Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I'm sorry this took so long to post I've been so busy with uni and then I got distracted my some oneshots. If you haven't already read them you should go and read White Torture and Seek and You shall find... I don't think that I have shamelessly promoted them yet, oh and A Tale of Three Brothers.

A big thanks to Selvet for helping me with this chapter. Also you should go and read her series Yours, Mine and Ours, I cowrote chapter 3 of it. Go over and read and review and see if you can guess which part I wrote ;)

I will try to get the next chapter written soon, I have three major assignments due this week but I should have some time to write once I finish those. Also and update on my other multichap The Man From Snakehead Falls, I haven't abandoned that I was just having a few difficulties with it but I will be updating it soon. Anyway I think that that is enough self promotion of one author's note.

Disclaimer: I don't own Terra Nova


"Lucas!"

Lucas' head shot up. He could have sworn that he had heard someone yelling for him. He picked up his pace, making his way back towards the camp. He had to get back to Skye, he needed to know that she was alright.

When he got back he discovered that the camp was empty. He knew that he had to find her. The problem was that he didn't know where she had gone. He knew that he should never have let her storm off by herself. He had no hope of finding her. Lucas sat himself down on a log, knowing the only thing he could do was hope that Skye would return soon.

Hours passed but still she did not return. Lucas spent the time pacing sitting on the log or pacing up and down when he found himself unable to sit still. Every single noise caused him to snap his head up. After several hours of pacing the sound of footsteps caught Lucas' attention.

"Bucket?" Lucas asked, turning in the direction of the noise.

"Your precious Bucket is a little bit busy right now," Mira taunted as she stepped into view. "I can give her a message if you'd like."

"What have you done with her?" Lucas snarled, rushing forwards.

"Temper, temper," Mira commented as she stepped around Lucas. All traces of her previous fear were gone. The tables had turned. She was in charge now.

"Where is she?" asked Lucas, not in the mood to play Mira's games. Mira just laughed.

"First of all I think we need to have a little chat about what you're prepared to do to get your dear sister back."

By this point Taylor and Jim had driven as far as they could. The jungle had gotten too dense. They were travelling on foot now. Taylor estimated that it would only take them another ten minutes or so to reach Skye. This thought spurred him one, causing him to pick up the pace. He was close now. His quest was almost over.

"I'll do it, I'll work on the calculations," Lucas said desperately as he paced up and down in front of Mira. Though Skye had only been gone for little over an hour, her absence was already taking its toll on Lucas.

Lucas felt his previous panic returning. He needed to get Skye back. Just the thought of what the Phoenix group could be doing to her was enough to stress him out. His time with these people had shown him what they were capable of. He knew that he couldn't trust them with Skye.

"I'll do it," he repeated, willing to say anything to get her back.

"You know what?" Mira replied. "I'm not sure I believe you. I'll give you some time to think about it, just to make sure you really mean it."

"Give her back!" Lucas yelled, clenching his fists by his sides.

"Goodbye Lucas," Mira interrupted, standing up and making her way across the clearing. "I'll be back."

"No," Lucas cried, grasping at his hair as he watched Mira leave, taking all of his hopes of getting Skye back with her. He didn't want Skye to be with them for a second longer. He knew that he had to save her.

Suddenly the sound of branches snapping caused Lucas to snap his head up. He glanced over in the direction of the noise to see two figures emerging from the trees.

"Lucas?" murmured Taylor as he stepped into the clearing. After his initial moment of shock at seeing his son he managed to compose himself, his years of training to control his emotions coming into practice. "Where's Skye?" he asked straightening up.

Suddenly Lucas saw a chance, a way to avoid Mira's games. He knew that he couldn't get Skye back by himself, not without catering to Mira's every wish and desire. But if he had help then he could get Skye back. Lucas was by no means proud of what he was going to do, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Lucas would swallow his pride and do whatever it took to get Skye back.

"Help me," Lucas gasped as he rushed over to his father. "They've got her, you need to help me." Lucas gripped his father's shirt, his eyes begging him for help. Taylor roughly pushed Lucas off him, sending him falling to the ground.

