Ahh this is so late! I'm sorry guys, lots of homework recently. To make up for how late this is, I'm posting another chapter tomorrow morning! By the way, I'm blown away by everyone's amazing reviews! Thank you guys so much! Enjoy this chapter :)

"Commander, we seem to have an issue."

Taylor looked up from his desk to find Wash standing in front of his with her hands on her hips. She jerked a thumb over her shoulder to direct Taylor's attention at two terrified Terra Nova researchers being ushered in by Shannon. Taylor got up and circled the desk to face the visitors, his eyebrows furrowed. Wash leaned over to mutter in Taylor's ear. "They were shot at OTG by Mira. At least, that's what they claim."

"By Mira?" Taylor turned to the Terra Novians, one of whom he recognized as Hunter, one of Skye's friends. "Is that true?"

"Y-yes, sir," said Hunter, stepping forward slightly. "Her and a few Sixers I remember seeing before in Terra Nova."

"With Sonics?" asked Taylor, already knowing the answer. Hunter shook his head, pressing his lips together.

"Bullets, sir."

Taylor's eyes met Shannon's, who was raising his eyebrows meaningfully. Taylor knew that Mira wouldn't stay away if she got her Sixers back, but he hadn't expected her to strike back so quickly. Maybe he was getting old, like Mira had been so kind to point out.

"We have a few soldiers checking out the situation from the lookouts," said Shannon, folding his arms across his chest. Taylor nodded, turning back to the researchers.

"Thank you for the information," said Taylor, nodding appreciatively at them. "You may go now."

As soon as the researchers left, Taylor turned to Wash and Shannon, his eyebrows furrowing deeper. "How could she have found weapons so quickly?"

"And what more does she have?" added Wash, pressing her lips together nervously. Shannon clasped his hands together, staying silent. Taylor looked over at him, knowing that expression.

"An idea, Shannon?" asked Taylor, raising his eyebrows to signal for Shannon to continue. Shannon's gaze flickered, and Taylor followed his eyes to the door concealing Lucas. Exhaling heavily, Taylor unfolded his arms and walked over to the door. "I guess it's worth a try."

Shannon and Wash stood behind Taylor as he unlocked the door, flicking the lights on as he entered the room. Wash's eyes flickered around the room as she remembered what it was like to be locked in there herself. Shannon reached out and patted Wash's shoulder comfortingly, and Wash snapped out of her reverie.

"Three visitors in one day?" Lucas's sarcastic drawl came from the corner of the room, and Taylor could just imagine the smirk on his scarred face. "Well, I sure feel special."

"Mira found weapons," said Taylor shortly, walking over until he was standing over Lucas. "Where?"

Lucas let out a humorless chuckle, his voice raspier than ever. "Didn't expect her to snap back so quickly, did you? Making a deal with Mira is like making a deal with the devil."

"Your opinion isn't needed, son," replied Taylor, only half-annoyed. He knelt down until his eyes were level with Lucas's. "Where did she have the weapons stored? And what does she have?"

"And why do you think I would tell you anything?" asked Lucas, glaring back at his father. Taylor exhaled, placing his hands on his knees.

"If she is planning on taking Terra Nova again," Taylor lowered his voice slightly, and Lucas looked up with narrowed eyes. "You know she won't leave Skye unharmed."

Lucas's hands clenched into fists, veins popping out of his forearms. Taylor leaned back onto his feet, knowing that he had finally gotten to Lucas. He watched as Lucas struggled with himself, trying to decide whether he would actually surrender to his father for the girl he loved. "You wouldn't let that happen, would you, Commander?"

"I would try my best to stop her, but I can only stop her if I know what she has."

Lucas locked eyes with his father for a few moments, trying to see through his façade. "Bombs. From 2149."

Taylor swore under his breath and turned around to face Shannon and Wash. Wash was still staring at Lucas, her eyes wide. Lucas peered around his father to meet Wash's eyes, his mouth tilting into a smirk. "Good to see you, Wash. Looks like the roles are reversed, aren't they?"

"Let's go," said Taylor shortly, ushering Wash out the door and meeting Shannon's eyes. The worry was evident in Shannon's eyes; he couldn't protect his family from bombs. Taylor locked the door behind them, tossing the key into his pocket.

"Bombs?" Wash leaned against the desk, folding her arms across her chest. "What now?"

Taylor mirrored Wash's posture, his eyes narrowing in thought. "We prepare."

Skye let out an annoyed sigh as the doorbell rang for the fourth time since she had returned home. Abandoning the fruit she had been cutting, Skye wiped her hands on a towel and headed out of the kitchen, opening the door without bothering to check who it was at first.

"Skye!"

Skye felt the wind being knocked out of her as Josh rammed into her, wrapping his arms around her. She winced as a stab of pain radiated from the bullet wound in her side, and Josh pulled away, his eyes wide. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Skye grimaced, trying not to show the pain. Josh's smile returned, and he reached out to hug Skye again, this time more gentle.

