Author's note: Well, hi :)! Haha. Sorry to leave you all in suspense! A little later again today, you can blame work for that. Now, before I start, I just want to quickly say something. This ship in particular has been getting a lot of hate towards it, and I can understand that people might not like it. But, we're all people, let's be nice and respect other's opinions :)! I know I'm probably addressing this to the wrong people because you all appear to love this ship, but it makes me really sad when people let me know about this, and just how rude some people are getting. Fandom is for fun, so, let's enjoy it :)! Now, unfortunately no new update of Dating today. Real life has been a little stressful lately, so I just had time to focus on this, but hopefully tomorrow, keep your finger's crossed! Onto the story!

Disclaimer: Whatever Fox.

And just as quickly as it started, it was over. Skye looked up frantically, seeing the rest of the Phoenix Soldiers scattered over the field, sprawled, face's in expressions of shock. With all her might, she pushed upward, knocking Mark off her in surprise, and sprinted over to where Lucas had fallen, ignoring the shouting behind her to stop, just in case any Phoenix soldier's were still alive.

She ignored them, and skidded to a halt beside him, his back facing up. Her heart was racing, and she quickly looked him up and down, pushing him over gently, running her eyes frantically over his body, trying to see if he had any other bullet entry wounds. Seeing none, she let go of the breath she'd been holding, feeling hot tears cascade down her face. She rested his head on her lap, stroking his hair back from his forehead, and felt a hand on her shoulder as Commander Taylor approached her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"He's gone," he said brokenly. "After all this, he's gone."

Skye shook her head softly, still gazing down at Lucas, and handed him her gun silently. "We still have to get him back to the infirmary. He's going to have a hell of a headache, maybe a concussion, and his stitches have probably torn open again." She hiccoughed softly, trying to choke back her tears, smiling gently through them, her fingers dancing down his chest, pulling aside his shirt to check his bandages. She squeaked in surprise as she felt Taylor wrap his arms around her, pulling her into a hug, and felt him kiss her head.

"I've lost my son more times than I can count," he said gruffly. "And I thought I'd lost him for the final time. I know he's still going to hate me, but I don't care. He's alive, and that's all that matters right now." He stood up, scanning as the Terra Nova soldiers slowly checked each body of the Phoenix Soldiers, making sure that they were all dead. "Reynolds," he shouted.

Mark came running to them. "Commander."

"Have a contingent left behind to bury the dead. We're going to take him back to Terra Nova, and make sure that Wash is still ok." He grinned at Mark at that comment, knowing that Lieutenant Washington would be fine.

Mark frowned. "Are you sure that's wise, Commander?" He didn't say it, but all of them knew that having Lucas back at Terra Nova would be extremely unsafe for everyone involved. Lucas would be hated by the colonists, and while she knew that he had changed, how would he react to his Father?

Taylor chuckled softly. "Hell no. But he saved Terra Nova, and everyone deserves a second chance. He needs medical attention, and while he still might hate me, I can't deny him that. He saved us, we save him. Besides, if he screws up, I'm sure that Skye won't mind shooting him again." He clapped a hand on her back. "Reynolds, take a couple of soldiers with you, and get those rovers up here as quickly as you can."

He sank down to his knees next to Skye, watching as she took her outer shirt off, scrunching it up and placing it over his right shoulder, where his wounds had opened again from the force of the stun. "So, want to tell me what's been going on here?" He said sternly.

Skye snapped her head up, eyes locking with his, swallowing nervously. She shrugged helplessly, feeling tears welling in her eyes, knowing that while this battle was over, another one was beginning. "I care about him." She said slowly, and then shook her head. "I can't lie to you anymore Commander, I love him." She shrugged again, expression defeated. "Somewhere along this crazy way, he showed me he's changed. He's not the same person who tried to kill you. I helped him more times than I can remember, and he saved me more times than I can count. I love him."

Taylor looked at her sternly. "And how do I know that he won't try to hurt Terra Nova anymore?"

