Author's notes: Ok, I'm officially flabbergasted, over 100 reviews? I think I just died a little from excitement, you are all just too incredible! I've loved reading each and every one of your reviews!

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Night fell rather quickly, and Skye was studiously avoiding Lucas as much as she could, which was more difficult than it sounded as she had absolutely nothing to distract her. He was absorbed in examining his papers, and silence had reigned for a long while, enough that she had fallen into a light doze, sitting against the outside wall of the shack, content to sit and watch the stars.

She had studiously ignored thinking about the kiss and everything else that had happened, if he wanted to ignore it, she could as well. It was all completely wrong. He was her enemy, the person who had threatened her home, her Mother, her. It wasn't even as though it was limited to that, he was an outsider, an enemy to the whole of Terra Nova, and she knew that the two could never be reconciled. Not that she would want to of course, because there was nothing between them, it was an aberration, a moment of weakness. Brought on by their close proximity and her having to take care of him. She probably had a Florence Nightingale complex, she mused, and snorted in amusement at the thought.

"Bucket?"

Skye turned her head to see Lucas standing next to her. She scolded herself quickly. She stood no chance if she couldn't even hear him moving next to her. She looked at him in query. He held out a bowl of food to her silently, grabbing his from inside as she took hers. She started eating slowly, hungry from the day, but not wanting to get sick from eating too quickly. The silence between them was awkward, strained, tense. She didn't want to be the first one to speak, the first to admit defeat. She couldn't show any weaknesses now.

Lucas leaned into her slightly, and pointed at the sky with his left hand. "Shooting star."

Skye turned to him, smirking slightly. "Don't you mean meteor?"

"Nope," he grinned back at her. "Shooting star."

"Aren't you a doctor?" She said, slightly sarcastic.

He raised his eyebrows at her. "Point being?"

"You know as well as I do that it's a meteor. Shooting star's don't exist. They're a fairy-tale, a romantic notion for people to make it seem like something more special. There's no scientific evidence that stars can shoot across the sky, but there is for a meteor." She finished smugly.

"Can't they be both? Can't something have two names, and have more than one side?" Lucas frowned at her slightly.

Skye spoke slowly, knowing that they weren't just talking about meteors or shooting stars anymore. "Something can have two sides, but one side isn't real, it's an illusion, it's false. You can give it a different name, but it's still going to be the same. The other side has to be a lie."

They both fell silent, gazes fixed on the sky, refusing to look at each other. Skye's mind was in turmoil, emotions churning. It should have been so simple to hate him, he opposed everything that she loved, and yet she couldn't. She felt a physical twinge of pain in her chest every time he rebuffed her, or she rebuffed him, and that wasn't right. She had every right to treat him like the enemy he was, and yet why did it hurt her so much?

Lucas' gaze was still fixed on the sky, pondering over Skye's words. Could something have two sides? Did one side necessarily have to be an illusion? He couldn't do this. He couldn't keep pretending that she wasn't important to him, that what she said didn't matter. Because each time she rejected him, his heart gave a twinge, reminding him that he was still alive, still capable of feeling pain, unlike what he had believed for the last ten years. He needed to find a solution to her and quickly, and right now, the only thing that his mind was screaming at him was safe to do was to get her as far away from him as possible. But whether his emotions or his mind would win this battle was another story. He was obviously stuck with her tonight, but after that, he decided that they would have to stay as far away from each other as possible. He would arrange a way to send her back to Terra Nova, someplace that she would be safe, because he couldn't handle it. Even if she stuck around the camp he knew she'd be a distraction he couldn't deal with. He had never been strong at dealing with his emotions, and she was causing problems and distractions he couldn't deal with.

He finished his meal quickly, standing up slowly, stretching out his joints, feeling the aching across his chest and the tenseness in his back. Skye looked at him. "Time to go to sleep." He said flatly. He walked into the shelter, placing his bowl on a crude shelf, and bending down, grabbed the blanket he had managed to stuff in the bag and unrolled it on the floor.

Skye took a quick look at the size. "I'm going to sleep outside." She said quickly.

Lucas looked at her, eyebrows raised. "And why would that be, Bucket?"

"That blanket isn't going to fit both of us." She crossed her arms across her chest, bracing herself for the argument.

