A/N: hope you liked the last chapter, I know avoid to reveal Lucas' identity was silly cuz everyone knows it's him, that's probably why most people are reading this. Heck! That sure is why im writing this! Cuz im a huuge Lucas fan, but no fanfiction has come up with a storyline that has satisfied me yet, so im writing my own. Ha!

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

When Lucas awoke, he felt blissfully warm. He could hear the comforting sound of a crackling fire nearby. His face was pressed against something soft furry and warm, it felt like he was completely wrapped in it. And… there was something else. His arms… felt like they were wrapped around someone emanating warmth. Lucas gently opened his eyes, and was surprised to see he was holding a lithe figured girl, her back turn to him shoulders gently rising and falling with each breath. Then he noticed the brunette's bare shoulders, and it dawned on him that… she didn't appear to be wearing any… clothes. Neither was he for that matter.

What? Who…?

Thoroughly perplexed Lucas sat up, supporting himself on his elbows to better see who this mystery brunette was that he found himself … with.

Careful not to stir her, he slowly leaned over to see the girls face. He strained his neck to glimpse her face, but to no avail. Irritated he lay back down. Where was he? His eyes swept over the room, he appeared to be in Mira's room, back when she still lived at this base. She kept animal and dinosaur skins up on the wall. She must have used them to insulate or camouflage her cabin. Lucas noticed two skins were missing, cocking an eyebrow he glanced down to observed the furry skins he lay on' and under. He supposed he was lying on top the skins that were a part of the wall. One was used as a mattress, while the other as a blanket.

Unexpectedly the girl in his arms moaned, stirred and sleepily turned around, facing him. At seeing her face, an intense heat instantly travelled to his cheeks and his heart skipped at the realization of who she was.

Skye!

He must have dreaming. No other explanation was possible, either that or he was dying and hallucinating. There was no way she could be here, she betrayed him today, she shot him, and if he hadn't crawled away he was sure she would have finished the job.

Then how come she was here, lying in his arms, in his bed, just like he dreamed so many times before. A flash of pain in his chest drew him back to reality. He glanced down to look at his chest where he had been shot. One bullet seemed to have flown through his should because the flesh there had sort of gauzed over, begun to grow in web-like manner over the wound. Suggesting membrane reconstructive spray had been used.

The other wound, the one where he knew the bullet had lodged, had eight clean stiches across it' the skin there also healing in a web-like fashion. Lucas turned his head to look about the room. Not too far from his head on the hardwood floor, lay an open packsack, its contents strewn across the floor. Several items he could recognize from his angle. Membrane reconstructive spray, bandages, matches, knifelike tweezers covered in blood, what looked like a bullet not too far from that. Lucas concluded that she must have removed the bullet lodged in his chest, stitched it, and then sprayed it.

He also notices his shirt, wet, torn and bloodied lying on the ground by the fire, along with the rest of his clothes and Skye's. He took note of the thundering rain in the night outside and the chilliness of the air. Skye's cold wet hair was strewn across his arms, her limp hand laying near her face bore what seemed like rope burns, and a sudden shiver on her part made Lucas realize the measures she's taken to save his life and hers.

She had come for him.

A lump formed in Lucas throat as he struggled to keep that thought from affecting him emotionally. He was so torn between hate and love at that moment that he knew not what or where he would go from here. None of it made sense.

Skye returned and saved his life, that fit nowhere in the equation of his dealings with the enemy. She had so continuously broken the fine line between ally and enemy that he was at a complete loss to where she stood now. She truly fascinated him.

Lucas had so many questions, ideas, suspicions and theories floating around his head, but as he watched her peaceful sleeping form, eyes set in a slight frown, mouth open slightly, Lucas knew he could make it wait until morning.

For now he would enjoy this night, the night when Sky lay in his arms.

A/N: So how was it? Did I get any facts wrong? Does Lucas seem like himself? Was it sorta fluffy like I hope I made it? Is it coming along too slow? I don't wanna rush it.