Author note's: Honestly, I love all of you. The comments I've read are amazing/humorous/hilarious, and it makes me so happy to see that you all like this! David is not a nice character, he's a bit of a sleaze, but we'll see how it goes ;)! This chapter goes a little introspective as well, so let me know how you like it!
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Skye sat outside for a couple of hours, watching the Sixers scurry around the camp. She wondered what they were up to. The Phoenix soldiers had headed to the Badlands, and she knew from the vegetation surrounding them that they were far away from the Badlands, although she wasn't sure exactly where. She didn't trust Mira to just let her go when Lucas was healed, but she knew at the same time that she couldn't afford to escape and put colonists in danger.
She heard the sounds of someone climbing the ladder, and quickly swung her legs off her chair and peered over the edge to see David climbing up. She breathed in quickly. There was just something completely off about him. He set her nerves crawling like no one else. She wasn't comfortable with Lucas, but there was something somewhat, calming, about his presence, whereas David just unsettled her and made her feel queasy. His head popped over the ledge.
"Beauty! What a nice surprise!" He greeted her with a sleazy smile.
"David," she said cautiously.
He swung a bag off his shoulder and handed it to her. "Dinner," he said lazily. "Call me if you need anything. Anything." He repeated while smirking nastily, looking her up and down.
She barely restrained a shudder. "Will do!" She said sarcastically. She pointed down to where she saw Mira staring at the two of them. "I think Mira wants to chat to you."
David looked over to her, a frown appearing on his face. "As she does. I'll see you soon, Beauty." He quickly disappeared down the rope, and she let a shudder out. He made her skin crawl.
She entered the tent with the food, and looked over to where Lucas lay still sleeping. He had more color in his face than he had done the previous day, and his breathing was a little more even. She didn't want to disturb him more than necessary, but he needed to eat if he wanted to get better. And even if he didn't want to, she certainly did so that she could get back home. She didn't trust Mira to keep her word, but obviously Lucas didn't want her around, and if she wasn't helping him, what use was she to the camp?
She shook his shoulder lightly, and saw his eyelids flicker. She prodded him with her finger.
"Ow!" He flinched away from her finger, eyes opening fully. He scowled at her.
"Dinner time!" She smiled sarcastically at him.
He rolled his eyes at her. He stretched slowly, feeling the kinks in his back from lying around all day. He heard a couple of quick pop's, and knew that she did too, judging from her slightly disgusted expression. He rotated his left shoulder experimentally, not too bad. He tried moving his right one slightly and felt pain, although not as severe, running from bullet wound to bullet wound and flinched. Lucas knew that his body was nowhere near healed, but his mind was a lot more clear, and he knew that he couldn't afford to keep Skye around longer than necessary. The sooner she was gone, the better. His body might be in pain, but his mind would control it, his mind would ultimately triumph over the weakness of his body. He levered himself fully upright using his left hand, gritting his teeth through the pain, and swung his legs over the side of the bed, leaned down and grabbed her pack off the floor.
"What are you doing?" Skye asked sharply, putting the bag containing the food on the floor and walking to him.
"What does it look like?" He snapped, struggling to maintain his anger with her, needing it at the forefront of his mind. He continued rifling through her bag, and pulled out a length of bandage wrapped in plastic triumphantly. He brought the packet to his mouth, ripping it open with his teeth, and pulled out the fresh bandage with his left hand. He placed it over his neck, while she watched skeptically, and tried to wrap it around himself, and then realized his dilemma when it was around his back, and he couldn't reach it with his right hand.
Skye stepped forward cautiously, and reached behind him for the bandage, her hair falling over his shoulder. He inhaled her scent accidentally on the next breath, peppermint and fresh water, mixed into one, making him slightly dizzy. He pushed her hair off his shoulder and turning his head, breathed fresh air in deeply, trying to rid himself of her scent. His mind was in turmoil, and it wasn't often that anything but his equations made him do that. She had wormed herself into his life like no one else had over the past 5 years. He had met her Mother during a brief stay at the Sixer camp during his first year of exile, and began talking with her. She reminded him slightly of his Mother, calming, peaceful, laughing when things were going wrong, and her evident love for her daughter. He knew that she remembered him briefly from when they had met at Terra Nova, but she never remembered what came after that, but he didn't need her too. They would start their conversation the same way every time.
