A/N: You guys have no idea how awesome I felt after reading your supportive reviews! As much as I think that the characters went way too OOC for their development – thank you KAZzieann for your wonderful comment about their development, by the way, since I believe in the same exact thing – I'm glad you all thought it was all very plausible.

NumberSixteen, your writing is phenomenal as it is. It has your own style already in it, and that's the most any writer can ask for from themselves!

Tellmamatobuggeroff, yes I did know that Ashley Zuckerman is Australian and that his accent is so awesome – and that he is just beyond sexy! Although, I must admit, when it comes to actors from Australia and New Zealand, Karl Urban takes precedence – oh my God, talk about sex on legs, and don't even get me started on HIS accent! – followed by Hugh Jackman. Poor Ashley Zuckerman must suffice getting third in that ranking, lol.

Unleash Your Inner Self, ¿hablas español? Yo tambien – pues, un poquito, nada mas. A mi me gusta que te gustaba mi historia. (Ay, my gramática es terrible. *facepalm*)

Ilovemyshipparings, in answer to your question, he meant that he hasn't exactly had much sex because he's been way to obsessed with beating his father – not to mention he was hiding out in the forest/jungle for five years. Unless he was out there screwing dinosaurs, I don't think he was getting laid much. Roflmao.

Royalshadow1, my only response to what happened to you: roflmao. That would definitely be interesting. I'm…sorry? Your friend didn't read it, did he? That would've made it ten times more awkward. xP

Bohnaheen, happy birthday, then! I'm glad I gave you the best birthday present ever. Lol.

I just found another Lucas Taylor tribute with some Lucas/Skye undertones to it. It's absolutely a perfect character study of our favorite psychopathic genius. Lol. Check it out: youtube(.)com/watch?v=SrjCh88CKBk

I also found another Lucas/Skye video, only the song is in a different language, so I have no idea what it's saying. Lol. Check it out: youtube(.)com/watch?v=YToekAPDrJ8

Skye thought she heard voices in her dreams – voices that didn't belong there, that is. Her brow furrowed as she struggled to decipher their muffled words, tried to discern the identity of the familiar speakers. It wasn't until she fought to lift herself out of sleep that she realized the voices weren't in her dreams – they were very real.

Jerking her head up, she forced her eyes open, squeezed them shut as the morning light seared them. Rubbing her eyes, she tried again, found her vision was still blurry with sleep.

"Commander Taylor, you'll never guess what we just found."

Skye sat up suddenly, her breath hitching in her throat. She reached out, seized Lucas's shoulder. "Lucas," she hissed, still trying to blink away the fog in her mind. "Lucas, get up! They found us!"

Her chest constricted – though with anxiety or relief, she wasn't sure.

"Skye!" A figure loomed in front of her, grabbed her arms, pulled her to her feet. The blurriness in her vision cleared, revealed Mark Reynolds's concerned face. "You're safe now. We've got you." He smiled. "You're going back to Terra Nova."

Lucas was barely coming out of his stupor, a faint smile on his face, when the nearest soldiers seized him. He reacted in an instant. "Get your fucking hands off me!" He kicked, fought against them. His eyes darted to the bare space beside him. "Bucket? Skye?"

When he saw her, Skye couldn't help but notice the relief pass over his face, only to be quickly replaced by anger. He yanked against his restraints, struggled against the two male soldiers who had pinned his arms to his back. They ripped the gun out of his pants, stripped him of his knife. He freed one arm, elbowed the soldier behind him in the face. The man staggered, blood gushing from his battered nose. Lucas twisted around, swung his fist into the second soldier's face.

"Lucas!" Skye tried to yank herself out of Reynolds's grasp, was held back. "Behind you!"

He barely had a chance to look over his shoulder. Three soldiers tackled him to the ground, smashed his face into the dirt and grass. Skye watched, helpless, as they cuffed him, watched as Lucas's face turned red with fury and exertion. His yells jarred Skye's ears, made her wince as she was pulled away by Reynolds to the nearest empty rover. Lucas met her gaze. She couldn't hear him shout her name, though she saw his lips form the word.