"I'm so glad to see you," said Josh into Skye's hair. Skye pulled away slightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with how intimate Josh had suddenly become. Judging by his actions, his father hadn't told him about her and Lucas, and Skye wasn't exactly planning on being the one to break the news to him.

"It's great to see you too," replied Skye, forcing a smile. She really was happy to see Josh, but all she wanted at the moment was to be left in peace. To her dismay, Josh invited himself in and shut the door behind himself.

"So how have you been doing?" asked Josh, following Skye into the kitchen and seating himself onto one of the bar stools. Skye looked up, her eyebrows raised questioningly. Josh pressed his lips together uncomfortably. "You know, after being kidnapped by Taylor's psycho son."

Skye felt herself bristle slightly at Josh's description. "Fine. He wasn't as bad as I expected him to be."

Josh laughed humorlessly. "You must be expecting a pretty bad experience, then."

Skye shrugged. "He really isn't that bad. Just a little deranged."

"A little deranged?" repeated Josh incredulously, his eyes wide. "Skye, he bashed your head into a rover. He's crazy."

"I did do the same to him," defended Skye, picking up the knife again to continue slicing her fruit. "And he apologized afterwards."

"Whatever," dismissed Josh. Skye raised her eyebrows slightly at Josh's childishness, but didn't comment. "I'm glad he's dead."

Skye felt her mouth drop open, and she quickly shut it before Josh noticed. She began dicing the fruit again, blinking back tears. It was way too soon to be dealing with everyone's joy at the news of Lucas's death, especially Josh's.

"You aren't?" asked Josh, leaning over the counter so he could see Skye's expression. She looked up, hoping that there weren't any tears left in her eyes.

"I don't think he deserved to die," Skye managed to choke out, trying to look interested in the fruit she was cutting. Josh made a skeptical noise as he reached out to take the knife from Skye, dicing the fruit himself.

"Well, that's a surprise," commented Josh, looking up at Skye as she wiped her hands. "You were the last person I expected to feel sorry for him."

"And why is that?" asked Skye, trying to sound absentminded as she twirled her fingers around the ribbon on her neck. She tried to keep herself from glancing over at the clock, but she couldn't help but think about the fact that she could have snuck up to the fort by then.

"Well, for starters, he kidnapped your mom and tried to destroy your home," said Josh, rolling his eyes slightly. "And then he locked you in the Brig. Then kidnapped you, smashed your head against a rover and tried to keep you from your family and friends."

His words went through one of Skye's ears and straight out the other. She was too busy thinking about how she felt when she was with him, and how he made her feel safe. Skye even found herself wondering what happened to the flowers that he had picked for her on Valentine's Day. Suddenly, Skye's mind floated away from Lucas and landed on Savannah, who she had completely forgotten about in her misery. Was Savannah safe? Had her mother come back for her after she had been released from Terra Nova?

"Skye?"

Josh's voice broke Skye's train of thought, and she looked up to meet his eyes questioningly. He jerked a thumb towards the door. "Doorbell."

Skye slid down from the bar stool and headed for the door, shaking her head slightly. Savannah was fine. She had to be. Skye pulled the front door open, once again forgetting to check who was at the door.

"Skye," Taylor's arms were crossed, as usual, but his cheery expression was plastered on and obviously fake. "Shannon said that you came up to see me today?"

Skye gaped slightly, remembering that she had gone up to the fort to talk to Taylor earlier. But after seeing Shannon's reaction, Skye was convinced that Taylor was hiding something. She wasn't sure that she wanted to open up to someone who wasn't honest with her. Skye looked around desperately, scrambling for an excuse.

As though hearing her silent prayers, Josh came up behind her, wiping his hands on a towel. "Oh. Good afternoon, Commander."

"Josh," Taylor nodded at Josh, his gaze falling back on Skye's with the smallest of smiles on his face. "You know what, we'll talk later, Skye."

Skye's eyes widened at Taylor's bluntness, and she opened her mouth to say that Josh was just leaving but Taylor cut her off. "I'm going to be going OTG for the night, so we'll talk tomorrow morning."

Before Skye could call after him, Taylor turned on his heel and left, leaving Skye annoyed. Did Taylor really think that she would move on two days after Lucas's death? Skye found herself feeling somewhat offended, but she missed Lucas more than anything. In the end, he had been right. Taylor was no saint; he was the exact opposite.

"Huh," Josh turned around and went back inside to put the towel back, leaving Skye in the doorway. Skye watched Taylor disappear at the end of the road and realized that it was the perfect opportunity for her to go up to the fort and see what everyone was being so secretive about.

"Josh," Skye poked her head back into her house to see Josh washing the plate that he cut the fruit on. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Uh… sure!" replied Josh, waving awkwardly at Skye, the knife still in his hand. Skye turned around and bounded down the stairs of her porch, her mind racing. If there was one thing that Lucas taught her, it was to trust no one. Taylor was hiding something, and she was done being lied to.

Tsk tsk, Taylor. He's screwed if she finds out :P Till next time!