Skye had been trying to fall asleep.
Josh's face was burned into her brain.
She tried to change it to Lucas' face.
When it got really bad, Skye remembered the way it had felt when Lucas had kissed her cheek.
It was the only thing that calmed the guilt that literally made her tremble, the voices that bounced around in her head, the images of flying pieces of burning flesh...
The pieces of Kara...
She also imagined the sound of his voice.
She could almost hear the things he had said to her.
She blocked out all of the bad stuff though. Instead, she visualized his lips as he said her name.
"Skye...Bucket."
It was almost enough.
Skye was restless. Her room was hot and stuffy.
She considered opening a window.
She was too tired. She was falling asleep, entering into a dream...but just barely.
And then there was a figure standing over her.
Skye screamed, but it quickly faded as she realized who it was.
Lucas.
Here. In her room. In the middle of the night.
All she could do was lay there and look up at him.
"Hello Bucket."
"Is it really you?"
He laughed at this.
"Of course it's me. But listen, I don't have much time before I have to get back."
"Get back where—?"
"—Not important. Now listen to me, I need to tell you something. I want you to meet me..."
A/N: Thanks again to everyone who has been reading this and has added it to story alert and whatnot. I wrote this chapter within a matter of minutes, so hopefully there are no mistakes. It's just that I have so much to do, you know how it is!
Have a great day:)