Shiro and Lance had been taken by surprise while on a diplomatic mission.
They hadn’t expected any problems on what was meant to be a peaceful planet, so they were dressed in their casual clothing.
Without their weapons or armour the two Paladins were captured by the waiting Galra without much resistance.
Hours later Lance woke up chained to the wall with dried blood plastered to the side of his face.
Judging from how his vision swam and the intense pain behind his eyes, it was a safe bet that he had a concussion.
Lance vaguely registered someone calling his name, but it sounded like they were talking through water.
“Lance! Come on Kiddo.”
Lance looked up in the direction of the voice to see a black blob talking to him.
It took him a minuet to realise the blob must of been Shiro.
“Shiro?” Lance mumbled the movement causing his to moan in pain.
“Yeah bud I’m here. Do you remember where we are?” Shiro asked, he sounded panicked but Lance couldn’t figure out why.
Shiro cursed softly under his breath. “No lance. Look we’ve been captured by the Galra. I don’t know if they got the rest of the team but I need you to try and stay awake. Ok bud?”
Lance didn’t know if he nodded or not. But he must of made some kind of movement because his head was spinning and dark spots were dancing across his vision.
“Hurts” Lance wimmpered.
“I know Bud… I’ll get you out of here I promise.”
Just then the cell door opened and two large Galra walked in.
Shiro instantly started thrashing about yelling at them.
Lance could tell that Shiro was trying to gain their attention. He was protecting him.
And Lance wasn’t going to let him do that.
Growing up Lance had always been flexible. If he hadn’t of gone to the Garrison he had always wanted to be a gymnast. It was like flying without a plane.
Even through his concussed haze Lance was able to remember how to dislocate his thumbs and pull them out of the cuffs.
Lance was sure it would hurt when he was a bit more coherent. Bit for now he had to save Shiro.
The Galra were so focused on the Black Paladin, that they didn’t notice Lance until after he grabbed the blaster from one and shot the other.
The other Galra turned and Lance fired again, however his vision was swimming so much that his aim was off and only grazed their shoulder.
The Galra grabbed Lance by the throats and slammed him against the wall causing Lance to cry out in pain.
He could see Shiro’s mouth moving. Maybe calling his name, maybe cursing the Galra that kept hitting Lance against the hard metal wall to get Lance to let go.
Lance knew he was losing consciousness.
It was so hard to keep his mind focused.
His eyes landed on the chains holding Shiro up.
He only had one chance.
Lance bent his arm until he could feel it almost popping out of his socket as he lined up the shot.
He took a breath in and out.
Lance didn’t know if he hit the chains.
But judging from how the Galra dropped him to the ground and the muffled sounds of fighting Shiro was free.
Lance felt his eyes droop closed as Shiro’s face came into focus.
“Lance! Lance please you have to stay awake!”
“S…orry” Lance mumbled as his eyes slid shut and he fell into the blissful abyss of unconsciousness.
Lance fell out of the healing pod into the waiting arms of Shiro.
“Hey Lance, how you feeling?” He asked looking him over concern clear on his face.
“Fine I guess… what happened?” Lance asked rubbing his head.
“We were captured by the Galra and you got a pretty nasty concussion.”
Lance winced in memory “oh yeah, how did we get out?”
Shiro smiled as he helped Lance sit down on the couch in the infirmary.
“It was all you, I didn’t think anyone could bend like that, let alone make that kind of a shot even without a concussion. You really are amazing…” Shiro blushed “and way more flexible then I ever hoped to imagine.”
Lance smirked “I would be happy to show you any time.” He winked and laughed as the leader of Voltron was left a spluttering blushing mess.