Lucas shook his head. "It'll fit." He rubbed his hand across his face in annoyance, feeling the pang her rejection had caused. Damn her and his bloody emotions, he was turning soft. "Look," he sighed, "You can either freeze outside and possibly get pneumonia, and maybe eaten, or just suck it up for one night and sleep here. I don't like this anymore than you do, but this is the only option we have. You can be stupid and sleep outside, or just deal with things and sleep here." He finished arrogantly, raising his eyebrow at her.

Her eyes flashed indignantly, and she stomped over to where he stood, poking his chest with her finger. "I'm never stupid," she hissed, "I just don't like sharing my bed with bastards like you!"

His eyes twinged briefly with pain, but he smirked quickly to hide it. "And I don't like sharing mine with traitors like you, but we all have to make sacrifices at times." He lowered himself slowly to the floor, as far to the edge as he possibly could be. She flung herself down beside him, determined to show him that she wasn't affected by him.

She poked him with her finger. "You need to move over, you're on my side."

He looked pointedly at the blanket and the small size. He chuckled lightly. "I don't think there are really sides at this point."

"Either way, half of my back is on the floor, and there's no chance this can go over us."

"Then roll over." He suggested, smirking slightly.

"How about you roll over."

"Bullet wounds, my dear Bucket," he reminded her lightly, putting his left arm behind his head, using it to pillow his head and shut his eyes, feigning relaxation.

She let out a small snort at his tone, huffing in annoyance, and rolled over quickly, facing into his shoulder. "Happy?" She snapped.

He shivered slightly, feeling the warmth of her breath in his arm, surprisingly intimate. He laughed lightly internally at her comment. "Oh, ecstatic," he said sarcastically.

Skye huffed again in annoyance, and drew the blanket over both of them, snuggling deeply into it. Lucas grabbed the corner of it with his left hand, tucking it under him so a slight cocoon was formed. They both lay awake, tense, Skye staring at his shoulder, him staring at the ceiling.

Skye couldn't last too much longer though, the physical journey and the emotional turmoil of the last few days getting to her, and she fell asleep quickly. She rolled even closer to him in her sleep, while he went stiff in shock, not daring to move in case she realized and moved away. She flung her right arm around his waist, bringing her right knee up over his thighs, and her head found its way in between his shoulder and neck. He chuckled slightly, she was using him as a human pillow and she didn't even know it. He carefully turned into her slightly, being careful not to put pressure on his wounds, and brought his left arm down from behind his head, placing it across her waist, ignoring the warning sounds in his head, and holding her close to him, quickly fell asleep.

Sunlight streamed through the open entrance, waking Lucas up slowly. He felt more content than he could ever remember being, relaxed, and dare he say it, happy? He slowly came to his senses, remembering the events of last night. After Skye had fallen asleep with a little bit of her on top of him, he had quickly fallen asleep. Now, she was more on top of him than she was on the floor. Her head was lay right underneath his, tucked just under his chin, her right arm tightly clutching across his left side, right leg flung over his left hip. He nuzzled his face slightly into her hair, not thinking, inhaling her scent, and lightly kissed her head.

His chest hurt slightly from where she was lay, but because she had leaned diagonally across him, most of her weight was centered around his sternum, thankfully for him. He took in a shallow breath, trying not to disturb her. He gently pushed himself slightly to the left, chest clenching at her murmur of protest.

He gently pulled her hand from where it lay clutched around his chest and swung his legs out from under hers, gently lowering her to the floor. She woke up groggily, muttering under her breath. He grinned at the endearing picture she made, hair wild around her head, fists curled rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, still dressed in his shirt.

"Morning, Bucket," he said teasingly, noting her grumpy expression. She waved a hand quickly in his direction, still sprawled across the floor, slowly trying to wake up. He eased himself to his feet gradually, stepped outside the shelter, stretching quickly, and looked at the picture she made one last time, heart clenching, knowing what had to be done. When they got back to Terra Nova, this, whatever was going on between them, couldn't continue. She was heading back to Terra Nova as soon as possible. He looked at her, eyes lingering on her face, hers completely relaxed, innocent, lips curved up in a small smile, and he felt his chest twinge with pain. He took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly, eyes lingering, shook his head, and carefully exited the shelter, set off for a nearby group of trees to find some breakfast.

Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter, I stop where I feel it needs to break, and...you'll see when we hit the next chapter ;)! As always, I love to hear your thoughts!