Title: Not a word

Summary: What exactly did Skye have to do? Short Oneshot

A/N: Lucas is such a complicated character that I could seriously see this scenario playing out.

"Anything?" Lucas cocked his head to the side and stared at his "sister" as he fondly put it. Skye just stood there in his bunk her skin itch. If there was any other way, she would have gladly done it but she was here now and had to suck up her pride.

"Anything," Her voice slightly cracked at the idea that she was at the complete mercy of this mad man. His eyes Skye felt were crawling up and down her body.

"Lay down," He pointed at the bed. She cringed as he spoke and she knew this is what she should've expected. Lucas smirks as she made her way over to the half made bed. "Good."

"What do you plan on doing?" Skye watched his body shifting the weight of the mattress.

"Just lay there," He rested his head against her chest in a snuggle position. "Just hold me."

Skye reached out and hugged him close to her body, staring up at the canopy roof more embarrassed than disgusted. "We are never going to talk about this ever. Ever you got it?"

"Crystal," He smiled and closed his eyes.