Another rover pulled up from behind. Taylor's face appeared at the door, stared into Skye's face. She thought she saw something flicker in his crystal blue eyes, something akin to relief. Whatever it was, he quickly concealed it behind the familiar steel façade. He turned his attention to Reynolds.

"What happened?"

Reynolds shifted into an at ease position. "We were trying to find an easier way through the forest when Bosh thought he smelled smoke, sir. When we stopped, we saw Lucas and Skye lying there next to the remains of a fire. Bosh radioed you the moment we realized who they were, sir."

Taylor nodded curtly, cast one last glance in Skye's direction. Her eyes followed him as he wandered over to his son. She could only imagine the look of disgust and grief in his face. She could see the hate in Lucas's eyes, could see the rage shining in his eyes. She couldn't hear what Taylor said, but she saw Lucas spit in his face. Taylor twitched back, wiped his hand over his face. He said something to the soldiers, jerked his head back to one of the rovers. The soldiers dragged Lucas, kicking and cursing at the top of his lungs, to one of the rovers behind Skye. She watched him until he disappeared from view.

Commander Taylor brushed by the rover without so much as glancing at Skye. Her eyes followed him, too, until he stepped into one of the rovers and shouted, "We're heading back!"

He hadn't said a single word to her.

Reynolds relayed the message to the driver of the rover. The engine turned over easily, and the rover roared to life. Reynolds slammed the door shut just in time as the driver wheeled the vehicle around to follow Commander Taylor. Skye glanced through the slits in the doors, saw a huge convoy trailing in front and behind her. Her brow furrowed.

"What's going on?"

Reynolds glanced over at her. His eyes darted out the rover, over to Commander Taylor's vehicle. "We were heading to the Badlands."

Skye felt the breath leave her chest. "Why?"

Reynolds fidgeted, his hands playing with the strap of his weapon. "I can't say much."

She fixed him with a hard stare. "Mark, I've been out here for almost a week – and you're telling me you can't say much? It's bad enough that you just found me by accident! At least I know now that nobody went looking for me."

"That's not true. We sent out a search party the minute Taylor made it back to camp and told us that you had disappeared."

Skye passed a hand over her eyes. "Disappeared, huh?" Tears threatened to overwhelm her. Sure, Taylor had been wounded, but the Commander she knew would've gone after her the moment he realized she wasn't with him. He really did hate her.

Reynolds must have sensed her sadness. He cleared his throat, dropped his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "In one of the crates that Lucas was going to ship back to 2149, we found the prow of a Viking ship."

"So?"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping lower still. "It came from the Badlands – and it's from, like, the fourteenth century." He leaned back. "That's what Maddy thinks, anyway. If they had let her see it, she could've told them exactly when it came from."

Skye nodded, noted sourly the look that crept into Reynolds's eyes at the mention of Maddy. Hadn't they had a relationship starting? What had happened since Skye had been kidnapped? The word made her tongue thick with disgust. She had been kidnapped, yes, but as she thought more about it, it no longer felt like a kidnapping. Not with what happened the night before. She was still sore; sitting actually hurt, made a dull ache throb in her nether regions. But she wouldn't wish it away for the world – because, from what she could tell, she'd never get another chance to be with Lucas. Her chest constricted at the thought.

"What happened to my search party?" she heard herself ask.

"They gave up after the second day." Reynolds had gone quiet, his eyes reflecting regret and sympathy. "Taylor pulled them for this convoy to the Badlands."

So Taylor had issued the stop of the search party. Skye suddenly found it difficult to swallow. Lucas had been right back in Boylan's bar – Taylor probably wouldn't forgive her…ever…

She forced her attention away from the negative thoughts. "Mark," she said, struggling to keep her voice steady, "this is a huge convoy. Did Taylor pull all the soldiers away from Terra Nova?"

