Now That Your Gone

Missing The Color Red

A/N Hey guys it's been awhile? I finally got the inspiration to finish the story I started writing months ago. There will be mentions of suicide, depression, self harm, eating disorders, and abuse. If any of that triggers you please don't read my story! I hope you guys like it! If you have any input or how you want the story to progress leave a comment or dm me!

Lance looked out of the ship into the deep galaxies of space. They were so far from everything earth had to be years away and his family probably thought he was dead by now. The team had started falling apart since Keith had left to work with the blade of mamora. Shiro was acting like Lance was a replacement of Keith always snapping at him when he did some small mistake, allura was hanging out with lotor on secret missions, pidge was always with Matt, and hunk had completely forgotten about lance leaving the brunet to his own thoughts, which was never a good thing.

The brunette sat inside of red wishing he could somehow see Keith, the ravenet was the only thing keeping him sane in this quest of freeing different races from zarkons terror. The lion had let Lance inside because she could feel how desperately lance was longing to see her paladin. "Red can't you show him to me?" Lance asked aloud clutching Keith's jacket that sat in his lap, he knew this was foolish because red could hear his thoughts already.

Minutes passed and lance was meet with nothing until, he saw someone the corner of his mind. He focused on the image, sure that red was trying at least. Images. Laughter. Mullet. Blue. Red. Rivals. Teammates. Bonding. All of these things flashed in his mind through the visions red was feeding him. Lance's eyes watered as he realized these were just memories he laughed in desperation. The images stared to fade and the brunette crumpled to the floor broken sobs wracking his body. "K-Keith.." the blue paladin cried out desperately.

"Lance.." the brunette heard Keith's voice and a flash of his figure for one second before he disappeared. Lance slipped on Keith's jacket and left red heading to his room. On the way there shiro, allura, and pidge were arguing about lotor. Lance passing them and not even giving them a second glance it's not like they would notice anyway, and even if they did he'd only get yelled at for giving his input.

Once he got to his room he ran into his bathroom and locked the door behind him, looking in the mirror at his reflection. "Disgusting.." he thought aloud looking away from the mirror, turning on the shower and started stripping off his clothes. His skin was pale, his uncut hair oily from not taking care of it, break outs all over his face and he looked even skinnier than normal. He looked like hell and he wondered if life in space would ever get better without Keith.

A broken sob escaped lances lips as horrible memories and screams echoed in his mind. He released a distressed scent whimpering and crying for Keith the alpha he loved dearly to return to him, so he could express his feelings. He slipped under the water furiously scrubbing his hair and body until it was clean. He didn't stop scratching his wrists a nervous tick he had gotten over the years. By the time he'd gotten out of the show both of his wrists were bright red and dripping blood onto his tiled floor, the blood mixing with his tears. "I hate you.." he yelled glaring at his reflection. "Why can't you bring Keith back!? Why can't you do anything!?"

After lance calmed down he pulled on some sweats and a tank top not bothering to even cover up his wrists. The brunette walked to the control room with Keith's jacket clutched into his hands sitting in a nearby chair as allura and shiro argued practically screaming at each other. The brunets eyes watered as he gazed out the castle windows out at space, letting out a soft and lonely whimper. "K-keith where are you.." The blue paladin curled into himself whining as he wrists bled into his sweats tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Lance if you don't have-" Shiro started yelling angrily using his alpha voice but immediately stopped when he had finally realized what state the frail omega was in. His features got gentler as he walked over to lance stopping in front of him.

The brunet flinched back as his hero approached more tears rolling down his cheeks, fearing the worst. "I I'm sorry Shiro!! I I won't do it again! I promise I'll be good please don't h hit me.." Lance whimpers softly, crying so loud that he was sobbing and hiccuping, his scent sour.

The older man looked down at the younger, shock in his eyes. Did Lamce really believe that Shiro would abuse him? "Lance sweetheart.." He murmured softly his tone low and soothing as he pulled lance into his arms, rubbing his hair gently as he tucked the boys face into his neck forcing the omega to smell his calming scent. "Calm down little one, this isn't good for your health." Shiro scooped up lance bringing him to his room setting him on the bed, turning around to get the first aid kit. When he came he gently cleaned Lance's wounds wrapping up his wrists and kissing them gently. "Lance why.. what happened can you tell me?" Shiro asked softly gently tugging lance into his lap and running his fingers through his wet hair.

Lance whimpered and gasped in pain as Shiro played nurse a light blush on his cheeks as Shiro kissed his bandages. "I.. k-Keith.." he whimpered softly hiding his tears soaked face into shiros neck finding the older man warm and soothing. "Keith He l left without saying goodbye.. I didn't even get to tell him how I feel. And now I probably won't ever get the chance.. space isn't the same without him Shiro." The omega sobbed into the Alphas shirt soaking it with his tears.

Shiro sighed softly nodding in understanding, so that's it huh. Lance loved Keith and now he feels abandoned. "Lance we'll find him soon, I promise. Would you like to sleep here tonight?" After the brunet nodded Shiro laid back on the bed, wrapping them both in blankets and holding lance gently like he was the most important person in the world. Like fragile glass, as if he were to let go lance would break into a million pieces, and he probably would.