“I am on call when you need me, let me know. But we're drifting in a strange way,
I'm aware that it's a mistake if I love you. It's a mistake if I don't.
You know space and time wouldn't let you be mine.
What I've come to understand is entropy wouldn't leave you to me.”
{closed starter with @mighty-trash}
Keith burst into the command center, ready to demand answers on why he was called back early, but instead froze. His gaze flicked around the room. He’d expected to see Kolivan and maybe a few odd Blades hanging around, but the place was crowded. Kolivan had called everyone back to the base.
Something was wrong. Something had went terribly, horribly wrong. And a deep (paranoid) ache in his chest whispered, Shiro.
Pushing through the sea of Blades was less of a task than Keith’d expected, each member looking his way then stepping aside. When he reached the center of the room, he could finally see Kolivan was there and talking to yet another crowd of Marmorans on the dual sets of monitors.
“...yes, all missions are put on hold until we know more.” Several of the forms on the screen shifted their eyes to Keith, but if Kolivan noticed he didn’t react. “Team Voltron has assured me that—”
“What about Voltron?” Keith finally cut in, meaning to sound demanding, but it was more along the lines of startled. “What happened? Is everyone okay? Is Shiro okay?”
Kolivan turned and while Keith wasn’t the best at reading faces, he knew this look to well not to understand. “No...” He backed away, shaking his head before bolting back the way he’d came.
He heard his name called and a sigh of ‘No, just let him go’ before he was out of the room and stumbling down the hall. His balance was off, he couldn’t remember why, all he could think was: No. No. Please, no. This can’t be happening. It’s not. He’s not... He can’t be.
Keith’s eyes were blurred by the time he reached the pod. It took him a minute before he could look up the castle’s signal, the process involved several shakes of his head, telling himself that he’d know he’d feel if something (if that) happened to Shiro. This was a lie. A trick. It had to be.
Finally, Keith got the lock and was able to begin the process to start a jump. After teaming up with Voltron, Allura had agreed to help furnish each of the escape pods with enough quintessence for a single wormhole jump, just enough to get someone out of a dangerous situation (or in this case enough to skip over the distance between Keith and his best friend).
Slamming the controls forward as he finished inputting the location, Keith felt the air around him distort and his gut churned the way it always did when space was collapsing around him and his leg ached at the sudden tension change, but then he was there.The castle just feet away and he was closing in, Red’s hanger door already open, like she knew he was coming in.
Keith thanked her over the link (he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to have anymore, but was glad for and not going to question) as he climbed out of the pod and hurried to the door, feeling oddly weak from his travel, but not enough to let it slow him down as he wound his way through the castle halls. “Shiro? Shiro! Pidge? Hunk? Shiro!? Matt!? Hello??”
He stopped short when he came to a closed door. Shiro’s door. “Takashi?”
