Thanks again for all your reviews. I was going to post this earlier and then my horse decided to go and get caught in a fence and rip a nice big chunk of his hoof off so I was down looking after him for ages. Then I got distracted by VioletVision's new fic TN Josh's Discovery. It is hilarious you should check it out. Anyway I will try and get the check chapter written and posted for you as soon as possible, but remember reviews make me write faster ;)
Skye awoke the next morning to a dark and gloomy day. It took her a second to remember the events of the previous day. Tears pricked at her eyes as the memories came flooding back to her. Skye opened up the backpack that Taylor had given her and pulled out a loaf of bread. She pulled some of the bread off and put it in her mouth. The bread tasted strange and unpleasant despite the fact that there was nothing wrong with it. She was too upset to eat. She put the bread back in the bag and instead climbed back into bed, hoping that sleep would come and distract her from her problems.
Lucas had finally gotten to his shelter. The days were long and lonely without Skye visiting him. After several days Lucas realised that his wounds were starting to get infected again. Without Skye there to look after them they had been abandoned. He searched through his belongings, looking for the antiseptic. After several minutes of searching he realised that it wasn't there. He had left it back at the shelter by the waterfall. There was only one option. Lucas was going to have to go back and get it.
The next few days passed in much the same way for Skye. She waited patiently for Lucas to turn up. After three days alone in the jungle Skye accepted that he wouldn't be turning up, she had lost him, he had moved on. Coincidently the day that Skye accepted that Lucas would not be returning was the same day that she found Lucas climbing up the ladder to the shelter.
"What are you doing here?" he spat as he walked over to her. "Come for more information for my father?" Tears pricked in Skye's eyes.
"He banished me." She said as the tears came flooding out. She flung herself at Lucas and let herself cry. Lucas awkwardly wrapped his arms around her. It took Skye a second to realise who she was pressed up against. She tried to step back, embarrassed that she was being so weak in front of him, but his arms wouldn't let her go.
Lucas rested his chin on top of Skye's head as she cried into his chest. He was angry at himself for letting her get this close, it was probably just a ruse to soften him up to for more information for Taylor but there was something about her, no matter what she did, no matter how many times she betrayed him he would always let her back in. He knew he could never turn her away and so he held her close as she cried.
Lucas moved so that he sat down of the bed, pulling Skye into his lap as he let her let out all the emotion that she had been holding in for the past few days. Soon she drifted off in his arms, exhausted from crying. He lay her down on the bed gently before lying down next to her.
After several hours of lying in comfortable silence Luca's wounds began to hurt reminding him of his reason for being there in the first place. He reluctantly got up and searched for the antiseptic. He soon found it and set about taking his shirt off, forgetting that he still wasn't able to use his right arm.
Skye awoke to see Lucas flailing around his shirt half off and covering his face. She got up and made her way over to him, putting her hand on his bare chest to calm him. He stopped moving instantly and she was able to free him from the shirt. She was met with his green eyes staring down at her. She looked away, trying to get away from his intense stare. As she looked down she noticed that his bandages were covered in dirt.
"When was the last time that you changed these?" she asked accusingly. Lucas shrugged in a causal manner. "They're getting infected."
Skye began unwrapping the bandages, she watched as he winced. The wounds were definitely getting infected. She started to clean them with the antiseptic, apologising every time she saw pain flash across his face. Soon the wounds were clean and Skye began to cover them with clean bandages.
"Why don't you hate me?" Skye said suddenly. "I shot you. I betrayed you. I'm the cause of all this pain."
"Oh I do hate you Bucket," he replied softly without a trace of malice as he reached out his hand and gently caressed her cheek. "I hate you so much, but that is what being a part of this family is all about: hate and betrayal."
Lucas saw a look of hurt flash over Skye's face. His words weren't completely true. He didn't hate her, he could never hate her, he hated what she did to him. He hated the way that he seemed to lose all self control around her, he hated the way that he seemed to rethink everything that he had ever thought because of her. He hated the way that she made him feel yet at the same time he loved it. He told her he hated her because it was easier to say that he felt that way, it was easier to admit that what he was really feeling. It was how he should be feeling yet deep down he knew that it wasn't how he felt.
Skye was quiet for the rest of the day, glaring at Lucas every few minutes and thinking of everything that she had left behind at Terra Nova. It wasn't until the daylight had faded that Lucas dared to speak again.
"Hey," he said going over to Skye and slinging his arm around her shoulder. 'Don't be upset, you still have me." Apparently that was the wrong thing to say. Skye jumped up, throwing Lucas' arm off her shoulder.
"Upset!" she yelled. "Upset! Why would I be upset? Oh maybe because I'm stuck out here with a psychotic sexy evil genius!"
"What was that you called me?" Lucas asked as a smirk appeared on his face.
" I called you an evil genius." She replied in a frustrated tone. " Which you are. You use your brilliant mind to come up with all sorts of insanely evil plans when you should be doing better things with it "
"No before that," he said cutting her off.
"I called you psychotic, which is also true. I never know whether you will be angry or happy or..."
"You called me sexy," he said, cutting her off again. His smirk increased as he strolled over to her, his eyes staring into hers.
"I never said that," defended Skye, determined to try and deny it.
"Don't lie to me Bucket, I'm a sexy genius remember."
Lucas was enjoying this way too much. Skye turned around, refusing to face him and folded her arms. She heard Lucas walk up behind her. She watched out of the corner of her eye as he put his hand on her shoulder. She slapped it away instantly. He leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I'm going to bed," Skye shivered at his words as she felt his breath against her neck. She mentally cursed her body for having this reaction. Skye decided that some sleep sounded good and turned around to see Lucas lying flat on his back on the bed which had been hers for the past few days.
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" she questioned, still angry at him.
Lucas patted the bed next to him, the smirk still apparent on his face. Skye glared and him and folded her arm, showing no signs of moving.
"Suit yourself," said Lucas before rolling over onto his side and facing away from her. Skye glanced around the room before deciding that there was only one option unless she fancied a night on the cold hard floor.
"I'm still angry at you." She said as she climbed under the blankets and turned so that her back was facing Lucas' back. Lucas chuckled softly.
"For the record Bucket, I think you're pretty sexy too." Skye was too tired to tell him off this time.
Skye was nearly asleep when she felt Lucas roll over and wrap his arms around her waist. Skye wanted to tell him off, to tell him to keep his hands to himself but secretly she liked it and so she lay there pretending to be asleep surrounded by his warmth before eventually drifting off to sleep.
Skye awoke the next morning to find that she was all alone in the bed. She looked around the room to see Lucas sharpening some knives on a rock. He looked up as she walked up to him.
"Morning Bucket,' He said. She mumbled a 'good morning' in reply. Lucas stood up and put the knives back away in his pocket. "Come on Bucket, we're going to find some breakfast."
Lucas and Skye wandered through the forest searching for fruit and other things to eat. They collected enough to last them a few days . They were nearly ready to leave when they heard the sound of leaves and sticks crunching. Skye instantly moved to Lucas' side, the events with the nykoraptor still fresh in her mind. Lucas pulled out his gun and pointed it to where the noise was coming from, using his free hand to bring Skye closer. They caught glances of a human figure walking towards them but Lucas still didn't lower his gun despite the protests from his arm. The figure stepped out of the trees, revealing himself.