them there for only a couple of heartbeats, before pulling away and gently resting his forehead on her own.

"Te Amo, Princesa." He whispered breathlessly. "I love you, Princess."

As if his admission had broken a curse, the woman's body began to glow with a magical pink hue. As soon as he noticed the light surround his body, he jerked himself back and watched as he body began to glow even brighter. Reluctantly, Lance had to cover his eyes, shielding them from the intensity of the light. It felt like hours had passed before the light slowly began to dim. He uncovered his eyes but did not move until the pink glow had completely left her body. Once it had, he crawled back over to her still unmoving form. However, he noticed her markings were shining a white that matched her hair. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and as soon as his fingertips touched her cheeks, her eyes flung open and he heard her gasp for air. He nearly fell back from the surprise.

She tried to sit up but gasped as a sharp pain shot upside. Lance quickly caught her before she could fall back down and hit her head on the solid floor. He glanced down and noticed her wound was gone and the bleeding had stopped, but the pain must still have been there. Still, he could not hold back his relief as he looked back into her eyes, rapidly filling back with color. He grinned when he saw the familiar sparkle return in them.

"Lance?" She questioned as she looked back at him, blinking her eyes as if she were only blinking back sleep. "What happened?" Her voice was hoarse and yet it was like music to his ears.

"I-I don't know. You were…you were…" He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud, afraid it would somehow jinx them. "This pink light suddenly appeared and you looked it you did when you brought Shiro back from the dead." He voice caught at the end.

Allura watched him shake his head as if to clear it of the horrible events that had transpired just moments ago. His cheeks and eyes were red from his tears. At this point, she thought he looked worse off than her. He seemed so broken and scared, it made her heartache. Her eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips and she felt a strong pull towards them. For the first time, she did not fight it. She wrapped her hands on either side of his head and pulled him down to meet her awaiting lips. She kissed him with as much passion as she could bear and she pushed all her emotions she had bottled up for so long into the kiss.

Lance's lips were still for a moment, caught off guard by her forcefulness, but he quickly recovered. She could feel him melt into the kiss and felt his hand slip under her hair as he tilted his face to the side. This action deepened the kiss and she could not stop the moan that rose up in her throat. She wanted to keep the kiss going, never wanting to leave the comfort of his closeness, but she was still weak from having just died. She slowly backed away, but when her eyes met his, their gazes locked on each other.

"I love you, Lance." She said breathlessly as her confession hung on the air in between them. She watched as his lips pulled up in a large grin and felt him give the side of her face a gentle squeeze.

"I love you, Allura." His words filled her with a new life and she realized it had been so long since she had felt so undoubtedly, so completely loved. He wrapped his arms around her back into a tight, but strong embrace. She buried her face into the crook of his neck and allowed his familiar scent and the sounds of his whispered sweet nothings to loll her to sleep.

Based on the following post on Tumblr: post/178763723205/hows-this-for-a-scenario-in-s8-since-we-know