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Skye's mind was numb with shock as her body rattled against the floor of the rover. She couldn't believe how much had changed since the amazing morning she'd spent with Lucas. Now, she was destined to die in Mira's hands; something she'd always dreaded.

Suddenly, the rover screeched to an unexpected stop, slamming Skye into the front seat. She let out a groan of pain, earning a glare from Mira. The passenger door to the rover was yanked open from the outside, and someone got in. "Took you long enough."

Skye's head snapped up at the eerily familiar voice, and her second-worst fears were confirmed. She could see Carter's hazy frame from the floor of the rover, and she ducked her head, hoping that he hadn't seen her. Unfortunately, Carter seemed to already know that Mira had taken her.

"Well, isn't this a surprise?" Carter leaned down and pulled Skye up off the floor, holding her up on the seat beside him. Despite her spinning head and weak frame, Skye attempted to push Carter away without much success. Carter's mouth twisted into a devilish smile, sending chills down Skye's spine. "Good to see you, Princess."

Carter reached up to brush Skye's hair away from her face, and Skye was struck by how different his touch was from Lucas's. Carter was rough, his callused fingers scratching uncomfortably against Skye's face. Though Lucas's hands were scarred as well, his touch was soft, gentle and comforting. Skye tried to pull back again, but Carter now had an iron grip on her arms. He turned to Mira, an eyebrow raised scheming. "Mira. Why would you waste something so… precious?"

Skye's eyes widened in disgust and though she hated to admit it, fear. Adrenaline rushed into Skye's veins, and she reached out and gave Carter a strong shove, managing to budge his grip. Carter, however, just looked amused. He reached into the back of the rover and pulled out the communicator, bringing it to his lips.

"Come in, young Taylor," Carter's mouth twitched to hide a smirk as he chuckled at his own sarcasm. Skye ground her teeth together, and Carter threw a wink in her direction.

"Carter," Lucas growled, his voice sending Skye's heart racing again. "I'm guessing you got out too?"

"It's not just Mira who had unfinished business," replied Carter, turning his gaze on Skye. She suppressed a shiver as Carter's eyes swept over her body, and she turned away in repulsion. Carter laughed darkly, turning back to the communicator. "I'm going to have some fun with your girl, Lucas. Come find me if you can."

Leaving the communicator on so that Lucas's shouts were legible, Carter set it down on the window sill of the rover and turned to Mira, a devilish smile on his lips. Mira rolled her eyes, obviously bored with the situation. "I'll have to go check on the transponder situation when we get there, but don't kill her. Not yet."

"Of course not," crooned Carter, placing a hand under Skye's chin. She tried to push him back again, but Carter grabbed her hands and pinned them back against the front seat of the rover, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Don't try that again, Princess. I'm not as forgiving as young Taylor."

Lucas let out another snarl from the communicator. "If you touch her, Carter – "

"Empty threats, Taylor," reminded Carter, tapping the communicator's microphone. "Can't do much from inside a communicator."

"Count your blessings, Carter," Lucas's voice had become slightly more confident. "Because you're dead when I find you."

"Ooh," said Carter, the sarcasm heavy in his tone. His eyes turned to meet Skye's. "Guess I better live the rest of my life to the fullest, eh, Princess?"

"I guess," retorted Skye, throwing Carter a glare. "As long as you don't tempt me to rip your throat out before Lucas finds out."

"Skye," Lucas's voice cracked slightly, and Skye could feel tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. Determined not to cry, she blinked the tears away and glared at Carter again. Carter, who was still smirking at Skye's remark, raised his eyebrows innocently.

"Well, isn't that just adorable?" crooned Carter, turning to Mira. "Looks like we've hit a soft spot."

"I'm going to barf," deadpanned Mira, glaring back at Carter. She reached over and swiped the communicator off the ledge, turning it off. "We're here."

Sure enough, the rover stopped a few seconds later in front of what looked like a one-room cabin in the middle of the forest. Mira threw the door open and stepped out, turning back to narrow her eyes at Carter. "Remember what I said. Nothing fatal."

"Yeah, yeah," replied Carter airily, grabbing Skye by the front of her shirt. He held a hand out towards Mira, gesturing for her to hand him the communicator. She rolled her eyes.

