Back at the colony, we were struggling with the resistance, as they kept stealing our supplies and killing or wounding our soldiers and Lucas was getting angrier and angrier.

I kept to myself behind my curtains, doing my own thing, because soldiers kept running in and out of the control room, until I heard a loud crash. I sprang out from my hiding place and realized Lucas had pushed things off the table onto the floor in his frustration.

"Lucas, what's going on?" I asked worriedly.

"Nothing Kara, just go to bed and relax." He waved me away.

"No! Tell me what's wrong. As your girlfriend, I deserve to know. I don't like secrets Mr. Taylor." I folded my arms across my chest and looked at him with a straight line of a mouth.

"Someone's helping my father." He growled, and then turned away and walked out the open door.

"Lucas!" I cried out, running after him, but the guards immediately blocked me with their weaponry in between me and precious freedom. "Lucas!" I struggled against the soldiers.

Lucas, now climbing down the stairs rushedly, waved a lazy hand up and called up to the guards, "Guard the place, and close the door and windows. Make sure she stays safe." Safe, more like there, as in make sure she stays detained, like a prisoner.

"Lucas, don't go looking for trouble! Please, come home to me. Lucas, don't leave me alone!" I was crying now, and the soldiers did not even pity me. One picked me up, threw me over his shoulder, carried me inside, and the other guard closed the door behind us after making sure no one had heard my fuss, and then proceeded to close the blinds.

Then, I was alone on my bed. Alone. I dreaded that word. I felt deserted, isolated…maybe because after everything I'd gone through lately, it had triggered some sort of thing where I couldn't stand to be on my own anymore. I wondered when the feeling would go away as I put my head down and raked my fingers through the brown tangles.

The guards were all along the balcony and on the stairs, guarding the place, making sure no one got in, but more importantly, that no one, aka me, got out.

I wasn't restricted to my bedroom only, I came to realize after a few minutes of solitude. I could wander the entire floor. So, I threw back the curtain and wandered around, snooping, until I saw some rope in the corner. Then, an idea popped into my head.

I ran to the window farthest from the guards, so in the very back, and then managed to rip off the blinds structure somehow, with a burst of adrenaline I guess, for what I was about to do. I didn't use the rope, because that was too visible, seeing a rope dangling from up high. It'd be obvious I left.

I looked around me to make sure no one had come running in when they heard the snap of the wood breaking from the window structure, but no one ran in screaming at me. So I put one leg over the window sill, and looked down. It wasn't too far down, but I'd be landing with no comfort but the grassy ground. I whipped my head around to the door once more, paranoid I'd get caught by someone bursting through the door, and then, without another thought, I jumped like my life depended on it. It felt like I was flying, or at least throwing my life away, and then I hit the ground seconds later with a silent thud. I got up, actually unharmed, and looked up to where I had fallen from.

It was just an open window with light streaming from it. I looked around and saw if I ran straight, I'd be seen, and to go in their direction would be suicide, so I ran behind other buildings and cargo containers until I was far enough away to run in the streets. Whenever I saw a shadow or heard footsteps, I threw myself beside a wall out of view, holding my breath until they were gone. My heart was thumping. I then sprinted freely in the direction of where I'd Lucas going from my window. This was what freedom felt like here. At least sort of, I was ducking away from any signs of human life, and if I were caught, I'd get in trouble.

I then thought I was pretty stealthy, and could actually do this for a profession. I must've been a sight, running through the empty streets past curfew for regular citizens.

I then heard voices, but something drew me there, and I guessed it was a 6th sense telling me Lucas was there. I rushed down the stone stairs into a bar. I saw Lucas…and Josh. Among many other unfamiliar faces.

I immediately pressed myself against the stone wall, crouching down, somehow avoiding attention from everyone. I guessed the place to hide really was in plain sight. I listened to my current and ex boyfriends talking.

Lucas looked up to Josh from where he sat and stated, "You look sad. You didn't, um. You didn't lose a friend in all this did you?" He looked much calmer then he did when he left me before, maybe the result of a drink or two to calm his nerves, but there was also a devious glint in his eyes as he spoke to Josh. As if he knew exactly who Josh was missing, and what exactly happened to that person.

Josh just looked at him steadily, looking depressed, stoic, and angry all at once.

Lucas pushed his chair back to stand and I slunk farther into the shadows. "Buck up kid. Here's a Terra, go buy yourself a new friend." As if it were that easy to replace someone you loved. I was growing angry with Lucas now too. His mindset was angering me. The arrogant cockiness he gave off.
He was acting as if he had what Josh had lost now.

Then it dawned it on me. It was me. I was the girl they were talking about- the friend. Lucas just wanted me out of Josh's path, so he could have me to himself. And while everything was fuzzy, I felt like my fresh start had been a complete and total act, a lie.

The moment broke as Skye came down the stairs with a guard, and Lucas went to greet her. But I didn't focus on him, I focused on Josh. The person who had gotten me here, the person who loved me so much he couldn't let me go. That I knew…I had thought these things before the explosion, but whatever Lucas had done to me made me forget those things for a bit. Josh's eyes were glittering with tears, but they didn't fall over. He looked struck by something with shock, and stood there, gulping down his emotions.