Skye looked at him helplessly. "He just threw away his whole life's work to stop the killing of innocent civilians. He threw away the chance to beat you, for them." She whispered. "He never wanted to just destroy them, it was all for his Mother. We had this conversation so many times. I didn't trust him at first, I hated him. And then he told me why he was doing this. It was all for Ayani." She swallowed past the lump in her throat. "He needed to avenge her. That's what all this was about." She watched as Taylor's face crumped in grief, passing a hand over his face. "I honestly don't know if he still hates you, but he's not a threat to Terra Nova, I can promise you."

They waited in silence for a couple of seconds. "He still hates me, doesn't he?" He said harshly.

"I don't know," she said slowly. "I know that he wanted to save Terra Nova more than he wanted to kill you. But I don't know. That's something you'll have to talk to him about."

"Well, he's coming back to Terra Nova for now, but he'll have to be imprisoned." He raised his hand, stilling Skye's instant objections. "For his own safety, as well as ours. Everyone in Terra Nova knows him as the person who tried to take over the colony, tried to kill Wash, kill me. They won't accept him yet, Skye." He shook his head sadly.

"But they know me," she whispered in agony.

Taylor exhaled heavily. "I know, kiddo. But it isn't that easy. We can't jeopardize the colony. The Sixers are still around."

"Mira told Lucas to help me escape!" She protested. "We need to stop fighting! The portal is gone, it's just us. If we can't live together, we'll die alone. You can trust me."

The rover's pulled up beside them, and Taylor stared harshly at her. "We'll continue this conversation back at Terra Nova. He's earned himself help for what he's done for us, but whether he can stay is another story altogether."

Skye nodded, knowing that it was all she could hope for right now. She helped manoeuvre Lucas onto a stretcher, and helped lift him into the back of a rover. She climbed in next to him, sitting close to him, knees against his side, holding his hand. Commander Taylor climbed into the front of the rover with Mark, and the rover set off back to the colony.

The journey wasn't that long, but to Skye, it felt like an eternity. She didn't know what would happen to Lucas now. She didn't know whether Commander Taylor would accept him back to Terra Nova, or if he'd even want to be there. If he didn't, she knew without a doubt that she'd follow him wherever he went. She loved her Mother and her friends dearly, but she knew that she couldn't, wouldn't, survive without him. She would follow him to the ends of the earth.

They reached Terra Nova fairly quickly, and Skye closed her eyes as the rover rolled to a stop, praying for strength.

Lucas felt like he'd been sat on by a Carnotaurus. His chest hurt to breathe, his head was pounding, his legs were shaky, and he didn't know what the hell had happened. His brain felt fuzzy, like it had been stuffed with cotton wool. The last thing he remembered was staring at Skye. Skye. He tried to force himself awake, and he felt like he was wading through quicksand.

He tried to open one eye blearily, hearing an incessant beep beep beep. He focused on the sensations, trying to ground himself. He knew he was lying on something, something cushiony. He felt Skye holding his hand, knowing it was her, and that relaxed him slightly, knowing that she was there, wherever he was, but what she was doing he didn't know.

"Lucas?" He heard her say frantically, and he felt her fingertips dance across his forehead. "You're ok, everything's fine." She said softly. He felt the bed dip slightly as she sat on the edge.

He tried to squeeze her hand, trying to let her know he could hear her. His eye lids flickered, and he managed to open his right one blearily, blinking slightly, looking like an owl, and managed to pry open his left eye. He focused slowly, rolling his eyes over to look at her, smiling gently at him.

She had mud smeared across her arms and shirt, face palm, looking exhausted, and he'd never seen her looking more beautiful. He lifted his hand up, caressing her face gently. "What happened?" He said hoarsely, watching as she started chewing on her lower lip, looking nervous.

"I shot you." She said slowly. "Well, stunned actually." She corrected herself. "Taylor refused to fire with Hooper threatening to shoot you, and I knew one of them would start shooting before we did. So, I took you out of the equation with the trick you used on Wash." She stared nervously at him, anguish on her face. "Then when Mark wouldn't let me go, I thought I'd lost you," she whispered, lifting her hand to trace his face, reassure herself that he was still there.

