To All: Sorry for not updating yesterday, I was all revved to...and then this super creep kid in my class asked me out. I couldn't tell him no right away (mostly because I couldn't think of an excuse fast enough) so it was a night of trying to get him to take the hint. So writing a romantic fanfiction kept making me feel a little nauseous. xP I don't think daily updates are going to be possible with the huge amount of homework I'm getting, but I'm still going to shoot for every other day.

Also I like this chapter much more than the other one, but I feel like you guys won't xD

Miss Junie: I think I was so intent on ending that chapter I just threw that line in there, you're right of course, Skye is one life-saver ahead of Lucas. xD

douttasite: I don't know, I think it s abit of all that mixed together. x.x I'm having a ton of trouble getting Lucas to show true affection that is realistic. Its easy to write him being all up in her face and lusty or whatever, but actually having feelings for her beyond forgiving her for almost killing him like every time he trusted her…. He's just difficult. Stupid Ashley, being so good at acting as a manipulator! Pacing too, I mean its only been like three days, and I feel like they're doing the same thing every chapter just with different dialogue.

Skye opened her eyes slowly, feeling her body try to push her back into the folds of her dreams. She would have fallen for it, if she hadn't noticed that the sun was already up. She swore, lifting her head from the mud. Gross, she thought as she felt the brown goo on the side of her face.

The jungle was pulsing with activity, the rainstorm had rejuvenated the vegetation and caused a celebration among the animal life. Skye tried to swipe the mud from her face, but it was useless. She sighed, and walked to the edge of the canyon that just yesterday was her home. Now water rushed by with a ferocity that was completely opposite of the stream she'd seen the day before. She could have been swept away, would have been swept away if it wasn't for Lucas. She turned to look at him, but there was only a puddle where his body was lying the night before. Her heart jumped as she noticed her pack had been moved.

No. This isn't happening. She fought back tears as she dug through the bag, shoving it away when she couldn't find the sharp edge of the knife. There she was, thinking Lucas was incapable of handling himself, waiting for when he was steady enough that she could slip away in the dead of night and begin her hunt. Instead, he was one step ahead of her, he'd taken her only weapon and fled for the jungle. He had the upper hand just with his survival knowledge, but now he had a weapon. She buried her face in her hands, feeling the tickling sensation in her nose she always got before she cried. It wasn't even that he had her knife…she just felt overwhelming hopelessness. When Lucas was around, she was always focused on something, and when she started her little competition she would have been able to just watch him and stalk him until she got her chance to deal the final blow. Now he could be anywhere and she had nothing but a puddle to go on. She didn't even know where to start.

"I meant to leave a note, but we're a little short on paper."

His voice made her jump, and she whipped around to see Lucas limping towards her with an armload of food. He cocked an eyebrow as a tear trickled down her check. She quickly rubbed it away, and her open mouthed expression snapped into a scowl.

"You can't just leave like that!" She exploded, unable to contain the emotions raging inside her.

"I don't think you would have appreciated me waking you up again—"

"I don't care!" She spat, and noticed the flicker of confusion in Lucas's eyes.

"Bucket—"

"Don't. Don't you dare call me Bucket." She thrust out her hand, "Give me back my knife," she demanded. Lucas carefully placed the food down and pulled out the knife. Her knife.

"Sorry, but I'm not giving a knife to an angry woman. "

"Lucas, give it back to me right now." She took a threatening step forward, but Lucas seemed indifferent to her attempts at intimidation. After a moment he held the knife out to her. She grabbed for it, but just as her fingers touched the hilt he yanked it away.

"First, you calm down."

His eyes were cold and as they locked with hers, Skye felt something snap within her. She lunged, fully prepared to do anything in her power to get her knife back. She curled her hands into fists and pounded away at his shoulder, the closest body part she could pummel. It was like punching a rock, and each jab made her hand buckle, yet Lucas did nothing, either too stunned or to uncaring to do anything. At some point in her outrage the tears had started up again, turning her face red with frustration as she threw a few more punches. They slowed as she began to realize what she was doing, but it felt too good to stop. She lifted her fist again, but suddenly he was all around her, crushing her in his arms. The air rushed from her lungs and her fist went limp, stunned. Shee tried to wiggle free from his arms, but he held her tighter until she gave up.

