Author's note: After seeing all these amazing Lucas/Skye stories out here, I decided to finally submit my own. Updates will hopefully be frequent, and a few have been written in the interim, so hopefully no one is waiting too long. This pairing is absolutely fantastic, and we've had some incredible work so far. Some I would highly recommend: "The Traitor and the Pariah," - Chaotic Theoretician, "The Eye of the Needle," - Cazio, and basically anything on my favorite list. Hope you all like this, and enjoy :)!

Disclaimer: As much as I would love to, I own no rights to Terra Nova, or the lovely Fox studios who do.

It was two days after Lucas Taylor, the Phoenix Group, and the Sixers had left Terra Nova, but their impact had been harshly imprinted. Those colonists left who were able were overseeing the reconstruction effort, and no hands were idle. The physical damage that had been done to the colony was not widespread, but where it had hit, had occurred on a destructive scale. The fence was torn to pieces in parts, and was low enough that colonists could easily step over. If a Carnotaur or Slasher attempted to hop the fence, it wouldn't be a difficult task. What hurt the colonists the most though, was the physical damage to those who had attempted to resist the Phoenix group's leadership.

"Hand me those bandages would you?" Skye asked Maddy quietly.

The medic center was full, and all those available were working in the infirmary. Due to the advanced stage of Skye's internship however, and the few staff available, she had been asked to help some of the colonists whose injuries were not severe enough to warrant an infirmary visit, but still needed assistance. Maddy had offered to assist her in her rounds, claiming that colonists should know about basic health care, and she needed some way to contribute.

Maddy quickly located the bandages and passed them to Skye with a beaming smile. "And how are you doing, Boylan?" She asked looking at the bar owner.

"Ah, well, you know, we've all had better days," he grunted. Boylan had been the target of a few punches while attending to the Phoenix soldiers during their occupation, and with a nasty bug bite on top of the bruises, Skye wanted to make sure that no infection would set in.

"You'll be fine, Tom," she said with a wink. "We all know that you'll be behind that bar the second I'm done with you!"

"Guilty as charged." Boylan winked at her. "Besides, you both know that this colony wouldn't be much fun without the drinking."

"Well, it is definitely a lot safer than having a parasite live inside you after drinking unfermented moonshine," Skye muttered, and Maddy laughed quietly. Skye finished swabbing the last wound on his head, and sprayed it with a flesh sealant. "And, good as new!" She smiled approvingly, inspecting her work.

"Thank you, ladies," Boylan smiled quickly, "And drinks on the house for the rest of the night. But just for you two." He said quickly.

Skye looked at Maddy, fighting a smile. "Of course, Tom, we'll definitely be sure to drop by for tonight!" She grabbed the medic box, and waving good bye to Boylan, both girls exited the bar.

"So, what did you think of that?" Skye asked Maddy. "Close enough to science for you?"

Maddy laughed, "Well, at least when you're testing samples, they don't give you backchat, but it's definitely...different."

Skye giggled, some of the male colonists definitely weren't interested in what they saw as 'coddling their wounds,' while the colony needed rebuilding. Commander Taylor had certainly set a precedent for that, refusing to be treated until he had been sure that the Phoenix soldiers were far away from the colony. It hadn't made their job any easier.

"Skye, Maddy!" Mark appeared running from around a corner towards the two, Maddy quickly smoothing her hair.

Skye nodded at him. "What can we do for you?"

"Commander Taylor has just requested us to drive to Outpost 7. Apparently they're short on some medical supplies and we need your stitching expertise." Outpost 7 was a scientific outpost designed for rock sampling, and a team of five men had been living there for about two months.

Skye frowned. "Taylor wants me to do it?"

"Yes. All the doctors and nurses are working at full capacity, and Dr. Shannon said you're the one she trusts the most to get there. She also said your stitching skills were better than anyone else. And she may have also said something about you making sure everything was disinfected?" He frowned at that last bit. Skye chuckled inwardly. She had certainly gained a reputation around the colony for making sure that before she treated anything, that it had been disinfected thoroughly, leading to quite a few curses being thrown around her way when her patients felt the sting of the alcohol.

