Too much to write so this chapter will have 2 parts, as well.

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Skye part1:

Who could have known? Who could have even guessed; something so farfetched, impossible, and forbidden? I'm in Lucas' arms. He's got me, cradling me and I feel safer than ever before. Perfectly comfortable, eyes closed, I idlelessly run my fingers across his chest. I know his whole body now, as he knows mine. A night of exploratory sex will do that.

"It wasn't your first time."

I had been wondering if he was going to say something. Usually, I don't like jealousy in a guy but with Lucas it's different. I want him to be possessive. "Do you really want to talk about this?" I beam and place my head against his chest so I can hear the changes in his heartbeat. I listen carefully as I tell him. "Once before and it was a mistake." His heartbeat speeds up.

"What about Josh?" He asks and the beat quickens even more.

I love listening to his heart. I never want to move from this position. "I lied," I confess. "Josh means nothing to me, not in that way at least. There's only you." The beating slows down and I feel the touch of his lips against the top of my head.

"Doctor Taylor?" There's a cautious voice on the other side of the tent.

"Come on in," Lucas invites as he pulls the sheet up to my chin. He's hiding my naked body from another man's view, yet showing me off, making it clear that I am his. Again, his behavior should upset but it doesn't cause I feel the same way about him. "What can I do for you, Thomas?"

I look up astonished. When did Lucas start memorizing the Sixers' names? And, even if he did know their names, when did he start caring enough to use them? Usually, he just refers to them as idiots. There's a change in Lucas and I got a feeling that I have a lot to do with it. He cares enough about me to care about others, or at least pretend to care about others.

"I apologize for the intrusion, Doctor Taylor. Mira wants a brief on your excursion to 2149."

"Of course she does," Lucas answers while placing another kiss on my head. He sighs and hot breath makes it down the roots of my hair, warming me from top to bottom. "Tell her I'll be there in 10." Lucas retrieves his arms, the arms that were holding me, and sits up. He throws a glance at me over his shoulder, sighing again, before rising to get dressed. "I made a new deal with our employers. If you want, I'll tell you everything."

I shake my head. "I trust you," I assure and I mean it. I wouldn't be here, naked in his tent and exhausted after a night of sex if I didn't. "Why do they call you Doctor?"

Like I have just asked a trick question, Lucas frowns. "Because that's what I am?"

Not satisfied since his answer was not really an answer, actually it was more like another question, I rephrase. "How did you become a Doctor here? And you were alone in the jungle for years?"

"Are you calling me a fraud?" Lucas grins and kneels down to start crawling towards me. He traps me with his body weight, holding my arms down. "How should I punish you?"

"Ohhhhh, a Doctor. Should I call you Doctor Lucas?" I make fun of him, something no one else would dare to do.

Lucas exhales, loudly, and lowers his face till his lips hovers over mine. "If it wasn't for Mira, I would stay and punish you, for hours, thoroughly." Another sigh and then a kiss, a deep and tingle-creating kiss that awakens me sexually, and I moan. Lucas grimaces, as if in pain. "Skye, you're killing me. How will I be able to get anything done today?"

I'm given another deep kiss before he rises and dashes out the tent, not looking back. I'm assuming he can't. If he had, he would have come back to me. I bite my lower lip slightly, close my eyes, and recollect the hottest moments from the passing night. Lucas had been such a tender lover, focusing on my pleasure before his own, letting me decide and set the pace, never rushing, enjoying every part of my body, and allowing me to explore both him and my own sexuality. Before Lucas, there's only been one and it was a bloody mess, literally. It was painful, awkward, and the guy was completely self-centered; the total opposite of my experience with Lucas.

I rise and walk over to the bags that are still laying on the floor. I pull out a set of underwear, holding them up with disbelief. What was Lucas thinking; black lace in the jungle? I put them back in the bag and dig deeper, finding more practical underwear in simple cotton. Undecided, I weigh between a v-neck top in soft yellow with a pair of khaki shorts and a flowery dress in soft pastel. Knowing what Lucas would like to see me in and wanting to make him happy, I pick the dress.

Walking out of the tent, looking pretty in Lucas' gift and probably smelling of sex, all eyes seem to be on me. It's common knowledge now, gossip travels fast in a small jungle camp where there is not much else to do, that I am Lucas'… what am I?

"Hi, I'm Lily." It's Mira's daughter, without a doubt; same dark determined eyes, black hair in braids, and slender yet strong physique. It seems as if Lily has also inherited Mira's brave and capable personality. "You're Lucas' girlfriend, aren't you?"

"Something like that," I answer, not sure what I am to Lucas. I peek at him through the tent opening as it flaps in the breeze. The conversation between him and Mira appears heated. "You'd best stay with me," I tell Lily as I notice her moving towards the main tent and the inside argument. "So, how do you like it here?"

Lily squirms, eyeing the trees around us cautiously. "It's kind of scary. I heard noises during the night. Do you think it was a dinosaur?"

The truth is usually the best strategy. "Probably, but we are safe here. You're safe with your mom," I reassure her. Mira is the strongest and most ferocious woman I have ever met. To be honest, she still kind of intimidates me. "Would you like to help me make bread? Come on, I'll teach you."

I try not to show my nervousness to Lily. She is a child and should not have to carry the weight of adult worries on her shoulders. I trust Lucas, I do… I have to. I have no other choice. And, I've seen a change in him. There has been no mention of destruction, revenge, overtaking, or any other hostile plans. Lucas is a different person… isn't he?

With my head down, working the bread dough, I can still see him exit the tent. The anxiousness escalates, making my breathing shallow and strained. My hands work the dough mechanically as I listen to Lucas hard and commanding voice.