"I probably deserve that." He grunted, the new pain in his shoulder making him cringe.

"I'm glad you recognize that." Skye snarled.

Lucas chuckled, sending the sound reverberating in Skye's ear that was smashed against him.

"What did I do to make you hate me this much?"

The anger flared up, and Skye attempted to escape again, but even an injured Lucas was too strong for her thin build.

"How can you even ask me that? You threatened to kill my mother! The only family I have left!"

"If I really wanted to kill her, would I have given her that blanket?" He countered.

Skye rolled her eyes, letting out a disgusted snort. "You're insane. The blanket was a ploy, I'm not stupid."

Lucas shrugged. "Maybe, but if you really thought she was in danger, why didn't you tell my father?"

"Because that would involve telling him I spied for you! Or did that slip your mind?" Skye growled. "You're just sick, you threaten people and then you try and act like some hero. Like after I got your stupid file you pretended to be all thankful and then you threaten me to leave. You come up and-and kiss me, telling me that I shouldn't go back to Terra Nova because you're going to bring people in and destroy it! My friends were supposed to just die so I could save myself? I'm not like you Lucas, I'm not selfish and stuck up, I care about other people besides myself! I have the capacity to love another person!" She screamed and threw her weight back to look him in the eye. His grip loosened, and she went stumbling backward. She readied herself for his retaliation, but instead of becoming angry his eyes softened into a look of sorrow.

"You're right," He cleared his throat, "Yet you forget what happened in between all of that. I allowed my father's undercover to take your mother back to Terra Nova. You think I didn't notice that little grunt stealing medicine? I let him take her back as a thank you for helping me. Then, you run off and tell my father my plan that I've spent years getting exactly right.

"After I take over Terra Nova and cut off medicinal supplies, but I leave full access to your darling mother. I spare your little Shannon friend, even after he publicly humiliated me. Then you say you finally see the truth about my father, I've finally got someone on my side who understands, then you throw it in my face and ambush me. I escape, and instead of killing you, I knock you out. I had the gun in my pocket Bucket, I thought about shooting you, but I didn't." He shut his eyes, but she could still see the hurt in his expression. "Then I'm about to kill my father and I see you with a gun in hand. I thought you were going to get him too, that we'd end him together, then you shoot me. " He shook his head, a crazed smile flickering across his face. "Not once, but twice. Have you ever thought about what I must have felt like? I'm not some emotionless pawn in my father's chess games. Do you have any idea what its like to wake up next to the person who has betrayed you more than the father you despise, next to the person who shot you to save him?"

Skye's mouth dropped open. "I-I never…."

"Save it. I don't want your apology. Because you know what? You were about to do it again. " He stepped closer, lifting her chin. "Weren't you?"

She looked away, unable to hold his gaze. Why hadn't he just told her before? Because you wouldn't have listened. It was true, how could she believe a word he said? But this time was different; she could see the raw pain in his eyes. She'd torn him to pieces, rebuilt him and destroyed him again.

He sighed, and grabbed her palm, pressing the knife into her hand. She almost refused it, but her instinct was too strong. His eyes flashed, but she couldn't catch the emotion.

"I'll make breakfast, we have to find a new camp." He released her suddenly and turned to the fruit. She felt dizzy; all the memories of Lucas, the takeover and Commander Taylor whirling around in her head.

"I'm so sorry." She whispered under her breath. Lucas stiffened.

"No, Skye. " His words had an eerily finality to them, and Skye flinched.

"Its Bucket, not Skye."

Lucas's lips twitched. "Bucket. So easy to fool." His lips held a faint smirk, and then he turned back to the fruit, leaving Skye dumbfounded. She felt like her heart was injected with poison, and her vision blurred with shock. Either Lucas was just trying to cover up his confession, or he was the best liar she'd ever seen. Her stomach knotted. If that was true, she wouldn't stand a chance against him.