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.

Everyone at some point in their life, have to choose between something they desire, and something they know is good for them. And when one reaches this cross road, a decision has to be made.

Sky could not decide.

As she sat by the tiny fire roasting softball sized nuts Lucas collected, Skye has a battle waging war inside her.

Lucas was a monster, she's seen the atrocities he'd been responsible for, the deaths he'd caused. She knew he shot Wash without flinching, tortured Jim Shannon without remorse, smashed her own head against the hood of a rover, and she watched him as he stabbed his own father. She should fear him hate him for what he'd done, and finished what she had started the day before. But she could not.

Instead, she came back for him, and here she was nurturing him back to health.

Why? Why did I?

She knew there was a whole other side to him. She has known him to be kind and gentle. When he touched her hand and stroked it ever so gently. When he's cupped her face and stared into her eyes with so much affection. That time she was in his tent, his kiss on her cheek and been so tender. And she could have sworn he had his arms around her the night before…Skye's body trembled despite her proximity to the flames. Lucas had gone to the Sixer bas to retrieve their things.

Sky knew the physicist was capable of feelings other than anger and hate. That is why she had been able to fool him so many times before; she was the only one he let in.

The rustling of the bushes up ahead broke into Skye's thoughts. Not too far off she could see him approaching. Her back-sac was slung over his shoulder, as his bare broad shoulders gleamed with sweat from the morning heat.

Skye tried not to look at him and began to turn the nuts over with her knife attempting to be too absorbed in what she was doing to notice his arrival.

When he entered the little clearing he right away put down their clothes and bag, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He tugged at the belt of his cargo pants, obviously uncomfortable at how damp they were. After eyeing the perimeter he stared down at the blue eyed girl, and couldn't help but smirk at how hyper focused she was on the roasting of Acashua tree nuts he'd found. He decided to toy with her.

"Make sure they're roasted thoroughly, or the larvae living in them will stay in your gut and grow there."

Horrified Skye wrinkled her nose in disgust and dropped the knife she was holding.

"That's disgusting!" She yelled. Lucas roared in laughter and after a few moments Skye realized that he was joking, actually joking. Pleasantly surprised she mock pouted.

"Don't laugh at me!" She defended, grabbing the nearest thing she could, her water canteen' and threw it at him. He deftly caught it and poured its contents over his head. Skye watched as the water cascading down the bruised muscles of his arms and chest, but quickly averted her eyes as he turned to look at her. She again tried to ignore his gaze on her.

"Bucket," He uttered softly.

"Hmm?" She hummed meeting his gaze, trying to look as unaffected by him as she most definitely did not feel.

"The nuts have caught on fire." Lucas chirped.

With a yelp, Skye jumped and attempted to pat the fire out the nuts she was so focused on roasting.

With a chuckle Lucas stepped over taking the knife from her. "I'll finish this, you seem distracted."

At his words Skye cheeks burned bright red and she turned away from him, standing up.

"You're right, I have a lot on my mind." She cleared her throat, rubbing the back of her neck. She noticed their bundle damp muddied clothes and picked them up. "Um, I'm going to go wash these in the stream." She announced, giving Lucas a close mouthed smile. He glanced up briefly, sawing away at the shell of the nuts, and nodded.

Once sky had finished washing the clothes, including her muddied pants she'd been wearing, she'd laid each piece on the rock ledge to dry in the hot sun of the day. She was sure it wouldn't take long for them to dry, and hour tops. Now, the question was, would Lucas come this way in under an hour.

Tired from the heat of the morning and the night before Skye, took off her tank top, now left in her yellow bra and blue panties, and dove into the water. Feeling the cool rolling waves on her skin, she tread water for a while and contemplated what her options were.

How would she explain her absence to Taylor? What would happen to Lucas now? Would he head to the Badlands with the Sixers and the remaining ones of his troops? What could she do to change his mind? Was there anyway she could halt him in his murderous pursuits, and live at Peace with Terra Nova. She didn't think Taylor would ever allow him in, and everyone else there pretty despised Lucas. With this last thought she ducked under the surface on the water and stay still for a while letting the slow current carry her.

Just was she kicked to resurface he foot brushed against something slithering by her foot. Suddenly aware that there very well could be something living in these waters, Skye frantically swim for the bank. When she reached the ricked ledge she scrambled onto it and looked back at the stream for any sort of prehistoric flesh eating fish, but didn't see anything. Panting from fright and the frantic swimming Sky lay down on the rock next to the clothes, relieved her folly for diving in strange waters came to no harm. After deciding to dry in the sun, the brunette heard Lucas' steps as he approached. Momentarily self-conscious of her practically naked state, Sky folders hers mars in front of her as Lucas come lay next to her, propped up on his elbow.

"Oh, please," He said, "Don't feel shy on my account." Even though Sky kept her eyes closed she could hear his smile in his voice. She felt his lean close to her ear, his stubbled chin tugging at her hair ad his lips approached her ear.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." He whispered, calling to both their minds, the state they were in the night before. Earning himself a smack in the chest from her fisted hand.

"Shut up!" She growled. "I had no choice! We both would've frozen to death if I hadn't done that."

Lucas smiled and closed his hand around her balled fist, holding to his chest. "You don't have to explain anything, I can't vouch for what I'd do if I found you unconscious." He said, jokingly with that look is his eye that made Skye turn her gaze away and pull her hand from his grasp.

Unfazed, he gently brushed a stay strand behind her ear. He did it so tenderly that an unexpected waving of emotion caused her heart to skip. This man was just so confusing.

"Oh Bucket," Lucas sighed with a tone in his voice Skye hadn't heard before, she met his sorrowful eyes with her confused ones.

"Hmm?"

"You are like angel, and the devil." He whispered. Skye stared at him, taking in his handsome battered features. The cut on his brow had cauterized, and the split in his lip had scabbed, but his eyes were warm and the stubble on his chin made his face tempting to touch.

"That's funny," Skye whispered back. "I was just thinking the same about you."

A/N: Tadah! Finished! Finally! And get this, I had to write it twice, I finished it about 2:30 but forgot to hit save, and lost all of it! It's not as good the second time around, so if it's less quality than usual, that'll be the reason.

Please review! Your comments inspire me to keep going (im not kidding)