Lucas:

When I awoke, the room around me was spinning wildly. It felt like a whole percussion band was drumming loudly in my head. I pushed my head into the pillow, groaning pitifully. The smell of vodka and gin was overpowering. I still had a bottle of something tenderly nestled against my chest.

It took me a good ten minutes to become alert enough to realise I could hear someone moving about in the other room. My eyes squinted open and focused on the door as I considered I could have been being burgled. But then it hit me I wasn't even in my own bedroom. In fact I wasn't certain where I was.

Wearily, I lifted my head up to look about my surroundings. But that only caused the pounding in my head to intensify; so I flopped back down, grumbling. I truly did not care where I was, or who I was with. All I really wanted was another drink to numb the feelings of hurt and betrayal a certain fucking whore had caused me.

My body instinctively tensed when I heard the door to the room I was in slide open. I feigned sleep, hoping to be left in peace. But instead footsteps began approaching. Then suddenly my face was drenched with icy cold water. My eyes snapped wide open and I cursed out loud. Tom stood beside me. In his hand he held a glass above my head, allowing the last few drops to splash onto my neck. His face was unsympathetic.

"Rise and shine sleeping beauty." He greeted.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded to know, pushing myself up to a slumped sitting position.

"It's midday Lucas. I was making sure you hadn't slipped into a coma. You're welcome." He placed the then empty glass on the bedside table next to me. I scowled at it then up at him. "I also brought you these." He held out his hand, revealing two white tablets in the palm. "Thought you might need them."

I pouted like a child and held out my hand for the pills. Tom dropped them into my hold and watched as I dry swallowed each of them one by one.

"Thank you." I muttered sarcastically as I wiped my damp forehead with the back of my hand.

"You hungry?" I pulled a face and shook my head. Food was the last thing on my mind. "Well then how about we have a nice conversation instead?" Tom suggested, crossing his arms. "You want to tell me what was up yesterday?" I glared and shook my head again. "I've never seen you like that before. You were already plastered by the time you made it into my bar. I'm surprised you didn't do your liver in."

I sighed grouchily.

"I was just having a bad day."

"We all have bad days, Lucas. That doesn't give you the excuse to get yourself into the state you were in last night."

I rolled my eyes.

"Tom, you're not my father. Quit with the fucking lecture." I snapped as I manoeuvred my way out of the bed. My legs were unsteady and my head still whirled, but I managed not to fall straight back down. "I'm not in the mood."

I staggered past Tom and out into the hallway. I recognised his place once I was out of the spare room. It was the same cluttered dump it always was. As I headed into the kitchen, I heard Tom walking closely behind me. I didn't bother asking for his permission and instead helped myself to a glass of water.

"What's happened Lucas? If you've done something that warrants your exile, I need to know."

I smirked and glanced across to where he stood.

"Why does everybody always assume I've done something wrong?"

Tom raised his brows.

"Have you?"

Only if the kid is mine I thought. But that seemed unlikely.

"No. For once I'm the victim." I defended.

Tom still looked doubtful. He leant against the doorframe, scrutinising my unkempt appearance with questioning eyes.

"Well then what is it? Has Skye broken your heart again?" I grimaced and turned my head away from his analysing eyes. I took a large gulp of the water I'd gotten for myself. "Are you fucking kidding me Lucas? You drink yourself into oblivion because you and Skye have had another argument?!" He exclaimed.

My eyes flicked back to meet his scornful pair.

"It's more than just an argument." I muttered. Tom shrugged at me, waiting for me to explain myself. Just thinking about what had happened was beginning to make my blood boil. "She's been fucking lying to me since I stepped through that fucking portal. I actually thought I could trust her...I was willing to trust her. You know that's not easy for me to do." I shook my head bitterly. "Well I won't be making that mistake again."

Tom frowned quizzically.

"What's she done?" He questioned.

I scowled painfully down at the glass in my hand.

"She's pregnant." I mumbled, not meeting Tom's eyes.

The house was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

"Pregnant? Skye?" Tom stammered as my words began sinking in. "What? When?"

I shrugged.

"Dunno. All I know is that she's been keeping it from me." I frowned hatefully down at the sink. "And I think she's planning on pinning this on me."

"Pinning this on...Lucas the kid has to be yours." Tom exclaimed. I finally met his eyes once more and frowned. "Skye hasn't been with anyone else. She loves you and only you."

"It can't be mine, can it? I only slept with her a few days ago. It doesn't happen that quick."

"Well obviously it's not from now. But from before..."

I shook my head.

