TN Skye's Suitors
Chapter 4: Touch

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 Situations and Demented Stalker
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 touches Lucas while being spied on by Curran. Josh shows up after.

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 think Skye guiltily lusts after Lucas even thought she is afraid of him. I think that is part of the attraction. Maybe she wants to fix him and make him all better.

Skye woke around noon, which was very late for her. She was usually out and about by daybreak.

No nightmares. Thank god. Noon? Guess I needed the sleep. Wait, I was supposed to meet mother for lunch. She thought to herself as she carried the bottle of wine into the kitchen not fully remembering putting it into the bedroom the night before. She forgot all about taking the Plexpad to bed to let it read to her.

After a very quick shower, she rushed back into her bedroom only wearing light green panties and a bra. She pulled out a soft pair of matching green pants and put them on. She picked up the long sleeved top when she heard something behind her in the doorway of her bedroom.

"Those match my eyes. Is that why you picked them?" The low voice prompted.

She did not dare to turn around as her hand holding the material started to shake from an adrenalin rush that flooded her body. Instantly, she was afraid, out of breath, and ready to run.

She thought to herself, he is here to kill me. Stay calm. Keep him talking. Keep him happy and find a way out. Stay calm. Don't show fear. He likes that. Calm!

She turned to him with a weary smile and lied, "Yes." She knew he was like Taylor in that he was a lie detector most of the time so she added in some truth, "I dreamed about your eyes last night."

He smiled roguishly and tipped his head down, but kept his eyes peering up at her. "Yes, I'm sure you did. I was here. You slept soundly."

She clutched the shirt over the material of her bra and did a mental check if any parts of her body felt sore. She was relieved when nothing hurt like he had added another tattoo. The words about her sleep sank in and she wondered if Lucas being near kept the dreams at bay and not the new housing unit.

"You know, I came here originally to take care of that promise I made to you at the Command Center about what would happen if you betrayed me again." His voice was low and almost friendly. It was the same tone of voice he used when he told her he was going to throw her mother off of the balcony of the Sixer camp.

She blinked and clutched the material harder. Her eyes darted into the next room then back to him.

"What? You want to go in there. Ok, Bucket. I like your new place. I left you a present in the old one, but you never got it." He reached out to grab her arm, and she jerked her arm out of reach.

He smiled and talked to her as they walked into the living area. "I know your little plan, Bucket. I figured it out."

Skye glanced at the door seeing that he had moved furniture in front of it, so that there was no way she could make a run for it. He would catch her. If she yelled, no one would make it in time to save her life.

She understood now that she would have to wound him in some way to be able to make it out. She would have to find a weapon then get close to him. The bad thing was that she knew from experience that even bullets did not slow him down. She glanced at his left shoulder remembering where she shot him to try to make him drop a knife. It had not worked or slowed him down much.

"Yes, that plan." Lucas touched his shoulder where the bullet had hit him. "I know what was really going on. At first, I thought you were trying to save him. And, I did not think you had it in you to shoot me a second time, but now I understand. It's because of your mother. I found out that Curran came and took your mother. He had her and if you failed in your mission that they gave you then they were going to kill her. Your mother is the perfect motivation to get you to do anything. You see, I would have done anything to save my mother. I understand your drive now." Lucas tapped his shoulder.

Skye said nothing. She had shot his shoulder trying to get him to drop the knife because he was going to kill Commander Taylor. She shot him again almost center mass to stop his second stab motion. She did not want to kill him, but would have to save Taylor. She had thought she did kill him at first.

"You're a good shot. You could have shot me in the heart or in my head, but you didn't. You didn't even shoot me in the leg, so you knew I would be able to get up and run away. You made it look like you tried to kill me. I know now that you had to save him or they would have killed your mother. You know…I am the only one who can keep her safe. I can get her away from them, then you can stop pretending to be on their side."

He advanced on her, and she held her hands out in front of her. He stopped.

"So, my little helper. You kept my tattoo." He flashed an appraising glance obviously admiring the view. "You are wearing green undergarments to match my eyes. You dream about me. You did not kill me when you had the chance, but wounded me enough to be convincing. You don't have to worry about me punishing you, because I understand now that you did not betray me. You were doing the same thing you were doing before…protecting your mother."

Sounds started blasting in Lucas' ears that only he could hear. "I wasn't able to protect her when they killed her. My own mother. They killed her. I watched them kill her." His voice was strained and raspy as an alternative way she died played in his mind feeling real. Each version felt real to him.

Lucas raised one hand up to his ear and pressed the palm of his hand down. "I can hear her screaming even now."

His face contorted in pain as Lunatic Lucas left and Little Boy Lucas appeared before her.

"They told him to make a choice, and he refused so they killed her. They chopped off her feet, her hands, her legs, her arms…the same arms that would hold me and rock me to sleep at night…she bled to death as they hacked at her. He did nothing to stop them! I tried. I tried. I cut my wrists trying to get to her. He was in a cage, but he had a key. He could have got out to her. He chose his men over her. Now he is choosing his Terra Nova over me."

He grabbed onto the back of the couch with his free hand as if he could no longer stand. His eyes were lost in memories and his appearance was that of a small boy clutched in terror.

Skye glanced to the door not knowing if she could move the furniture in time to get out before he noticed what she was doing. Her mind yelled at her not to even try or he could kill her.

