Hello all you beautiful people with your beautiful words that I love:) So I think it will be getting a little fluffier starting today:) Ohhh yessss I know you're all excited:) I'm excited to write it! And hear what you have to say:D So thanks for sticking with me until now:) Love you people!

Hahaha I know that my Lucas Christmas story majorly sucked, but I was tired and couldn't sleep so yahhh. And I was all hopped up on cold medicine!:) I was feing yucky and I still kinda do. Oh well!:) you guys are too cool to blow off because of a sore throat and cough!:)

And flamers can go to hell. XD

~NumberSixteen

They'd walked for hours without a word between them. Every time Skye looked back at Lucas, his eyes were clouded with thought. She guess that that was something that came with a genius mind. It was always going forward at full speed, sorting, calculating, testing, wondering. She wasn't a genius herself, but she had a pretty good idea of what must go on in his mind. But eager to ease the silence, she could not resist asking. "What are you thinking about?"

He looked at her as if suddenly awakened, "Huh?"

She rolled her eyes but repeated the question. "What are you thinking about?"

He smirked. "You wouldn't understand."

She cast him a glare. "Try me."

He met her eyes for a brief second before he spoke. "I was thinking about you, to be honest."

She noticed he had cast his eyes downward to his feet and she swore she could see the slightest bit of a blush on his face but it was gone as quickly as she thought she'd seen it. "What about me?"

Lucas shook his head at her. "It's none of your business, you nosy sister of mine."

She stopped in her tracks and spun around. "Actually, I think it is my business."

Lucas gave her an evil smile. "I'll tell you what I was thinking when you tell me about your dream."

"My dream?" She asked puzzled.

"The dream you had about me, yet refused to tell me about it." Lucas's smile vanished.

"Oh," Skye whispered, turning back to walk forward again. "That dream." She glanced up at the sky, it was far past noon. She guessed it was about four o'clock.

Lucas watched her intently as he followed. "So are you going to tell me?"

She shook her head rapidly, "Not a chance."

Lucas rolled his eyes at her. "Why not?" His voice was clearly irritated.

"Because!" Skye spat back. The dream was rushing back to her and she found herself slightly aroused at the thought but she kept up her attitude.

"That is not a reason, Bucket." Lucas replied sternly.

"Why can't you tell me what you were thinking about then?" Skye retorted.

"I can't because I want to know about your dream." Lucas said, his voice became lulling and soft.

Skye stiffened. He had used that same tone in her dream and it shook her to her core. Lucas noticed her slight shudder and her pick up in pace, a sign of agitation. He glanced around them. They were in a somewhat more open area of trees. He acknowledged they'd been walking for hours and the sun would be beginning to set soon. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her to a stop.

"Here should be a good place to stop for the night. Don't you think?" There were a few pools of water a little way off where they could get water if needed.

Skye nodded, snatched her hand back, and dumped her backpack on the ground. She wasted no time in setting her butt onto the grassy ground and laying back, relishing the sunlight's light and warmth. She let out a content sigh and shut her eyes dreamily. Lucas stood in front of her, a bemused look on his face. He chuckled slightly and watched her as she breathed in the fresh air.

"What?" Skye asked, her eyes snapping open. Her tone gave away that she was clearly not amused. She gave him a slight glare.

Lucas shook his head, "Nothing."

Skye narrowed her eyes at him for a few more moments before settling back into her much needed rest, too lazy to press him to talk. In a matter of minutes, she'd dozed off splayed out in the tall grass that nearly covered her face. Lucas watched her for a few moments before he built a fire and lay down beside her, noddin off himself. He was just grateful she was beside him.

He opened his eyes again after some time. The sun had fallen down the sky, signalling it was about six o'clock. The forest cast long shadows around him and he glanced over to the right of him to see the grass unoccupied. He shot up and looked around frantically. Skye was no where in sight. He noticed all her stuff was still sitting in the same place he'd left it but it was slightly askew and it had been unzipped and dug through.

"Skye?" He called.

No answer.

"Bucket!" He called louder this time. This time he heard movement behind him. He turned around abruptly to see nothing behind him. He was quiet again. This time it sounded like swishing water. His eyes shot over to the springs he'd spotted earlier. He quickly stormed over and scanned the area. And then he saw her. She was relaxed in one of the pools, massaging her head that she was cleansing with shampoo. There was a faint smell of strawberries and Lucas couldn't take his eyes off her. She was facing away from him but he knew from her bare shoulders that were hardly above water that she was nude.

He heard her humming quietly. It was a tune he didn't know but he quietly sat down in earshot. She hadn't noticed him yet as she gently washed her hair. She lifted her arms above water and smoothly ran a bar of soap over them. She placed the soap back on a rock and suddenly dipped down under the water. Lucas watched her, fascinated with her although his wandering eyes could see nothing but her shoulders and the back of her head. She disappeared under the surface for a few moments as she washed the soap from her hair and body. She resurfaced moments later, her back still turned to him. She sunk her body down to only her chin up was visible above surface. She waded around in the cool water, her eyes shut as the water soothed her skin, washing away all the grime and sweat she'd collected in the last two days. She had turned and was facing Lucas now.

He watched her, completely mesmerized by her intense beauty. His jaw had fallen open a little, his eyes constantly searching her face. He willed her to stand, but before she could, she sighed and her eyes fluttered open. They instantly focused on Lucas. Her eyes went wide with bewilderment, her jaw falling open. She was at a loss for words for a few seconds.

He shifted uncomfortably under her astonished gaze before she seemed to get her voice back, "Lucas!" She screeched.

He flinched slightly but recovered, his green eyes meeting her blue ones. "What are you doing?" She demanded. Her voice was high and girlish.

He smirked. "I woke up and you weren't there. So I came looking for you."

"H-How long have you been sitting there?" She stammered, crossing her arms over her chest under the water.

Lucas shrugged. "Not long." He was quiet for another second before continueing, "But the real question is..." He gave her an evil grin. "Can I join you?"

Her eyes went wide again. "Absolutely not!" She swished her hands, splashing water from the spring onto him.

He stood up and looked down at his wet shirt with an angry expression, "What the hell!"

She smirked at him momentarily before her face went serious again. She raised her hands in front of her, threatening to splash him again. "Now get lost, pervert."

He just sneered and walked away, wringing out his wet shirt.

She sat in the cool spring, hugging herself until he disappeared from sight. She let out a sigh of relief. Her heart was thudding in her chest and her mind kept trailing back to his words. He wanted to join her! 'Disgusting!' She thought to herself but really would she have cared if he did? He was the one in charge. He had the gun here and can do what he likes. But as much as she wanted herself to believe that his mind was in the gutter majorly, she found herself thinking about what could have happened if he did join her. She was dazed, thinking about it for a solid ten minutes before she snapped back to reality. The sky was growing dark and the water was getting colder. She rose out of the spring and a pang of cold air made her shiver uncontrollably. She rushed out of the spring and pulled her clothes on. Grabbing her shampoo and soap, she rushed back to the camp where she knew there would be a fire and a chance for her to get warm and dry.

Okay.. Not too fluffy, but hinting at it a little. I promise the fluff is coming! :D -cheers happily- I almost can't wait to get working on the next chapter! So thanks everyone!

Leave a review and tell me what you thought... Could it have used some more fluff or was it just enough to stay realistic?:) or too much fluff? Gahhh!:/ I'm worried!

Thanks!

~NumberSixteen