"Always the dramatic one, aren't you?" said Mira as she tossed the communicator at Carter. He winked as he caught it, stuffing it into his pocket.

"Wouldn't want young Taylor to miss the fun, would we?" said Carter as he hauled Skye out of the rover. Skye turned around, ready to make a run for it, but found Mira's gun back on her forehead.

"You may want to keep this," said Mira, handing the gun to Carter as she gave Skye a sharp shove against the rover. "You never know with this one."

"Touché," Carter took the gun and stuffed it into the back of his pants, his hand grabbing the hair at the back of Skye's head. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of her."

Skye gritted her teeth against the pain, feeling a serious migraine coming on. She reached up to try and loosen Carter's grip, but he ignored her as he pushed her towards the cabin. Skye's heart began to race as they approached the door. She wasn't delusional; she knew exactly what Carter planned on doing. And Skye knew that she was going to have to find an escape.

Carter pulled a card out of his pocket and held it up to the scanner, granting them access to the small cabin. He pushed Skye in, and took one last look back at the rover before entering, locking the door behind himself. Skye stumbled blindly until she was in the middle of the room, her eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness. Carter reached out and flipped a switch that lit the solar lights along the ceiling, semi-lighting the room. Skye backed up against the wall at the back of the cabin, taking in her surroundings. The cabin was filled with desks holding monitors that seemed to be screening the forest, showing images of different spots.

Carter walked over to one of the desks and set the communicator down, turning it on. "You there, young Taylor? Wouldn't want you to miss this."

Skye strained her ears, waiting for Lucas's response, but it didn't come. Skye's heart sank as Carter's hungry gaze fell on her, and her eyes began to flit around the cabin for an escape route. Carter began to approach her, his strides long but lazy, and Skye mirrored his movements, moving farther away.

"You can't run away from me, Princess," said Carter, his voice annoyingly teasing. Skye's fingertips traced the desk as she searched for a weapon of any sort, but everything seemed to be nailed down securely. Suddenly, Carter darted to the right and came up around the desk, but Skye quickly stepped around the desk again. She was reminded of the day Lucas broke into her house in Terra Nova and tried to catch her from around the counter. With a pang, Skye realized that she might never see Lucas or Terra Nova again. Unless she'd heard wrong, Mira intended to kill her; after Carter was done with her, of course.

Carter pressed his palms into the desk, his fingers splayed out on the steel. "Let's not be ridiculous now. We both know that you don't stand a chance, so why make things complicated?"

"Why are you doing this to me?" demanded Skye, shooting Carter dagger-eyes from the other side of the desk. "What did I ever do to you?"

"Do you think it was only Lucas you betrayed?" asked Carter, his voice getting slightly louder with anger. "You betrayed the Sixers as well. And we aren't the least bit forgiving."

"I…" Skye pressed her lips together, not knowing what to say. She didn't want to apologize, because she knew that she wouldn't be sincere at all. But Skye had to try and stall him. "I'm sorry."

"It's a little too late for apologies, Princess," said Carter, darting to the left. Skye mirrored his movement easily, her eyes flickering towards the door. In the few seconds that Skye turned away, Carter leapt over the table and grabbed Skye, pinning her to the desk behind her. "Besides, you're taking young Taylor's punishment for leaving us in that hellhole as well. Especially since he seems to have an interest for you."

Skye struggled against Carter's grip, but he was holding on hard enough to leave bruises. Carter looked into her eyes, something changing in his expression. Skye suppressed a derisive scoff; had he really begun to develop feelings for her? After her death sentence had been written?

Carter reached out and pulled the hair tie out of Skye's hair, letting it fall loose onto her shoulders. "The wild look suits you, Princess."

Skye tried again to pull away, but Carter pinned her down onto the desk and climbed on top of her, straddling her hips to eliminate the use of her legs. Skye tried to punch him away, but he grabbed her wrists and slammed them into the desk. Mustering up all her courage, Skye said what had been running through her mind from the moment she discovered Carter's intentions. "Every time you touch me, I'll think of him."

Skye could've sworn she saw something reminiscent of defeat in Carter's eyes, but it disappeared as he replied with a smirk. "You think I want your love, Princess?"