"LISTEN UP AND GATHER AROUND!" Talking continues and Lucas yells even louder, the blazing anger that I thought I had snuffed with my affection flaming. "SHUT UP!"

I peek up through my eyelashes and the locks of my hair to see him standing dictatorially with his hands on his hips in front of the entire camp. This is the old Lucas; the one who forced me to do his bidding, beat up Josh, and tried to kill his own father. The old Lucas who took what he wanted without caring of the consequences and who was totally governed by his obsession to destroy his father. Have I been deceived? Was it all an act to get me to care for him, to sleep with him?

Pretending to be consumed by my domestic task, I shape the breads and place them on the fire stone while Lucas spells out the new deal he has struck. Tears burn behind my eyelids but I never let them fall. I can't let anyone see, especially not Lucas.

Lucas scans the men standing before him, his stance so different from this morning when he had held me close and kissed my hair. "We have new orders from our employers. Our employers wants you all back in 2149. They are setting up a base some 50 miles from the Florida state line. There you will be paid and medically screened. Those of you who pass the screening will have the opportunity to return for even better pay."

"When do we leave, sir?" One of the mercenaries asks and several others nod in an agreeing way, wondering the same.

Lucas offers no smile and answers emotionless; not the Lucas I have recently grown accustomed to. "We head out right away, weapons and gear left behind. No need to bring it. We're getting upgraded," Lucas shares and a grin appears, a crooked and evil grin, making his green eyes glimmer. A shiver travels through me, and not in a good way, not in the way it did last night and this morning. "We're going in heavy this time: triple the manpower, triple the firepower, no possibility of defeat. This time, we're going to crush them. Now, who's ready to MAKE- SOME -MONEY?"

Hollering and cheering follows, joy over the prospect of money and the destruction of Terra nova. My mom is there. What will happen to her and all the others that I care about? Lucas, how could you?

Lucas moves and, with the back of my hand, I hurry to wipe away the few tears that have escaped. I stand up as I see him approach. What should I do or say? Should I plead with him? Should I curse at him, call him a liar and a deceit? No, I can't cause he never actually promised me anything, not really. I had just assumed and we all know what they say about assuming.

Winking cheerily, he passes me and my heart drops. He isn't even going to ask me how I feel or try to justify his decision. I look down at my feet in shame and dismay, hopelessness consuming me. Looking at the ground, I see his feet backtrack, walking backwards to me.

Smiling, with his normal smile, the smile that seduced me, and the smile that I love, he leans in and kisses me. "You look worried. Don't be. I'll protect you." Another kiss, lingering and I can't help to respond. My arms come around his neck and he grabs me by the waist, pushing his hardness against me. "Skye," he whispers, desire evident. His hands glide over the fabric of the dress, over the curve of my tush, and grab naughtily a hold. "I have a surprise for you when I return. I want to celebrate our success." He winks again and rushes off; just to stop at the door of the rover, shouting one last thing before he disappears. "I love that dress on you."

Frozen, I stand and watch as all the rovers in camp roll out. The camp is almost drained of life; all the mercenaries, half of the Sixers, Mira, and of course Lucas have left. Lily and her grandmother come up and stand by my side. Lily grabs my hand and this when I realize that I am trembling. Before she asks, I reclaim my hand and run to the tent.

Sitting on my cot, I allow the tears to fall. I am a traitor. I have failed them all. Soon, they will all be dead and I let it happen. In a few days, Lucas will be returning with an even bigger and more heavily armed army. Taylor will not be able to stop him. He doesn't even know this is happening. Lucas has all the aces in his pocket: an army, access to 2149, and the element of surprise. There is no way to stop Lucas but by warning Taylor at least he could prepare himself or have time to evacuate the innocents, like my mom.

Collecting myself, I try to think it out. All the rovers are gone… all except the one which requires repairing. I dash outside and to the outskirt of camp where the inoperable rover is deserted. Popping the hood, I take a quick survey of the problem, the work and parts required, and the repair time involved. Even if all goes smoothly, the earliest I can head out is tomorrow morning. It will have to be good enough.

I scavenge the camp for parts and get to work. The hours pass by, the sun burning making sweat drip down my neck and back. After dinner, which I skipped, Lily sits down on a rock to watch, her black eyes following my every move and I can swear she knows what I am up to. Too much like her mom, that kid. Not that it matters. I'll be gone by the time she can tell her mom… and Lucas. Lucas; how will he react? Will he once again hate me or will he be able to understand? Never again will I feel his kiss or feel his arms around me.

The pain, the kind that stabs and makes breathing difficult, overcomes me and the wrench drops out of my hand. It hits the front of the rover and slides down its side onto the ground. Low-spirited, feeling depleted and deflated, I bend down to retrieve it. Thinking I'm hearing rovers approach, I peek through my legs, underneath the hem of my dress. There is nothing, just the sound of the wind in the trees and the thousands of creatures living around us. I am losing my mind. With wrench ready, I continue with my work. I have to get the rover working by morning. I have to get to Taylor by…

There it is again. I twist, looking over my shoulder at the path through the vegetation. I can see nothing, but I can hear it; the soft hum of engines and the crackling of branches snapping under tires. Lily hears it too and stands up, hand shading her eyes.

It can't be Lucas. He can't be back already. Icy tingles, starting from my head and gradually working its way down causing a head rush, has me gripping the hood and bowing. I don't dare to look. I can't look as the destruction of my home and family rolls up.

There's a slam of a door, footsteps, and hands grabbing my waist, swinging me around. "What are you up to?"