"I'm not falling for your tricks again," Taylor replied harshly. "Where is Skye?"

"They've got her," Lucas cried as he lay on the ground, gesturing wildly with his hands, needing his father to understand. He slowly stood up, his eyes seeking out his father's, pleading with him.

"They've got her, you have to understand. You need to help me," Lucas begged as made his way back towards his father.

"Who's got her?" Taylor asked, not quite trusting his son. "And why should I believe you?"

"Mira," Lucas replied desperately. "The Sixers, the Phoenix group, they took her. We need to go to the Badlands and get her back."

"Yes, you'd like that wouldn't you," Taylor said harshly.

"I'm not making this up," Lucas continued.

Taylor glanced at Jim, and unspoken conversation seemed to transpire between them. Simultaneously they both jumped at Lucas, tackling him to the ground. Lucas was momentarily stunned, shocked by what his father was doing. After he got over his initial shock he struggled against the two men only to find that they had bound his hands, making retaliation impossible. Taylor roughly pulled Lucas to his feet. Lucas tried to pull his arm away from his father but failed to free himself. Lucas hadn't actually expected to be able to escape but he wasn't going to let his father overpower him that easily. Lucas didn't know what his father was planning on doing with him but he knew that he probably wouldn't like it.

"How did you find me?" Lucas asked, continuing to struggle as Taylor and Jim led him through the jungle. While his tone had previously been desperate and helpless it was now cold and full of malice.

"Tracking devices Lucas," Taylor replied as though Lucas should have somehow predicted this. Lucas remained silent, infuriated by his father's attitude. He was doing it again; Lucas would never be good enough for him. He had failed to live up to his father's expectations once again.

After driving for a good half hour or so the rover finally came to a stop. One of the soldiers came around to the door and opened it before roughly pulling Skye out of the vehicle. Skye glanced around. She was in some sort of boggy marshland. The place seemed to stretch out for miles, she could barely see the trees, whether that was because of the vast size of the bare land or the ominous mist that seemed to surround her, Skye didn't know. All she knew was that she didn't have a good feeling about that place.

A sharp tug on her arm caused her to follow the Phoenix soldiers over to where a collection of huts stood. On the outskirts of the huts was a tall tower, obviously a watch tower, you would be able to see everything up there, well everything that wasn't obscured by the mist.

"Where are we?" Skye asked, glancing around nervously as the men continued leading her through the maze of huts.

"Welcome to the Badlands," replied one of the men, coming to a stop. "Now that you know where it is, I will have to kill you," he continued jokingly, chuckling as though the thought of killing someone was all very amusing. "But don't worry, I'll make your time here as pleasurable as possible."

Skye roughly yanked her arm out of the man's grip, not liking what he was implying. She turned around and tried to run off only to run straight into one of the other men.

"Hey, hey. Where do you think you're going, beautiful?" he taunted, stalking forwards, causing Skye to walk backwards straight into the other soldier. The first soldier caught Skye's arms, holding her still as the second soldier continued advancing.

"Yes we are going to have a lot of fun with you," continued the second soldier as he and the other soldier started laughing cruelly. But this time he had reached Skye, she was trapped between the soldiers. The second soldier reached out to touch her face but Skye reacted instantly, kneeing him in the groin, sending him stumbling backwards, doubling over in pain.

"You shouldn't have done that," warned the first soldier as he yanked Skye's hair, pulling her head back to look at him.

"We'll find her," Taylor announced, half talking to himself, half talking to Jim, ignoring his son who sat in the back of the rover. He wouldn't deny that he was disappointed that he hadn't found Skye. "We'll just follow the other tracking device.

"That would be the one that's currently in the stomach of a nyko," Lucas interrupted.

"And how did it get there?" Taylor asked, turning to face his son.

"I shoved it down its throat," Lucas replied casually, shrugging his shoulders as though this was the sort of thing he regularly did. Taylor looked at his son, not sure whether to be proud of him for his smart thinking or concerned for his sanity.

"I guess we will just have to find another way to find her," Taylor replied, turning back around and starting up the rover.