Skye recoiled slightly at his words. "You're a monster."

"Hm," said Carter, leaning down until his lips were only a few inches away from Skye's face. "But monsters seem to be your type, don't they, Princess?"

Carter closed the gap between them and pressed his lips against Skye's, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. Skye let out an almost silent shriek as she tried to beat him away without success. As he pressed into her mouth, Skye felt Carter's grip loosen slightly. Taking advantage of his carelessness, Skye mustered all her energy and shoved Carter away, sending him flying off her body.

Skye leapt up off the desk and jumped over Carter as she raced for the door. Carter reached out and grabbed Skye's ankle, sending her flying towards the ground. She let out a scream of pain as her head made contact with the concrete, and she felt her head spin as she tried to stay conscious. Carter crawled over to her and got on top of her again, his energy restored. Skye squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clenched around her throbbing head.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot made Skye's eyes fly open again. She looked up to see Carter clenching at his stomach, his eyes wide with pain. Skye quickly kicked Carter off her body, scrambling away from him as fast as she could. Before she could turn around to see who had shot him, a pair of arms wrapped around her, engulfing her in her favourite scent.

"Hey," Lucas pulled Skye to him, stroking her hair comfortingly. Skye took one look at him and nestled her face into his neck so he couldn't see her tears, wrapping her arms around him. Another string of gunshots made Skye look up again to find Lucas shooting Carter repeatedly, his expression terrifyingly angry.

"Lucas!" Skye grabbed his arm despite her pounding head, stopping him from shooting Carter's writhing body again. Lucas swore loudly, glaring at Carter.

"You bastard," growled Lucas, aiming a kick in Carter's direction. Carter had stopped squirming, and judging by the pool of blood surrounding him, Skye knew that he was dead. She wrapped her hands around Lucas's neck, pulling him closer.

"You made it," murmured Skye, her legs threatening to give away. She collapsed onto the floor, and Lucas reached out and caught her before she fell. He wrapped an arm around her waist to support her, his other hand stroking her cheek.

"Of course," he replied, kissing the top of Skye's head. "I would never – "

The door to the cabin burst open, cutting Lucas off. Mira strode in, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of Lucas and Skye together. Before she could even reach for her gun, Lucas had his pointing straight at her head. Skye saw his finger reach for the trigger, and she grabbed his arm to stop him. "Lucas. Don't. She isn't worth it."

Mira sneered, folding her arms across her chest. "Well, isn't this sweet?"

Lucas glared at Mira, his gun still aimed at her head. "You should learn to cover your tracks, Mira. A six year old managed to track you."

Skye frowned, struggling to think through the pulsing pain in her head. Savannah had tracked Mira? How on earth had she managed that? Judging her confused expression, Mira seemed to be thinking the same thing. She peered around Lucas to look at Carter's dead body. "Do you really think killing Carter is going to get you anywhere?"

"No, but killing you might," growled Lucas, clicking the trigger threateningly. Skye tightened her grip on Lucas's arm, telling him not to shoot her. Though she wasn't very friendly with Mira, Skye knew that Lucas had killed enough in his lifetime. She didn't want him carrying the burden of killing hundreds of people.

"Why don't we work something out?" asked Mira, holding her hands up. Lucas raised an eyebrow questioningly, prodding her to continue. "I'll give you something in exchange for you letting me go."

"I don't want anything from you," snarled Lucas, his hand tightening around Skye's waist. He looked down at Skye, his eyes flickering slightly before looking back at Mira. "Leave. Go away, and don't ever come back."

Mira looked from Skye to Lucas, her mind whirring. She finally unfolded her arms, her stance falling slightly. "Fine."

Without another word, Mira turned on her heel and left, leaving the door open behind her. Skye turned to Lucas, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Lucas, you know she won't keep her word."

"I know. But that gives me an excuse to kill her," replied Lucas, turning his head to look down at Skye. His eyes softened, and he leaned down to kiss her lightly on the lips. "Let's go home."

Bam! Bet you guys weren't expecting Carter, were you? I watched a few older episodes of Terra Nova yesterday and I realized that I completely forgot about Carter! But I kinda like Mira more than him, which is why I kept her alive. Next chapter should be up Monday-ish!