"Ok. Not a problem, just let me grab a pack. Is it just us?"

"Yes, it's about a two hour drive, and Taylor knows that the Phoenix soldiers are headed to the badlands, which is completely the opposite direction. The most we have to be worried about is a Slasher, and we'll definitely be back before nightfall."

Skye nodded her assent. "Ok, I'll grab my pack, and I'll meet you by the gate in 10 minutes, ok?"

"Affirmative."

Skye left Mark and Maddy together to say goodbye privately and ran to the infirmary to collect her bag of medical supplies, quickly walking back to the front gates. This would be her first trip outside the gates since she had shot Lucas. She shuddered quickly. She knew that he wasn't dead. She had shot him twice, and as soon as she and Taylor had taken their eyes off him, he had disappeared. He had survived five years in the jungle by himself, had figured out how to open the portal both ways, survived a Slasher attack, in short, he was a genius. She knew that he wouldn't be so easy to kill, but it had been two days since she had shot him. He had most likely bled out to death by now.

The Phoenix Group had abandoned Terra Nova as soon as the portal had blown, and there was no one else around who would be looking for him. This made her chest twinge painfully, and she rubbed at it absently. She had dreamed for the last two nights about that split instant. The rage in his eyes, and the betrayal that he felt when he had looked up to see her pointing the gun at him. She dreamed of his jade eyes staring at her in disappointment, and she woke, heart pounding every couple of hours for the past two days, to the point where she had just given up and stayed awake for the rest of the night. She had never thought that she would kill anything in her life, and she still felt the awful guilt and burden of shooting him. She had had no option, but each time she thought about that split second when she had been forced to fire, her chest tightened.

She made it back the rover at the same time as Mark. "Ready?" He asked. She nodded and climbed in.

Mark had attempted conversation for the first ten minutes of the ride, but Skye had answered noncommittally, content to watch the scenery pass by. She rested her head on her palm, and was lulled into a light sleep. She woke up with a start when she felt the rover stop and turned to Mark quickly. "Mark?" She looked at him questioningly.

He pointed to the window where a tree lay across the road. "We can't get around that, we'll have to move it."

Skye groaned, just what she needed. She hopped out the rover, following Mark. She saw something flash by out the corner of her eye and turned to Mark. "Did you see that?" She asked quickly.

He shook his head, and pulled his gun quickly. "What?"

Skye looked around the jungle, her nerves on edge.

Thwack. She spun around and saw Mark on the ground, Mira standing next to him holding the pistol she had evidently just hit him with, and saw five other Sixers silently appear from the trees. "Hello, Skye." She said confidently.

Skye's heart started pounding erratically, her breathing became panicked and she forced herself to try to breath. Mira was supposed ti be far away from this area and who else didn't they know about? She backed away slowly, putting her hands up in surrender. "Mira, what brings you out here today?" She asked cautiously with a small smile.

"You."

"Me?" She laughed incredulously. "And you came all the way out here to see little old me?" She asked sarcastically.

"No." Mira said sharply. "We need the medical supplies you're carrying in your rover, and your hands. Lucas is dying, and you're going to help him."

Skye laughed and held out her hands. "Sorry Mira, that's just not going to be possible. Lucas is dead, and I'm not coming with you."

"Lucas is alive, do you honestly think that two bullets would kill him?" Mira laughed angrily. "Stupid bastard is too stubborn for that. And you'll come with us, or I'll kill this soldier." She aimed her gun down at his Mark's head, slightly depressing the trigger.

Skye's heart pounded and she flung her hands out. "I'll do it!" She said quickly.

Mira smirked. "Glad you came round to our way of thinking." She nodded her head, looking at something behind Skye. Skye spun around, just in time to see a Sixer with his gun raised, as he brought it down on her temple, knocking her unconscious.

Hopefully you all liked it, I always love to hear your thoughts! Hope everyone has fun at school tomorrow to those who do, and I'll see you at the next chapter