"No." I stated firmly. "I don't want kids; I never have. I would have been careful. I wouldn't have risked getting her into this mess." I frowned. "There's been someone else. Clearly he doesn't want anything to do with it, so now she's trying to pin it on me. But I won't let her, Tom. I won't take responsibility for this. This one is not my problem."

Tom shifted his weight uncertainly; a glum frown was on his brow.

"Lucas I understand why you would have doubts. But I also reckon deep down you know there's a chance." I scowled out of the window. "Y'know when I first found out about Kate, I refused to believe she was mine. I ignored her existence for the first few years of her life. But then when her mom died, I had no choice but to step up." I glanced across at Tom as he rambled on. "It was really difficult at first. I hadn't ever wanted kids, but suddenly I was responsible for her. It was your mother who helped me through that time. She helped me with Kate, taught me how to actually take care of a kid." Tom shook his head. "I loved that girl so damn much Lucas." I frowned sadly. "When she died, part of me died too. But the worst thing for me is that I wasn't there for her at the start of her life. I missed her first steps, her first words…hell I even regret missing her potty training." I smirked. "Thing is, if I could go back and do things differently, then I would have made sure I was with Katie the moment she was born." Tom sighed glumly. "Because by the time she came to me and I realised how much I wanted my little girl, the damage of my absence had already been done. She always resented me for abandoning her mom and her for those first few years." Tom shook his head seriously at me. "Don't repeat my mistakes, Lucas." He warned.

I frowned deeply.

"I never wanted children." I muttered.

"I think it's a bit too late for that now son."

I shook my head.

"It's not mine." I stated firmly. "If it was my child, she would have told me about it, wouldn't she?" I pointed out. "But she didn't. If I hadn't have seen that scan, then I still wouldn't have known about it."

Tom frowned.

"She didn't tell you?"

"No. I had no idea." I glared savagely then. "Dear old dad knew though. He kept it a secret from me as well." I clenched my fists angrily. "I bet he was planning on using this child to try and control me." I shook my head. "But I won't let him, Tom. I won't let him."

"The bastard." Tom cursed. He looked as pissed off as I felt. "He knew and he didn't think to tell you?" I shook my head. Tom's face was getting redder as his rage grew. "He shouldn't have kept this from you. This is typical of him, trying to control everyone around him." A deep set frown formed on Tom's brow then. "I bet he told Skye not to say anything to you." I raised my brows then; I hadn't considered that. "She wouldn't have been able to keep this from you. Not unless he told her to. The fucking bastard. You wait until I next see him."

"Do you really think he stopped her from telling me?"

"Sounds like something he'd do." Tom commented.

I scowled. He was right. That was something he would do. I groaned loudly.

"This whole thing doesn't make any sense to me, Tom." I admitted. "I don't know what to do."

"You need to go and talk to that pregnant missus of yours." He instructed.

I grimaced and shook my head.

"No, I don't want to see her." I grumbled. "She lied to me. She betrayed me."

I glared angrily down at the floor. There was nothing left to say to Skye; I'd meant every single word I'd said the previous night.

"Fine. But you can't mope about here all day either." Tom remarked. "I gotta get to work and I don't trust you on your own with my alcohol." I smirked weakly. To be fair, I wouldn't have trusted myself with the alcohol either. Drinking seemed like my only solution right then. "Go home, freshen up and get your head together." Tom instructed.

I sighed.

"Okay." I agreed.

"And don't do anything stupid."

I sent Tom a small, crooked smile.

"When have I ever done anything stupid?"

Tom's response was a simple roll of the eyes.

"I'm gunna grab a shower." He announced. "You better be gone by the time I'm out." I nodded my head. "And Lucas...don't completely rule out the idea of parenthood just yet. Take it from me; it's one of the best things in life watching your baby grow."

My brows pinched together, another wave of confusion washing over me. Tom smiled encouragingly at me. Then he turned and headed down the hallway into the bathroom. I remained where I was for another good five minutes, if not longer. I didn't particularly want to go back to my lonesome dwelling. But where else was there for me to go?

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Skye:

I slammed my fist repeatedly against Lucas's front door, silently praying that he was going to answer and let me talk. Taylor had come to see me last night, explaining what had happened and how sorry he was. He'd told me to give Lucas chance to calm down before attempting to speak to him again. I'd begged Taylor to go and find him and make sure he wasn't going to do anything reckless; but Taylor hadn't been able to track him down. That meant no one had had the chance to talk any sense into him. It made me sick to my stomach not knowing where he was. What if he chose to leave Terra Nova? What if I never saw him again?

But I had to see him. I had to explain. There was so much I had to say to him. I'd barely slept last night for I had been planning the speech I'd give him. First I'd apologise, and then I'd beg for him to let me explain myself. I knew I should have told him before; there'd been countless opportunities where I could have told him. He should've known the truth before we'd gotten close; he'd had a right to know exactly what he was getting himself into. I'd fucked up majorly.

