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~NumberSixteen

The sky was growing dark as Lucas and Skye hiked through the forest. She didn't know how far they'd walked, but she knew it had been quite a bit considering how badly her legs were hurting. She turned to Lucas who was walking behind her, seemingly lost in thought. "Can we stop?"

Lucas was abruptly taken out of his thoughtful state, a look of irritation crossed his face. He looked at her to see she was already sitting down on a rock. He studied their surroundings. They were currently in a tiny clearing. A stream was trickling down to the right of him and the ground wasn't too bad to sleep on. If he built a fire near the stream, they'd have enough room for them to sleep. He nodded and reached for some of the many branches that littered the ground. "Help me gather some firewood," He demanded as he continued to pick up branches.

Skye nodded, gratefully slipping the heavy backpack off her back and grabbing a handful of twigs. She glanced over to see that he was wearing Hunter's black v-neck. It dipped down his chest to reveal some of the white bandages on his chest. She momentarily wondered how they were healing, but pushed away the thought. She dumped her load of dry sticks in a pile with his while he bent down to begin starting the fire. In no time, he had a small flame igniting the kindling. He gently blew on it to aid the flame and set it to start setting fire to the pile of firewood they'd gathered. Skye wiped the sweat and grime from her forehead and took a seat on the soft grassy ground next to the fire. The sun had gone down by now and the sounds of the forest were beginning to kick in. Although Terra Nova was hot during the day, the temperature drops tremendously at night. She shivered slightly, tugging on her thin jacket to cover her shoulders better. Her legs were covered in goosebumps as she was wearing only short shorts and her boots. She tucked her legs under her chin and wrapped her arms around them, getting as close to the fire as she could but she was still cold.

She looked over to see Lucas was standing a few feet away, sipping water from the canteen she'd left him. The gun was still strapped to him protectively. He glanced at her to see that her eyes were trained on him. She looked away as quickly as she could, but he'd already seen her. He came over to her and sat down a few inches away from her. "You're cold?" He asked, referring to her slight shivers that she occasionally gave off.

She didn't respond to him but kept her eyes on the flickering flames of the fire. Her eyes danced in the light, intriguing him. He snickered and leaned back, taking another sip from the canteen before he shut it and set it down beside him. He kept glancing over at her. Everytime he felt like he wanted to say something but couldn't find the right words. He knew she was angry with him. More angry than ever perhaps, but he was determined to get her to talk.

"So you and that Shannon boy, huh?" He pressed. She just remained unresponsive, keeping her eyes on the light. He just continued, "Is he a good kisser?" Nothing still. "I should have killed him while I had the chance.." Lucas said, a light laugh rumbling in his throat.

This caught her attention and she whirled around to him. "What's that supposed to mean?" She spat.

Lucas met her eyes filled with anger, "I should have killed him in Terra Nova and not let you convince me otherwise. Then I wouldn't have to worry about him."

She glared at him furiously and he registered it but didn't continue. She finally looked over at the fire again, a shiver going down her spine. He heard her let out a breath quietly with the shiver. He watched her as she reacted to the cold. Eventually, he saw her eyes begin to shut slowly. Her eyelids drooped but she attempted to keep them open. Exhaustion got the better of her and she nodded off. Her arms fell off her legs and she sat crouching on the ground. Lucas scooted over to her, gently leaning her back until she was lying on the ground. He could feel exhaustion tugging at his eyes as well, but he wanted to be sure she wouldn't get away. He quickly rummaged through her bag to find a rope that he bound her wrists and feet together with. He didn't tie them tight, but he tied them to the point where he was the only one who could get them undone. By the time he was finished, the moon was high in the sky. He tossed on more firewood and lay down beside her. He was facing her sleeping face. It looked so calm and relaxed. Her lip twitched every so often and sometimes she let out small murmers he coudn't understand. Her hair drooped over her face and he couldn't keep himself from gently brushing it away. He watched her for a little while, but he eventually at to let his eyes close and sleep overtake him.

When Skye finally stirred and her eyes fluttered open, she found herself face to face with Lucas Taylor. His eyes were shut and his breathing steady. His face was inches from hers, his breath tickling her face. She tried to jerk herself away but found the task rather difficult as her hands and feet were tied together. She gasped and looked down at herself. The knots on her hands and feet were complex and it would take her days to undo them if she tried. Suddenly she heard Lucas stir. He sighed and rolled a little closer to her, wanting her warmth as the fire had burned out and there was a crisp morning chill. His hand reached out and fell across her stomach. She realized this and batted his hand away, startling him awake.

His eyes blinked open and he jerked into a sitting position. "Morning." Skye hissed at him.

He looked down as she writhed on the ground, struggling to sit up with her limbs tied. "Good morning, Bucket. How did you sleep."

She glared at him, "Considering I slept in the dirt, terrible."

Lucas ignored her comment and smirked, "Good. I slept well too."

"Untie me." Skye demanded.

"A little abrasive are we not?" Lucas's smirk turned into a frown but he still reached over and began to unlace the insane knot.

Skye just huffed in irritation as he undid the last of the knot. "Hungry?" He asked her, lifting up some dried fruit.

She nodded, rubbing her hands and ankles to sooth the partial rope burn. He tossed it to her and she opened the bag and nibbled on some of the fruit. She'd just finished her first piece of fruit before he suddenly stood and tossed her the backpack. "Get up. We have to get moving. It's nearly noon."

Skye rolled her eyes at him, but stood anyway, stuffing the fruit in her bag. She tossed it over her shoulder and brushed off her arms and knees. He signaled for her to go ahead and she did so with him right behind her. She reached into her pocket and yanked out a ponytail, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail.

She heard Lucas give a "Hmph" from behind her.

"What?" She asked him accusingly.

"Nothing. Your hair just looks better down than up." Lucas just growled.

Skye rolled her eyes, "Well I want it out of my face. So I'm putting it up." She growled back in irritation.

He shrugged, "Whatever. Hurry it up, would ya?"

"I'm going as fast as I can!" She spat at him again as she struggled up the hill they began climbing. She heard a huff of irritation from him.

"You walk so slow." Lucas complained. She smirked at him and kept walking at her own pace, feeling somewhat in control.

Short again... But these are kind of just fillers right now to add in some fluff here and there. It'll get more intense once we get moving some more:) I promise:) So leave a review please? I'd greatly appreciate it!

Merry Christmas again you wonderful people! Happy Holidays! -Gives you all sugar cookies-

Soo... I'll see ya later then!:D

~NumberSixteen