Author's Note: So I rushed this chapter like no tomorrow because of all the requests for an early update, but I think it might be the longest chapter I've written o.O. There was just so much to get through! I hope you all like it! :)

Back in Terra Nova, Taylor had just shoved the last of the Sixers into the Brig with Mira and the rest. About fifty Sixers had managed to escape when the forces moved in, but as long as Mira and Lucas were under the lock, Taylor was happy. Taylor emerged from the Brig to meet a satisfied Shannon, who was now embracing his wife.

A figure emerged from around Dr. Shannon, a woman with raven hair and a worry-lined face. Taylor didn't hesitate to walk right up to Wash and embrace her tightly as though it was the last time he was going to see her. Wash hesitated before hugging Taylor back, not sure if it was a very professional thing to do.

"I'm glad you're safe, Wash," said Taylor, the emotion clear in his deep blue eyes. Wash nodded curtly, pressing her lips together. Taylor turned to a soldier at his right, ready to get back to business. "Are the troops on their way to the meadow?"

"They should be there by now, sir," replied the soldier, standing up straighter as he responded. Taylor nodded, his eyes glinting.

"Good. I want that bastard away from Skye as soon as possible."

"Wait," started Wash, taking a hesitant step closer to Taylor. "I, uh, don't think that's going to be very easy."

Taylor frowned, folding his arms across his chest. "Explain, Lieutenant."

Wash pressed her lips together nervously, wishing she didn't have to do this at such a time. She lowered her voice so that only Taylor, Shannon and Dr. Shannon could hear. "I believe that there's something going on between them. Something more than what you've been asking Skye to do."

Taylor blinked. "You think they're together?"

Wash nodded, clutching at her elbows. "I know they are. I've talked to Skye about it, and they really are serious."

Taylor met Shannon's eyes, his worst fears confirmed. "He got to her. We have to get her out of there right now."

Taylor fished the communicator out of his pocket and clicked the button to communicate with Skye, ignoring Wash as she tried to stop him.

"Skye. Skye, come in."

"Commander, I really don't think –"

"Father. I was wondering when I'd hear from you again."

The crowd outside the Brig fell silent, paralyzed with shock. Taylor looked up at Wash, whose horrified expression perfectly represented how Taylor felt. Taylor quickly clicked down on the button again, bringing the communicator to his mouth. "Lucas. What've you done to Skye? Where is she?"

"Ah," Lucas's voice rasped through the communicator, sending chills throughout the crowd. "You see, she can't exactly come on the line right now. But as we're already talking, do you mind telling me where Mira and the other Sixers might be?"

"They're all locked up, Lucas," replied Taylor, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Bring Skye back. She has nothing to do with this. Let her go, and we'll talk this out."

"I don't think I can do that, Commander," said Lucas, his voice mocking Taylor. "She betrayed me three times now. I take that quite personally. And you see, as long as I have her, you never really won."

"Lucas," growled Taylor, his free hand curling into a fist. Wash looked up at Shannon, whose eyes were wide as he listened. "She's a human, not something you play with."

Lucas laughed dryly. "I beg to differ, Commander."

"LUCAS!" shouted Taylor, veins popping out of his neck. "Let. Her. Go."

"No," replied Lucas simply. "You can keep Mira. I don't need her. But just know that if you cross me in any way, the, ah, punishment will be put on Skye."

The communicator crackled as Lucas cut the line, the static emphasizing his last sentence. Taylor looked up at Wash, his expression hard. "You were saying?"

"We need to get her out of there," choked Wash, her eyes slightly moist. How could she have actually believed that Lucas loved Skye? He was a psycho, and she should never have encouraged Skye to continue her relationship with him. Wash squeezed her eyes shut, and Taylor patted her shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't worry, we'll get her out," said Taylor, his voice definite. He turned to the soldier again. "Call the troops back, they won't find Lucas in the meadow. Prepare for a full sweep of the forest."

"Yes, sir," The soldier saluted and left abruptly, pulling out his communicator to call back the troops. Shannon turned to Taylor, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"If they left before the forces got there, we never know how far they could've gotten," Shannon pointed out. Taylor began to pace, looking more distraught than Shannon had ever seen him before.

"We have to try," said Taylor, running a hand over his face. "I can't let her go. Not now."

Suddenly, Josh Shannon rounded the corner to the Brig, approaching the group. He looked from Taylor to Shannon to Wash, mildly confused. "What's going on? And where's Skye? I haven't even seen her yet."

Taylor looked at Shannon, Dr. Shannon and Wash to find expressions similar to his; anxious, guilty and sympathetic.

Skye woke up feeling like someone had taped weights to her head. She brought her hand up to the back of her skull, and an excruciating burst of pain emitted from the spot the moment she touched it. There was a small dent in the back of her head, deep enough to make her wince. Skye hadn't opened her eyes yet, and as the day's incidents replayed in her head, she was afraid to even sneak a peek. Where had Lucas taken her after knocking her out? Was she back in Terra Nova? Did Taylor manage to sneak Wash out before Lucas returned?