"Lucas!" I called out, banging my hand against the door. There was probably less of a chance he'd open the door once he realised it was me who was on the other side. But I was desperate. I needed to see him. "Lucas, please talk to me!" I cried, my voice trembling.

I snivelled miserably to myself, resting my forehead against the cold metallic surface of the door. I'd made such a mess of everything and I didn't know how to make it right. Did I give him the space he so evidently needed? Or did I keep fighting for something that may no longer even exist?

A single tear trickled down my cheek. So many conflicting thoughts were whirling around my head. It was like a wild tornado was rampaging through my brain, muddling my thoughts. Was loving someone really supposed to be that hard? And if it was, then was love truly worth it? I'd been on my own for so long. I was good at it. Taylor was always commenting on how independent I was. I'd never felt like I needed to rely on anyone before. When I'd been with Josh, I'd never needed to lean on him for anything. In fact it had more been me who'd had to support him. I'd been the strong one; I'd always been strong. I'd had to learn how to be tough; Terra Nova had forced that lesson upon me.

It hadn't been until Lucas that I'd started to feel like I didn't have to act stone hearted all of the time. In some ways he'd helped me feel again. Since my father's death, a part of me had been lost too. I'd thought I'd been able to cope because I'd had my mother to care for. But after her, I'd felt numb with grief. Lucas had been the one to rescue me from my own dark thoughts. He'd brought me back into the light. He'd shown me that it was alright not to be so strong all of the time. I'd never felt greater comfort and relief than from the nights where he had held me when I laid crying over everything I'd lost.

We'd both been broken beyond repair; and yet together, we'd managed to complete one another's broken hearts. And that was why I needed him like a drug. Because without him, I wasn't whole. For me to be me, I needed him.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I heard his voice from behind me ask.

I spun around so quickly that I made myself feel queasy. It took a moment for my brain to catch up with what my eyes were seeing. Lucas was right there, walking toward me. His face was stormy and his eyes emotionless like a shark's.

"Lucas..." I breathed, taking a step closer to him.

"I've already said everything that I needed to say." He snapped, pushing past me so he could get to his door.

"Well I haven't!" I announced. I watched as Lucas punched in the code to his door. "Lucas please, you need to give me chance to explain."

"Why?" He asked as he pushed open the door. "So you have the opportunity to screw with my head further?"

"No...so you know the truth!"

I tried to follow him inside, but he stopped me from entering. Lucas stood in the doorway, glaring down at me. I could tell how much I had hurt him. Any trust that had built between us had been completely destroyed. Instead he looked at me the way he would his enemy.

"You're pregnant and you lied to me about it. What's more for me to know?"

My sad blue eyes gazed pleadingly up at him.

"You're right." I admitted in a small voice. "I did lie to you and that was wrong. But I would never lie about you being its father."

Lucas rolled his eyes, acting as if he'd already heard that excuse a thousand times.

"Give me one good reason why I should believe another word that comes out of your mouth?" He growled.

"Because deep down, whether you're ready to admit it or not, you know that I wasn't lying about our past. You know that the love we had was real." Lucas frowned confusedly down at me. I knew he had felt it. I knew a part of him still loved me. "And I swear on that love now, that this baby is yours."

His stony stare dropped down to my middle. Revulsion was plain on his face. The future that I had feared the most, that Lucas would never accept our baby, was slowly starting to fall into place. Perhaps there never had been an alternative. The only outcome I could foresee was him refusing to even acknowledge our child.

Lucas scowled off to a point past where I stood. His face was pale and his eyes dark. His nostrils flared from how fiercely he was breathing. Then his eyes flashed back to meet mine. There was something truly evil lurking just behind the green. For a terrible moment, I thought he was going to lash out at me and leave me in the gutter. But instead, he backed away into his lair, leaving the door open for me to enter too.

A sane person probably would have run whilst they had the chance. But not me. No...I went in after the monster that was lurking within. My eyes tracked his movements as he stalked into his kitchen. As I closed the door behind me, my ears picked up on the sound of glass bottles tinkling against one another. Lucas emerged moments later, a bottle of whiskey firmly in his grasp. I followed him into the living room. He collapsed down on the couch and immediately uncapped the bottle. I frowned gravely as he started drinking straight from the bottle. I hated seeing him like that.

Quietly, I seated myself on a chair opposite him. I watched silently as Lucas drowned his sorrows. When he finally brought the bottle down, he kept it securely in his hold. His eyes were fixed on the bottle's neck.

"Go on then. How are you going to justify you lying to me?" He hissed savagely.