He stood there, by the table, until Lucas shooed him away. And like Josh, I listened in on Lucas' and Skye's conversation.

A lot of family drama, Skye drama…and Lucas feeling like he should have never been born. A part of me wanted to reach out to him and comfort him, but I didn't know if it were me acting on my emotions, or just whatever drug he'd put into me working.

Then, that longing snapped when he reached across the table and caressed Skye's face. Jealousy raged through me. Anger flared.

An uncomfortable Skye asked for him to stop, and Lucas commented, as if in a trance, how beautiful she was. I was slowly, unconsciously moving a fraction of an inch forward. Skye tried to brush Lucas off, but he fought her, and she was almost begging for him to stop, then Josh had moved forward too, off his stool and then punched Lucas in the face, so he fell off the bench and to the ground. Skye and I stood her not knowing who close she stood to me.

Josh kept picking Lucas up off the ground to punch him, over and over, until some guards broke it up and pulled Josh back. Skye was saying what I wanted to say, but I couldn't give myself away.

"C'mon!" Josh roared, now bursting with the urge to beat the man he thought was responsible for my so called death.

"Take him easy, he's just a kid!" the bartender shouted in protest.

Skye and I stood tensed, waiting for the next move.

"Hold him up." Lucas wiped his mouth and got ready.

"No." Skye gasped. "Lucas, Lucas, no!"

Josh held out his chin as if edging Lucas on, and Lucas hit Josh. I gasped, but no one heard me. Skye turned and ran out, and I didn't even give her a glance as she passed.

I was too tormented as I saw Josh getting weaker and weaker as he was restrained from fighting back. How unfair of Lucas. But then again, when had he ever been fair? Every kiss, touch…had that been a lie? Of course it was, I'd seen him touching Skye…he wanted us both…just to annoy Josh.

Josh was slammed down onto the table and he groaned, the life being beaten out of him. Lucas wasn't even fighting now, just watching.

The soldiers were getting all the fun now. They lifted Josh up, and he slumped back, almost collapsing, almost beaten unconscious. His head hung loosely, swinging around, his eyes purple and closed, and then Lucas allowed it to stop.

The soldier holding one side of Josh moved his arm and Josh moaned.

"I've been nothing, if not generous with you people, and now, I'll have to make an example of you."

My heart raced, what kind of example? Then Mr. Shannon rammed through and hit Lucas from behind, causing him to fall forward.

The soldiers holding Josh put him down against one of the rocks in the bar, and he lay slumped against it, barely moving. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped over a fallen stool and made my way to him, the fight distracting everyone.

The bartender got there moments after I did.

"Josh. Josh." I spoke, fussing over his bloody nose and bruises and cuts.

"Kara?" he managed dreamily. He made a weird smile. "I must be dead then."

"I'm not dead, and neither are you. They've lied to us Josh. I've been holed away from you ever since the accident, Lucas wants to keep us apart. Josh, you're going to be okay. Alright? I love you." I kissed him quickly, and at first, he was surprised, then recognized my lips and scent, and kissed me back. I'd suddenly felt everything between us again, as if nothing had ever forced us apart.

Then the bartender came over to help Josh, and I awkwardly pulled my face away from Josh's and he stared at me.

"Woah, who are you?" then I flickered my gaze on him, and he gasped. "No way…you're the girl. I'm Boleyn." He jutted his thumb at himself.

Then, the fight ended, but Mr. Shannon had reminded me of a lion, protecting his cub. Guns surrounded him, and Lucas stepped up, clearly impressed with the show.

Boleyn held Josh on one side, me on the other, and now Josh's eyes were halfway open as we watched in terror for Josh's father.

Then, Lucas screamed in Shannon's face, "WHERE IS HE?" The brute loudness of the volume caused me to shrink back, but Josh's arm was there, and he wrapped it, grimacing while he did so, around me. I turned into his chest, poking my head out to watch.

Mr. Shannon stayed silent, then Lucas looked over at us, and his grin became a wide eyed look glazed over shock. He saw me at last.

Then he gathered his wits, and said, "Maybe I can help you remember, take him to the brig." The soldiers lifted Josh away from me, and he moaned again. I was crying I realized, and Mr. Shannon was studying me, as if I were an alien, because he thought I was dead too.

They led him out too, and I ran after them shouting Josh's name, playing back how rough the soldiers were with him when Lucas stepped in front of me, and stared me down, preventing me from pursuing my goal.

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A/N: People hate on the amazng Landon's character Josh because he irritates them because he acts like a teenager. Are you seriously saying that? Cause he's supposed to be a teenage boy! People will never be happy- even when the facts are right, and they're wrong. *facepalm* Like I, for instance, starting watching T.R becuase Mr. Liboiron here was going to be on it- because I loved him on Degrassi- and Landon is a phenomonal young actor! So...maybe I'm biased...but whatever.

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