"When I knew you were going to shoot me," he said slowly, "I didn't care, because it meant you would be safe, only that I wouldn't be there to see it. But I'm not losing you again, Bucket." He reached out, wiping the tears of her face with his thumb. "It seems like I'm a bad influence on you though, tricking other people. You're turning to the dark side," he teased, laughing lowly, heart lifting as he saw the corners of her mouth lift slightly.

"The stun re-opened your stitches, and I knew that you'd probably have a concussion from where you fell, so Taylor said to bring you back here." She said slowly, waiting to see his reaction. "Dr. Shannon healed them thoroughly, so there's just a scar left. You should have full mobility."

He looked down, seeing the small scars as she said, and smirked, knowing that whatever happened, her impact would stay with him always. He rotated his shoulder slightly, smirking when he felt no pain.

"I'm so sorry," she choked out. "I never wanted to shoot you that first time. And then when I saw him with that gun to your head, I knew he would shoot you. I thought that if everyone thought you were already dead, you'd be safe." Her eyes pleaded with him, eyes welling with tears.

He rolled his eyes at her. "I'm still here, aren't I?" He said pointedly. He tugged her hand, placing it over his heart. "I give you permission to shoot me next time that happens so I don't really get shot." He said teasingly, trying to lighten the situation, feeling a little better as the corners of her mouth twitched. "I'm sorry you had to shoot me again, Bucket."

She laughed slightly. "I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, Bucket. No matter what happens here, I always will." He brought her hand on his chest to his mouth, kissing her knuckles gently. He lifted his head slightly, peering around, still holding tightly to her hand. "Guard outside the door?" He asked, already knowing the answer, but seeing her nod. "Dear old Dad doesn't trust me." He said bitterly, leaning back on the pillows, looking at her.

Skye shook her head. "You should have heard him when he thought I shot you. He was in agony, Lucas. He told me that he thought he'd lost you again." She gently placed one hand on the side of his face. "He loves you. He placed the guard outside for your benefit, as well as everyone else. The colonists," she swallowed nervously, "They probably, won't like you."

Lucas chuckled. "I wasn't exactly expecting a welcome party. So, to the brig?" He said lightly.

"We didn't exactly finish our conversation," Skye said, biting her lip.

"It doesn't matter," he said gently. "You're alive, I'm alive. If I have to go to the brig, at least I know you're safe." Skye tried to smile, but couldn't, tears welling in her eyes ,and his face softened, into a smile. "Hey," he said gently, and tugging her hand, he pulled her down to him, and she willingly came. She rested her head on his chest, head tucked under his chin. He played with the fingers of her one hand, other stroking her hair, kissing her forehead lightly, breathing in her scent. At least if he was going to be in the brig, he would enjoy his last few moments with her.

He felt wetness blooming on his chest, and he looked down to see tears leaking down her cheeks. "Don't cry, Bucket." He said gently. "You know as well as I do that the colonists won't trust me. All they'll be able to see is when I tried to destroy the colony."

"You don't know that," Skye argued.

He shook his head softly. "You know it's true, Bucket." He rubbed her arm soothingly. "It'll be ok. But, I'm guessing my Father will be coming in soon to remove me to the Brig, and as much as I just want to lie here with you, I really would not like going to the brig in this gown." He grimaced, as she chuckled.

She sat up, reluctant to let go of him, and grabbed some clothes for him from under the bed. Thankfully the infirmary had extra stocks of clothes for those instances where clothing had to be destroyed. She handed them to him, helping him on with his shirt, head still tender from the repeated blows. He stood up, slowly pulling on the pants, and put on shoes.

"Now, I guess we wait." She said softly. He nodded, holding his arms open again, as she came into them willingly. Her head tucked underneath his chin, ear pressed to his heartbeat, cocooned in his arms.

Now did you honestly think Lucas would die? PFFT. PFFFT. I love these two, no way! Haha. Now, I expect many reviews today saying how happy you are, since I got so many sad one's yesterday! haha. Love to you all!