Space dad?

The Pod(Changed)

"A pod?" Coran asked as everybody stared into the hanger.

"Should we open it," Lance whispered shifting nervously from foot to foot.

"Be alert. We don't know what's in it," Shiro warned nodding to Allura.

The princess pressed the emergency open lock and stepped back as the lid hissed. Inside was a letter that was resting on top of an unconscious child, and it was addressed to Lance.

They yelped, "oh my Goodness! This poor child," Allura placed a hand over her mouth as she checked the pulse. "They're still alive!"

Shiro whispered soothing things to her as Coran gently carried the small boy to the infirmary.

"That's sick!" pidge groaned burying her face in matts chest who opened his mouth but no sound came out. He knew that letter. That writing.

"Dude?" Hunk placed a hand on lances shoulder. Trying to think of what would drive someone to be that cruel. To harm a child.

"It looked bad," Keith said.

With The oldest gone the 5 teens watched the piece of paper flutter to the ground. The writing on the envelope was familiar. The letters,The spacing, It was definitely written by a human, but who?

"What's that?" Hunk asked tilted his head to the side in confusion as the blue paladin scooped up the letter.

"First a kid now A letter." Keith mumbled.

"Hey it has your name on it!" Pidge pointed out.

Matt shook his head looking up at Lance queasily and suddenly he knew why. " It-it's from... He knows!" the cuban swore in Spanish.

"You should open it. See what He has to say," Matt croaked giving his sister a tight hug.

"Who's he?" Shiro and Allura asked holding hands as they walked back into the room. Ever since the cuddling Shiro had worked up enough courage to ask her out.

"How is he?" they all blurted. The paper panic momentarily forgotten.

"The boy is going to be fine. He's in the healing pod right now but in a day he should be better. The injuries looked worse than threy were." Shiro explained.

"What have you found?" the princess asked pointing to the weird thin white box in Lance's hands.

"A letter. But they won't tell us who this 'Him' is!" pidge sighed pointing at the paled Matt and Lance.

The room was silent as Lance tore open the packaging, gingerly removing the note.

"It's written in Spanish." keith whined slightly upset about not being able to read over his boyfriends shoulder.

L a n c e

I flinched at the writing. Of course... It's him. I knew it would never be over. Forcing my eyes to dart over the words I read silently to myself.

Hello runt, i bet you never thought you would hear from me again. I'm going to cut the nice shit and be straight. Something you could never do. Watch yourself boy. If i so much as see you or the worthless Holt it's game over. My jobs is to catch you dead or alive.

The emperor is willing to pay good money for a paladin. And i don't plan on holding any fucking hostages. At least not for long. Don't make this about them. You're who i want. Remember if it all comes down to you or them they will choose themselves. No one loves you.

You're a failure. I'm actually surprised they keep you around. In fact they will probably thank me for taking you off their grubby little hands, so If we meet you are to do as i say or i will not hesitate to snap that disgusting neck of yours.