"Have you met my Bucket yet?" She would ask with a smile every week.
"Not yet, Deborah, but maybe soon. Tell me another story." He would urge with a smile. She told him a different story every time about Skye, and each time, those stories made him smile, just a little. She had helped keep that part of him human, and allowed the man that had been cut off from human contact to regain it, just a little bit. It was all he needed.
He had finally met Skye just a few short weeks ago, and his life had been in turmoil ever since. He had known who shw was instantly, he would have recognized her from the physical description that Deborah had told him multiple times, even if he hadn't overheard her conversation with her Mother. He had brought Deborah a blanket that he had successfully bargained with Mira for, noting that hers had degraded to tatters since his last visit. He had listened to Skye's conversation with her Mother, and something inside him, long forgotten, had clenched, hearing the obvious love she had for her Mother. He finally announced his presence and requested they talk outside, not wanting Deborah to hear what he had to say. He had never had any intention of harming her, never Deborah, not the woman who had kept something inside of him still beating, ignoring the coldness that surrounded him, but Skye didn't need to know that.
Things had finally turned around for him when she had reconciled his equations, and his chance had finally come to avenge his Mother, and then, her first betrayal began. He couldn't look at her without remembering all those stories Deborah had told him, and from their first interaction, she had stirred something in him that had been dormant all those years, and he couldn't bring himself to harm her. Instead, he tried to create a relationship with her, obviously in earshot of others, so that they would know that she was not to be harmed. He hadn't been able to help himself though, and had slowly, as much as he could, became infatuated with her, not love, he was too jaded and broken to allow himself to love again. Her humour, her tenacity, intelligence, daring, beauty, everything that she had, she had turned against him. He had been attacked over her, and then persuaded by her to release that Shannon idiot. He finally thought that she had seen the light, and taken her with him to the portal, only to be betrayed again. He had felt his heart crack slightly, and yet, he couldn't help but be impressed with her daring, and again, couldn't bring himself to hurt her. Knowing that she would come after him, he did the best thing he could, and knocked her out. And finally, his ultimate failure. He had finally almost claimed vengeance for his Mother, when he felt a piercing wound in his chest, knocking him back. Looking up, he saw sky blue eyes staring into his, hard, and filled with remorse. His mind ran wild, trying to avenge his Mother, refusing to hurt her, he tried to finish off his Father, and was knocked down yet again, hurled to the floor. He finally became fully aware of his heart and that he could actually feel, when he felt it break for what it vowed would be the last time. It would have to be, she'd as good as killed him. Dead men don't feel.
As he lay there, life seeping out of him, he acknowledged the fury and hurt of her betrayal, and the recognition that he was capable of feeling, and that it had just been pummeled out of him by a pixie with blue eyes that had blown his acclaimed genius to smithereens. He had slowly dragged himself away from the scene, pulling his body behind a tree, activating his sensor, hoping that someone would come find him, and put him out of his misery once and for all. He didn't want his death drawn out, he'd prefer to be out of his misery and just face that final hurdle of actually dying. And then he had awoken to find her tending to him. Karma was a bitch.
"Lucas?" Skye said urgently. He snapped his head around to look at her, wincing as he felt his stitches pull, and noted worry filling her gaze. He looked at her questioningly. "Are you feeling ok?"
"Well, aside from having two bullet wounds, yes, I'm absolutely fine," he drawled sarcastically, and watched her cheeks turn slightly pink, fascinating.
"Well, I'm not the one who's been glazing over!" She huffed.
He shook his head. "Just get it over with," he jerked his head, indicating her wrapping the bandage around him, making a make-shift sling. He couldn't do this. He couldn't afford to be nice to her. He had felt love for the first time in his, admittedly pitiful, existence, only to have the ultimate betrayal. While he could forgive her loyalty, he couldn't forgive it against him, and he knew that she was too dangerous to him and the emotions had managed to stir within him. He knew that she would only betray him yet again, and he couldn't afford that to happen. It was better to keep his distance and watch her eventual betrayal, rather than be blissfully mindful to her betrayal as he may once have been, and become an utter fool for this slip of a girl. She was a distraction he couldn't afford to have. He wasn't some moon-struck teenager, and he had already allowed this girl to rip his heart out of his chest and stomp on it with her dainty feet. He couldn't, and wouldn't,afford that to happen again.
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