With a deep breath, Skye opened her eyes the tiniest bit. The excess amount of light made Skye fully open her eyes in surprise. It was morning, but how long had it been morning? Skye turned her attention to the ceiling and her heart stopped when she realized that it wasn't the medic center ceiling. To Skye's horror, she wasn't in Terra Nova. She wasn't anywhere near Terra Nova. She was back in the Sixer camp, in the very bed that Lucas had kept her mother in. Gritting her teeth to handle the pain, Skye turned her head to the right to face the doorway.

There was an armed Sixer pacing in the doorway, and Lucas was nowhere to be found. Skye looked over at the nook in the corner of the room, where Lucas usually worked on his calculations. It was where he had first kissed her, catching her off guard. Skye squeezed her eyes shut as she realized that she had probably kissed Lucas for the last time the evening before. If she knew that Lucas was about to find out that she had yet again betrayed him, Skye would've done things very, very differently.

Skye frowned as she thought of the reasons as to why she was in the Sixer camp. Had Lucas decided not to go back to Terra Nova? What if Lucas was in Terra Nova but decided to leave Skye at the Sixer camp so that she wouldn't interfere?

"Hey!" shouted Skye, her voice hoarse. The Sixer turned around abruptly, surprised. His eyes widened when he saw that Skye was awake, and Skye's narrowed in return. Leroy.

Leroy looked to his right and signaled someone, probably another Sixer. Skye heard the commotion outside and frowned again. "Hey! What's going on? Where's Lucas?"

"He's on his way right now," replied Leroy, looking nervously to the right again. Skye's eyes widened, realizing that she wasn't ready to face Lucas again.

"Wait, no!" whispered Skye, pressing her lips together. "Tell him I'm asle – "

Skye's voice caught in her throat as Leroy jumped back to let Lucas enter the room. Lucas's eyes fell on Skye's, and he stopped in the doorway. Skye felt herself shiver as a hard expression spread over Lucas's face. He signaled for Leroy to leave, and Leroy left with lightening speed.

Skye tried to sit up, but pain shot through her head, preventing her from even moving. Lucas approached Skye's bed, stopping about two feet away, and folded his arms across his chest. He watched Skye for a few moments, his eyes as cold as ice. "Why did you lie to me, Bucket?"

Skye swallowed, wetting her throat to allow her to speak. "I-I'm sorry. But I had to help get Wash out of there – "

"It makes you wonder," cut Lucas, his mouth twisting dangerously. "How many lies could a person have told if they confused one of their lies with another?"

Skye frowned, wincing as her head seared with pain. "What're you talking about?"

"DON'T pretend you don't know what I'm talking about," growled Lucas, moving closer to Skye. "You said that Taylor was going to help Wash escape, but he was really taking Terra Nova back."

Skye's mouth dropped open. "What? No, he said that he was going to get Wash out because the Sixers were planning to kill her off."

Lucas watched Skye suspiciously, judging to see if she was lying. Skye looked right into his trustless eyes, the confusion clear in hers. Lucas scoffed softly, shaking his head. "It looks like our father has deceived the both of us."

Skye pressed her lips together, her mind whirring. "No. I don't believe it."

Lucas grabbed Skye by the shoulders and pulled her out of bed, shaking her. "WHY DO YOU REFUSE TO ACCEPT THE TRUTH? HE'S NOT THE SAINT EVERYONE MAKES HIM OUT TO BE!"

Pain pulsed through Skye's head, stopping her thoughts in their tracks. Tears streamed down Skye's cheeks at the pain that Lucas was causing her, but also at what he was saying. So it was true. Taylor had lied to her after all she had done for him. Suddenly, the pain was too much for Skye to handle and she crumpled in Lucas's arms, falling onto his shoulder as the agony blinded her.

Lucas quickly set her back down, swearing under his breath. He whirled around and pulled a painkiller from the desk beside the bed, injecting it into Skye's arm as soon as he got the cap off. Lucas wiped the flowing tears off Skye's cheeks, not angrily but not lovingly either. "I'm sorry. I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't hurt you, my dear sister, for what our father did to us."

Skye curled up on her side, sadness overwhelming her. Not only had she possibly lost Lucas forever, but Taylor had betrayed her by keeping her in the dark about something so big. Skye looked up at Lucas to find him watching her, not with desire as he had in the meadow, but rather with a sort of disgust. "How long has this been going on, Bucket? You spying for Taylor?"

Skye pressed her lips together, looking down at the wooden floor. Lucas sat down on the edge of Skye's bed, not touching her but close enough to feel her heat. His voice was an octave lower as he spoke again. "Let me guess. From the day you helped him escape the Brig."

Skye squeezed her eyes shut, trying to control her raspy breathing. "I-I didn't know what else to do. I thought I was doing the right thing."

