A/N: yes yes I know, another lucket but I can't help it. It's all I think about these days. I'm a recent fan so if I make reference to something that didn't happen, plz lemme know.

Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did but don't.

On a windy rainy night in the jungle, the trees are such a tumble of leave swaying back and forth, that the sound of thousands of heavy droplets landing everywhere could made such a deafening sound that could easily be driven mad. Most living creatures were in their burrows and shelters. But not all, predators took advantage of wind and rain, to hide their scent, so that they could roam freely where they could not before, hunting for game they could not catch otherwise. It was a dangerous night for wanderers.

With the rain crashing down on her face, mud caking up to her knees where she fell, Skye knew this fact better than most at that moment. But it only added more urgency to the reason she was running through the forest. Pushing giant leaf and branch away as she stumbled down a path she was knew well.

There.

There is where he would be IF he lived.

As she pushed one last branch out her way, Skye Tate stepped into the area she had been looking for. She dropped her hands to her knees and stopped to catch her breath, her eyes frantically darted around looking for any sign of his presence there. The underbrush of this area had been patted down by the feet of those who had once resided there. Any bush that grew at the base of the taller trees had been cut away, to avoid the gathering of insects. Far above, concealed in the foliage of the trees, was a network of tree houses connected by suspended bridges and pulleys.

Abandoned, they all were, and had been since the Sixers left when they realized the soldier that had been banished was in reality a spy.

Skye noticed the rope ladder that had usually been tightened securely high above, was now been clumsily left unravelled, touching the ground.

Skye rushed up the ladder and took hold of the swaying object. She examined the rungs for any signs of blood or mud print. The rain made it difficult to tell, but... no. Skye knew, she just knew, that he had not made it yet.

Where if not here? He would have come here, it was the closest shelter

She dropped the ladder and ran a shaking hand across her face.

Where? Her mind screamed.

The brunette turned to face the direction that... IT happened. She knew she needed to go. If he was anywhere he would have fallen along the way, so there she ran. The trek was dangerous for sure, full of steep ravines and thorny trees, but she had to find him.

Her legs burned, her lungs hurts her eyes stung from the constant raindrops. She had to find him tonight, if his wounds didn't finish him, then the cold rain and dinosaurs would.

A whizzing thorn struck her cheek drawing blood, she yelped from the pain but stayed her course. Then her foot struck something solid, it caught her off guard and she fell to the ground. HARD. The fall jarred her brain and smash her teeth into each other.

Only after the short daze did she realize what it was she tripped on.

Skye's eyes adjusted in the darkness, trying to distinguish a figure from the leaves it lay among. A man, lay curled on the cold wet ground, with a trembling hand Skye reached to turn him over and see his face. Limply his head rolled facing her. Eyes closed, nose broken, blood cake on his unshaven face. Skye knew instantly that she had found him.

Lucas.

A/N: Yay finished boy was this bit time-consuming, i wanted to get this part over with but didn't want to rush it too much, tell me how i did

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