Lucas curled into her and pulled her close; he didn't want her to be cold and he needed to be near her. Her fingers squeezed around his and she pushed unbelievably pushed back into him more. Lucas hissed when her back touched his wounds.

"Sorry," she quickly said softly, her body tensing.

"It's fine," he assured her, his breath warm and comfortable in her hair. "Now go to sleep, Bucket," he said dropping a kiss on the top of her head. Skye pushed herself back further into his body, bringing herself impossibly close to him; just like the missing piece to his puzzle, or more appropriately the solution to his biggest calculation, she fit against him perfectly.

He didn't care about the stinging in his chest, or the hurt she was capable of causing him, all he cared about now was how right she felt by his side. Even out here in the jungle, surrounded by who knows what, he had her curled up beside him and that is what mattered to him most. He forgot his issue with his father, for the moment, and just let himself relish in the moment. He kept telling himself it was only for warmth, but the way she pushed into him would suggest otherwise. His own body shivered with what he could only describe as joy, not cold, perfectly content to stay in his current position until his days were done.

Skye couldn't believe how impossibly warm he was despite the cold air around them. She snuggled into his chest and his arm slinked around her, pulling her closer still. She should have minded, but she didn't, not one bit actually, despite their problems it felt right somehow, she had felt something awaken within her ever since that day they had in Terra Nova together. His incredible way of turning on that charm that she loved so much. She even felt bad when she backed into his wounds, reminding her of all the pain she had caused him. But hadn't he caused her pain as well? Yes, and a good amount of it. And if she could be forgiven so easily perhaps she should contemplate forgiving him. He drew her closer in still and whispered for her to go to sleep, placing a welcomed kiss in her hair, his breath warm and his voice so calm and relaxed. She let her breathing even out; satisfied in the comfort of his arms and his warmth.

They laid in silence, both assuming the other one had succumbed to sleep long ago.

"Skye?" Lucas inquired softly. She said nothing, just lied still with her eyes closed taking slow and steady breaths. "Bucket, are you awake?" His hot breath rang out in her ear again

His breathing changed and she felt a shudder in his chest. "I miss her so much, Bucket, so much that's its almost unbearable. But then you come along and make me forget. Forget about all the blood, the beating that she took before they finally let her die. They slit her open everywhere. Her arms, her legs, her stomach and back. They…they," he laughed darkly and she felt him choke back a sob, "they even split her head open, with a god damned plane propeller. " Lucas sniffed from behind her, nuzzling his head deeper into her hair. "None of them deserved it, she didn't deserve it. The dragged it out for so long, when it could have been avoided to begin with." He was silent for a moment as he tried to control his breathing. "But then you found me, and you remind me of her, as does your own dear mother, and now I can't—"

"Lucas," Skye finally spoke, tightening her grip around his hand before she turned over in his arms. He looked so lost, so vulnerable, and dare she say needy; with his glassy eyes and damp cheeks.

"Lucas, is that what all this has been about, your mother?" she reached up and ran a calming hand down the length of his face.

"Help me," he whispered desperately to her, tears stinging the back of his frantic green eyes. "Help me, Bucket, help me forget."

"No Lucas," she whispered, using the blanket to wipe away his tears, an act she never thought she would do. Ever. "You have to remember her, Lucas; you have to hold on to the good she left behind. The same good that is deep down in you."

"But it's not there, Skye," he said shaking his head, "there is no good left in me," his voice grew a little stronger, almost to the point of being a snarl. "My father saw to that."

"Don't say that, I'm sorry, you can call me selfish, but I," Skye paused and laid both her hands on his chest. "I'm sorry, Lucas, but I'm glad he saved you."

Lucas blinked, taken aback by her words.

"Now do you hate me as well?" She asked timidly.

"No," he shook his head definitively, "I could never hate you." He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her to him tightly, resting his head above hers. He pressed a kiss to her temple and buried his face in her dark curls, "never," he whispered again and she nuzzled into him.

"Good," she replied.

Lucas pulled back, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, his eyes still glossy. He smiled softly, "You ruin me, you know that," he chuckled, the vibrations in his chest rumbling between them.

"I know," she grinned, pushing herself up to place a kiss on his already scruffy cheek. "Now hush and let me go back to sleep," she yawned, snuggling back into his chest.

A/N: Okay, so we got a lot of fluff and some momma drama, with some help from jemmalynette's tumblr prompt. I intended this to be longer, but I felt that it said what it needed to and it felt like a chapter break to me so here it is. Hope you enjoyed, remember to press that review button and make Shelly happy okay?