"So it was all a lie," said Lucas, shaking his head. When Skye didn't respond, he scoffed. "Of course it was. You knocked me out in the rover that day so you could go see him. And you've been communicating with him all along. I'm guessing this – us being together – was also a part of the plan?"

Skye could feel a single tear running down her cheek but she didn't have the energy to wipe it away. She looked into Lucas's eyes, caught the hurt in them and felt as though her heart was really breaking. "Lucas… I'm so sorry."

Lucas shook his head disbelievingly and got up. He walked away from Skye's bed, headed for his calculations. Skye reached out for him, her mouth opening to call him, but the painkiller finally kicked in and she was out cold before her voice could leave her throat.

When Skye opened her eyes again, it was almost nightfall. The sky had a beautiful, pinkish tint to it, the kind that Skye used to wait for when she was a child. Skye looked to her right, expecting to see an empty doorway, but found Lucas sitting on a stool at her bedside.

"Morning," said Lucas, his mouth tilting into a mocking smirk. Both he and Skye knew that it wasn't morning. Skye raised her eyebrows when she realized that Lucas was talking to her normally again.

Then, it hit her. Her head wasn't hurting anymore. Skye reached up to feel the back of her head and found that the small dent was gone. Her eyes widened and she looked up to meet Lucas's eyes. "It's gone?"

"I couldn't watch you suffer any longer," Lucas took Skye's hand, his eyes smoldering with – love? Skye felt her heart start to race, both at Lucas's touch and at the fact that he might have forgiven her. She sat up, marveling at the absence of pain as she moved closer to Lucas.

"I really am sorry," mumbled Skye, leaning in until her forehead touched Lucas's. Lucas looked into her eyes, letting her gaze deep into his beautiful, deep green irises. He brought a hand up to Skye's face and stroked the side of her face lovingly, and Skye leaned her face into his hand.

"I could never stop loving you," whispered Lucas, his eyelashes brushing against Skye's. Skye let out a sigh of relief, her warm breath tickling Lucas's lips. He took her lips in his before she could close her mouth, his tongue playing with hers. Skye brought her arms up around Lucas's neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head.

"Lucas," breathed Skye as they broke away for air, thumbing the soft skin over his cheekbones. Lucas smiled back lazily in response, raising his eyebrows slightly. Skye swallowed, pulling him closer until he was touching the length of her body. "Lucas, I want you."

Lucas froze against Skye's body, looking up to meet her eyes. His mouth parted slightly when he saw the fire of desire in her eyes, and he didn't try and stop her as she began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled his shirt off, dropping in carelessly on the floor. Skye yanked her pale blue shirt off over her head, revealing her lacy lavender bra. Skye watched with satisfaction as desire took over Lucas's eyes. He pulled his pants of in one swift movement, and Skye followed suit.

Then Lucas was on top of Skye, kissing her like it was their last chance. He wound his hands in Skye's hair, and Skye wrapped her legs around his waist in response. Just when Skye thought Lucas couldn't get any sexier, he let out a growl, nipping at Skye's lower lip. Skye shivered slightly as that electric feeling returned, tingling between her legs. She brought her hands up to feel his muscular torso, marveling at the hardness of his abs.

Suddenly, Skye let out a gasp as pain seared from the back of her head, pulsing through her body. She brought her hands up to her head, squeezing her eyes shut as the agony took over.

Skye's eyes shot open and she gasped for air as she was jolted out of her dream. The sky outside was pitch black, telling Skye that it was well into the night. She looked to her right, gritting her teeth to numb the pain. Lucas was sitting in the front of the room, working on his calculations. He didn't even look up, despite the fact that Skye was sure she had screamed in her sleep.

So it had been a dream. Skye turned over to face the wall, letting the tears fall. She had never had such an amazing dream before, and she wanted for it to be real more than anything else in the world. Skye reached up to wipe away her tears but they were quickly replaced with new ones, leaving Skye to cry herself to sleep.

Lucas looked over at Skye when she turned around, his eyebrows creasing together. It was killing him to watch her in pain, but he forced himself to stay put. She had looked so happy when she was dreaming, and Lucas was sure that she was dreaming about returning home to Taylor and her friends. Seeing Skye so content almost made Lucas want to drive her back home, but he quickly stopped himself when he remembered that that would be helping his father, not Skye.

It seemed that Skye had fallen back asleep by the slow rising and falling of her body. Suddenly, she let out a whimper of pain, curling up in her sleep. Lucas gritted his teeth together, suppressing his urge to run to her, to hold her, stroke her hair and tell her that everything was going to be okay. Skye was his one weakness, and she was throwing him off. His father had almost won because of Lucas's love for Skye, and he couldn't let that happen again.

Lucas got up and headed for the door as Skye let out another cry, forcing himself to look straight ahead. He needed to stay away from Skye until he could fall out of love with her. He couldn't risk losing to his father, even for love.

*Sob* These two :'( I felt like it was so Lucas to still be in love with her even though she helped his father win. And of course he would never stop to think that maybe, just maybe, Skye really loved him. Anyways, till next time! :)