TN Skye's Suitors
Chapter 3: Together
Pairing: Skye with Josh, Lucas (or so he thinks), Curran (or so he wishes)
Characters: A mixture
Genre: Creepy Ship and Ship
Rating: Nc-17
Warning: Violence, Language, Sexual Thoughts and Demented Stalkers
Spoiler Alert: All of Season 1
Summary: Post finale – Lucas deceives himself into believing that Skye wants him. Skye desires Josh, but she has a demented stalker who has a psychotic God complex and another man who is determined to watch over her. In this chapter, Skye and Lucas are alone together.
AN: I think Skye likes Josh, but Lucas and Curran like Skye. Get ready for the creepy/demented stalker (think Edger Allen Poe-ish). I am using an actual book (Dark Lover by J.R. Ward) as the book on the Plexpad. Everything is in order. hehehehehe
Skye exited her bathroom with her favorite cotton blue pajama pants and tank top and walked into the kitchen to get a glass for the bottle of wine next to her bed.
She poured a glass and took a sip then left it next to her bed.
Skye decided maybe she should read a little and left the wine to get the Plexpad from the living room area. She nodded her head as she walked remembering that Wash had given her a book that she had not read yet. She couldn't quite remember the name.
While she was out of the room, she had no idea the intruder emptied the syringe infuser (that had originally been meant for her neck) into her drink and the bottle of wine.
She desperately hoped the new room would give her peaceful dreams. This was the first night in years that she was going to sleep in a housing unit alone, and it suddenly felt eerily disconcerting.
What if I have one of my nightmares and no one is here to wake me up? She thought to herself as she stood in the dark room peering at her bed.
She drained half of her glass of wine. The rush of warmth from the alcohol ran all over her body as she slipped under the covers. She turned the Plexpad on so that it would read the book to her, then she laid it on the pillow next to hers.
She closed her eyes and listened to the words, "Darius looked around the club, taking in the teeming, half-naked bodies on the dance floor. Screamer's was packed tonight, full of women wearing leather and men who looked like they had advanced degrees in violent crime. Darius and his companion fit right in. Except they actually were killers…"
Skye drank the second half of the glass and laid back down pulling the blankets up and continued to listen, "…he hunted their enemies with a single-minded purpose that bordered on the insane. He was the last of his line, the only purebred vampire left on the planet…"
Unbidden, her mind started to drift from listening as she focused on Lucas. He was also single-minded in his focus on making Commander Taylor pay. She found him wildly attractive, but severely damaged. There was one thing that she could not let herself get past…his boundless need for revenge.
She jerked as she remembered pulling the first trigger and the bullet slamming into Lucas's right shoulder. The look on his face as he stared into her eyes as he prepared to jam the cold metal into his father's body again pushed at Skye. This push cooled her desires for him that quickly turned to contempt then fear. A helpless fear.
She blinked a few times trying to focus on the book again as the memory of Lucas' enraged and insane eyes continued to taunt her mind with memories.
The Plexpad continued to read to her, "With a sudden rush, the crowd shifted, people backing into each other. They were making way for someone. Or something…"
Skye just started wondering if she should have made a different book selection when she drifted under with the image of Lucas' eyes coming at her.
It was a good thing that she did not know that they really were.
"Hello bucket. Did you miss me?" Lucas questioned the now unconscious Skye.
The Plexpad continued, "…this is not a conversation I need to be a part of."
"Not unless you have something nice to say about me." Lucas answered the Plexpad waiting for a response.
"…with a face that was both aristocratic and brutal, he looked like the king he was by birthright and the soldier he'd become by destiny…"
"Brutal? King? and soldier…I guess I like that. What do you think bucket?" Lucas
She did not answer, so Lucas walked to the other side of the bed next to the Plexpad.
"And that wave of menace rolling ahead of him was one hell of a calling card…" The Plexpad continued.
"Is it now?" Lucas took off his boots.
"What are you doing?" The Plexpad continued.
"What do you think I'm doing?" Lucas paused and eyed the device.
"You know, there are other ways of impressing me." It continued.
"Oh, really." Lucas then took off his shirt with a flourish and flexed his muscles.
"…reached out to pat her shoulder, stroking it…" The Plexpad prompted.
"Ok." Lucas pulled the blankets back sliding next to Skye and pushed the Plexpad against the headboard.
She was lying on her back, and he tugged lightly on the blanket to see her left shoulder. A wickedly possessive smile spread over his face as he stroked the tattoo he gave her.
The intricate L had two slashes from the top left coming down over it with the top slash not as long as the first. He then ran two fingers down the two slashed then reached up to the back of his skull and ran the same two fingers down the two scars that disappeared onto his neck.
"…wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours…" The device praised.
"Thanks. I'm glad they're not on my face." Lucas returned his attention to the tattoo on her arm as he leaned in to trace his tongue across it.
The Plexpad interrupted his movement, "eyes growing hooded as his gaze lingered on her lips…"
"No, her arm. But then again, her lips I have never kissed." His heart accelerated as he held himself mere inches away from her lips. His breath washed over her as he tipped his head as if to kiss her.
"A paper bag. What she needed was a paper bag to pull over her head whenever she talked with him…"
"Shut up! There will be no paper bags or anything else covering her face whenever she is around me." His voice then became quiet and almost friendly in his rage, "Do you want me to bash you into pieces?"
"No, thanks." It offered.
He watched it.
"Eventually he wandered off." The Plexpad offered Lucas an action that Lucas could take next.
"You want to be alone with her too?" Lucas sneered.
"It was rather sad."
Lucas laughed condescendingly at it, "Yes, you are."
"Yeah, well, look in the mirror…"
Smashed splinters reigned all over the floor as the Plexpad was violently smashed on Skye's end table.
Lucas yelled out his outrage, "Anything else to say!"
"That's all…" And the lights went out on the damaged Plexpad.
"Damn thing making a mess." Lucas got all the way out of the bed.
"You destroyed the mood. I'll have to try again later. I guess that was your plan all along." He watched it making sure it did not have a response or he was going to bash it again.
"You want a bag? Well, you are the one going in a bag." He retrieved a garbage bag from the bathroom.
He started meticulously picking up the pieces.
"I'm going to remove every trace of you from the room, so that when I leave not a single piece of you will get to stay with her."
He cut himself, but kept at his task till he was done then left.
Just before leaving, he gazed back at her with his piercing eyes…mumbling in an almost Gollum voice, "She's my own…my Bucket."
He stalked out into darkness running two fingers over his scars thinking of her tattooed arm.
As he snuck back across the perimeter fence of Terra Nova, he swore to himself that he could almost feel her skin as he stroked his scars one more time. "Mine."
A/N: This was fun and difficult to write what the Plex and Lucas were saying to each other because everything the Plex said was in order in the book. LOL! I enjoyed making this chapter. Hehehehe I could just sooooo see this happening. *giggles*