A/N: O.M.G. I wrote another drabble. Shoot me now. Lol. Okay, I've found a new obsession. Not just Terra Nova which was a moderate love. I wanted it to be EPIC love, but it didn't quite meet my expectations for that. Until the first Skye/Lucas scene. It caught me, totally and completely and I was all like "Finally! Skye has a strong male to interact with that isn't a father figure!" Cause Skye is my favorite character and usually I'm not all for creepy dudes, but Lucas is creepily awesome and the chemistry between the two is amazing. I'm hoping that there's a season 2 and that the writers recognize the awesome story capabilities of these two having a star crossed romance and bringing a small amount of redemption to Lucas. Not all the way because I think that a totally reconciled Lucas would be weird. There's gotta be a level of bad to him. Maybe just less homicidal tendencies. That would be good.
Anyhow, author gushing over. Story explanation commencing. I'm working on a much longer Lucas/Skye story, set in the occupation timezone about their screwed up relationship. This was to be the beginning, but after the first sentence it became its own little evil bunny and turned into this. So the original idea was this was to be Lucas' entrance to first taking over Terra Nova. But, its not that obviously so maybe an AU version of that or maybe, Lucas is taking over again. Whichever you want it to be, I guess. I'm undecided myself. :D
Terra Nova burns when he first kisses her and she's as alive and wild as the flames and bombs around her. Alight and uncontrollable, unpredictable. His mouth harsh and demanding. His hands cupping her face, utterly gentle. She fights it and she doesn't. Hands on his shoulders and anyone looking on would say she's pushing away. She is and she isn't. She doesn't know who she is. Her mouth opening in invitation under his and her teeth biting at his lips to push him away. She's Taylor's surrogate daughter. She hates Lucas Taylor for threatening her mother, for making her hurt a man she sees as a second father. She's the Sixer spy. She's caused the destruction of the only home she remembers. She's drawn to this man driven crazy by the brutal death of his mother and the guilt of his father. She wants him to take her here on the smoldering ground as her world burns around her. Her hand reaches for the knife on his belt to plunge into his heart. He doesn't make a sound when the cold metal slides through skin and muscle and her hand is coated in hot blood. Not properly into his heart to make this instant; too close to change the outcome. "Bucket." He says it like he knew this was going to happen; like its all okay that it did. He says it again like a curse, a damnation for all the betrayals. She weeps because its finally over. She weeps because he's dying and she doesn't want him to go. He smiles as they fall to their knees together. Her hand on the knife in his chest, holding them together, unbreakable. His hand stroking her cheek. An assurance that its all alright. What they were was real. His hand falls, trailing blood. An assurance that he's almost dead and they never really were. She pulls the knife out because she doesn't want this to go on any longer. Catches him in her arms and holds him as the last bubbling breath leaves because this will never end.
A/N: Ya'll know what to do. :P And I know, he's older and crazy and evil and all that. But I still love this pairing. LOVE IT
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