His mournful eyes moved to meet my desperate stare. Slowly, I shook my head.

"I can't. Nothing will ever justify me betraying you like that."

Lucas's eyes narrowed tightly as he inspected me, probably trying to work out if I was putting on some kind of show.

"Then why do it if you knew it was so wrong?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"Because I was afraid..."

"Of me?"

"Yes." I admitted honestly. Lucas's mouth twitched, a shadow of a smirk forming as if it pleased him that he caused fear. "I knew you weren't ready to know. You were barely able to believe that I had been important to you; I couldn't drop the baby bombshell on you too. You were confused enough as it was."

"At the beginning perhaps. I understand that. But not now. Not after what's happened between us this past week."

I nodded.

"I know." I whispered. "I should have told you." Another stray tear ran down my cheek. "I did want to. But I was so happy to have you back in my life. I was so scared that you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me once you knew about our baby." Lucas visibly cringed when I used the word 'our'. "I was scared I was going to lose you again."

Lucas raised a brow.

"I'm curious to know when you were planning on telling me. Or were you just going to wait until I noticed your stomach was swelling."

I swallowed.

"I had planned to tell you on several occasions. But it never quite seemed to be the right time. The closest was when we'd spent the day together watching movies. I so nearly told you everything but then Tash walked in and again I...I chickened out." Lucas frowned deeply, clearly recalling that moment. "But I told myself I would tell you after my first scan. That way I thought if you didn't believe me and wanted proof, I'd have the scan photos to prove it. I'd been planning on telling you when you came around mine for lunch yesterday."

"How do I know you're not just saying that now that I know?"

"You don't." I remarked. "But it is the truth."

Lucas glanced briefly down at my belly again before taking a long swig from the bottle in his hands. He glared awkwardly down at the bottle. I could tell how uncomfortable I was making him.

"You've decided to keep it then?" He muttered.

I subconsciously wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a strong sense to protect my child.

"Of course." I replied.

Lucas's eyes flicked back up at my movement, watching my arms as they snaked around my middle. He took another long gulp of the alcohol before scowling ferociously down at the floor.

"Is it a boy or girl?"

I smiled slightly to myself, feeling a flicker of warmth deep within my core that he seemed to be taking a small interest.

"I don't know." His eyes moved back to meet mine. "It's too early to tell. I'm only ten weeks. That scan was my first. It was just to make sure everything was okay and that the baby was developing the way it should be." Lucas glanced back down at my stomach. "And it is all okay." I added, incase he actually cared.

Lucas sighed to himself and turned his head away from me. I wished I was able to read his thoughts then. I wished I knew what he wanted me to say.

"Did I know before?" Lucas asked, not looking back at me.

I frowned sadly and shook my head.

"No. I found out after you'd gone missing."

I saw Lucas's shoulders sag; but still he kept his stare away from me.

"Had we ever talked about...having kids?"

"No. This was in no way planned." I tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. "We urm...we'd spent some time OTG. We didn't have any protection or anything...but we still..." I bit my lip. "I was so scared when I found out. I didn't want to believe it at first. The thought of being responsible for this tiny person terrifies me, even now. And back when I first found out, I didn't think I was ever going to see you again. I...I thought you were dead and that I was going to have to bring up this baby alone." Finally Lucas peeked across at me. Uncertainty filled his entire face. "I know what it's like growing up without a dad. I didn't want that for my child. But then I heard its little heart beating and I realised how much I already loved it, because it is a part of you and...and I love you so much." I couldn't stand being away from him any longer. With barely any time to process my actions, I'd left my seat and had joined Lucas on the couch. "Lucas, please..." He shifted awkwardly as I grabbed onto his arm, his head turning away from me. "You have to know, I never meant to hurt you the way I have." I tugged the bottle free from his grasp and placed it on the round table at the side of the couch. "All I want is for our baby to have what we didn't have growing up..." I cupped his face with my hands and pulled him around so he was looking at me. "A family." I gazed desperately into his hard eyes. "Please Lucas."

Lucas grabbed hold of my wrists and pulled my hands away from his face.

"I've listened to what you had to say. Now I think you should go."

I felt my lower lip start to wobble as grief seized my heart.

"Okay. I'll give you your space. But know I'm going to wait for you." I got up to my feet. "I have something for you." I pulled out of my jacket pocket a square shaped photograph. Lucas didn't respond at all as I laid it down beside him on the couch where I'd just been sat. "I thought you might want it."

I forced myself to turn away from him then and marched to the front door. I knew when it was best to leave Lucas alone. I'd learnt the hard way that pushing him could only make things worse. So I left him alone, giving him time to hopefully reconsider his feelings.