Reynolds shook his head. "No, there's a small unit stationed back at the colony." His voice dropped again, his eyes darting towards Commander Taylor's rumbling vehicle. "He hasn't been himself since he got back. I don't know if it's from Lucas getting away again or if it's from Lieutenant Washington's death." Sadness flickered across his face.

Skye hadn't actually known Wash as well as she could have. They had occasionally talked, mostly about girl things – which was ironic, considering how un-girl-like the Lieutenant had been – but nothing really had connected them. Skye wished she could feel some kind of grief for the dead woman. And to think the man she had slept with the night before had killed her himself!

"Has – has the funeral already happened?"

Reynolds shook his head. "It's tomorrow."

Skye's frown deepened. "Taylor was going to miss it?"

He shrugged. "To be honest, nobody knows what's going on inside the Commander's head. I'm not saying he's lost it or anything, but some of the things he's doing aren't exactly normal for him."

The rover bounced over a rut. Skye jarred her ankle against the metal side of the vehicle, winced as pain exploded through it. Concern flickered across Reynolds's face.

"Are you alright?" he asked. Skye couldn't help but smile inwardly – Maddy had truly scored with the courteous, thoughtful, and considerate Mark Reynolds. A pang constricted Skye's chest as her thoughts immediately drifted to Lucas. He was going to get what he deserved. Five days ago, she would've relished the thought. Now, though, it sent a wave of dread rolling through her.

"Are you alright?" Mark repeated, inching forward on his seat to meet her faraway gaze.

Skye shook her head. "I sprained my ankle."

"May I?" Skye nodded, let him pick up her leg and examine the swollen flesh. "When did you sprain it?"

"The day after the Commander was stabbed." She winced again as Reynolds's fingers gently probed the injury.

"Sorry," he murmured, grimacing in sympathy. "We'll have Dr. Shannon look at it right away." He gently propped her foot up on the nearby seat. "The Commander will want to debrief you afterwards."

Debrief me? Skye leaned back in her seat, squeezed her eyes shut. At least it would force Taylor to talk to her, even if it was only an interrogation. Unless, of course, he had somebody else do it – like Reynolds or Riley. Taylor might even give Curran the job if he was that loath to talk to her.

"What about Lucas?"

Reynolds glanced over to her, something akin to confusion flashing in his eyes. "He'll be sent to the brig and kept under strict security."

Skye nodded. Of course. Taylor would want to get as much information out of his son as possible, perhaps try to figure out how to gain some closure from him. It would be Lucas's chance to prove to Skye that he had changed. The thought, however, didn't bode well with her. Taylor wouldn't banish Lucas as he had done before. It would only put them back to square one.

So Lucas would probably stay in the brig forever to rot away the rest of his life.

They bounced and rocked through the foliage. The falls thundered nearby, eliciting memories of Lucas's hands roaming her body in the water, of his warm breath tickling her cheek. Skye shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the metal pressing into her sore body. She felt the lingering remnants of feather-soft kisses gracing her skin, of myriad sensations overwhelming her as Lucas had sex with her. As she sat there, trying to remember and forget the previous night's events simultaneously, she realized that the first time had been sex, but the rest had been lovemaking.

The thought unsettled her even more so than the fact that Taylor was never going to forgive her.

"We'll be back to the colony before nightfall," Reynolds told her, jolting her from her thoughts. He met her gaze, fidgeted with the strap of his weapon again. "What was it like? Being held captive by Lucas, I mean."

Skye bit her lip. She rolled her head back again, let her eyes flutter close. "Not what I expected."

P.S. Hahahaha, and you all thought they would make it to the Badlands! Nah, I had no idea what was out there, so I figured I couldn't come up with something plausible to explain the ancient Viking ship – or whatever it was. Not to mention that I was missing Commander Taylor! (This was planned all along, by the way, which is why I needed Lucas and Skye to have sex before they only had a day until they were to the Badlands – else, like I said, it wouldn't have happened at all.)