Watching him again not fully knowing what to do next, her heart started to melt at his torment. She had watched her own father die slowly from disease, but she knew what Lucas went through was much more horrific. He had watched men hack his mother to death. She pictured him as a teenager crying over his dead mother's bloody body.

She knew such a thing can damage a person permanently, and then understood that it was probably why he was the way he is now. That did not excuse stabbing Taylor or all the people she knew he had killed, but at least she knew why.

She wondered if her own father had not died and if they had never gotten sick how things could have been different at Terra Nova. She would never have betrayed Taylor by helping the Sixers unless her mother's life had been on the line.

Skye continued to watch as tears ran down Lucas' face. She now wondered how Lucas would have been different if he had not witnessed the brutal death of his mother. Would they be friends like she was with Josh? Was there an alternate universe where they were hanging out on this same night? Were they dating?

Skye's mind offered something that Tasha had told her a month ago when it came to Skye's men choices after catching Skye reading Jane Eyre. Tasha had voiced that Skye found damaged men highly attractive and that was why she fantasized about Edward Rochester. Tasha told her that Skye liked men to be tortured and self-destructive, but deep down for them to be good. She had even joked to Skye that this was the reason why she liked Josh. She said Josh was brooding and tormented about leaving his girlfriend Kara behind making him irresistible to Skye.

Now, even standing in the same room with Lucas she wondered if that was the reason she had started feeling an attraction to Curran. He was jaded, wounded, and in need of redemption.

Her heart broke now looking at Lucas. She wondered if she could fix him. After all, he was not being violet toward her. Even when he controlled Terra Nova, she was the only one who could talk reason into him as long as he was not enraged. She wondered if she could be the one to heal him from his past.

Is that why he's here? He sees me as Jane? He recognizes he needs help? He's seeking help? He needs me? Deep down he's still that young guy who wants to save his mother and feels the pain of her death and is lashing out at his father at all costs. He can't let go.

Unknowing, she took a step closer to Lucas when logically she should have been trying to find a way out. She did not even notice the change that came over her when she realized he did not mean to kill her and that he allowed himself to be venerable in front of her. Or so she thought.

He wiped the tears away and finally looked at her again noticing that she showed sympathy toward him. He reminded himself that he was in charge, and the screams of his mother's death faded into silence.

"You hurt me." He pulled off his shirt and traced a finger over a faint circular scar on his left shoulder. "I marked you, so you marked me. I let them fully heal the other one, but this one was near where I tattooed you, so I did not let them fully remove all traces. It's a reminder that we have a connection…you and I. It's a promise that you would not hurt me willingly unless it was to save her. But you still hurt me."

She watched his finger trace the scar then her eyes drifted over his chest and abdomen when he put his hand down. He was deliciously muscled and defined. Her body started to warm at the vision of all of his exposed flesh. The adrenaline rush this time had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the six feet of wickedly attractive and emotionally wounded man standing before her.

A smile twitched at her lips when he flexed his muscles for her view.

With his shirt off, the tattoo on his left hand showed up more visibly to her eyes.

"Do you like this?" He questioned holding up his left hand as the last traces of his pain vanished.

Lunatic Lucas was back. She knew that slightly deranged look in his eyes, and her mind reminded her that he was a dangerous man who had threatened to kill her mother not too long ago.

What the hell is wrong with me?

She pushed back her damp hair and started to put the green long sleeve top on, and he shook his head no.

"Don't do that."

She paused then went to continue.

His voice took a harsh turn, "Don't make me say it again."

She lowered her arms.

His eyes fixated on the L tattoo on her arm, "I want to touch you. Will you let me touch you?"

His eyes cleared, and she saw the wounded Little Boy Lucas watching her. "Will you hold me? Will you hold me like she did?"

Her heart said yes, but her mind yelled no. It was a good thing she listened to her mind as his expression changed as quickly as one of Rochester's moods, and he was stalking her again.

He circled around to her left side as she backed into the center of the living room. There was no where she could run to get away from him. He reached down and picked up her discarded shirt. He held it up to his nose and breathed in.

A mixture of excitement and fear washed over her. She did not know if she wanted to run screaming or stand still to see if he would touch her as gently as he was touching her shirt. Her mind quickly reminded her how he had grabbed at her in Boylan's bar.

She could not take the risk and backed up again.

Lucas sat down in an armed chair draping her shirt on one of the arms, "Ok, I know. As long as they have your mother, you can't let yourself be with me. You will resist. Don't get me wrong." His voice oozed sensual charm, "I like the chase and the little game we have going on here. I like it when you fight back and taunt me. But, I want you to eventually give yourself freely to me. I wouldn't mind hearing you beg for it. I know that will not happen while they have her, so we will make a bargain…you and I."

She said nothing wishing now that she had tried to escape when he had his moment of weakness leaning on the couch. She was trapped now with Lunatic Lucas who could do anything at any time. She knew now that she would have to play along with whatever he came up with or he might turn on her, because before her now was the man that shot the other timeline's Wash in the head.

"What game shall we play? What game? Ok. I have it." He clapped his hands together once then rubbed them together. He then rested one hand on the front of his pants. "I will keep my hands to myself as long as you are touching me. If you stop touching me, then that is you giving me full permission to touch you in any way I want. Deal?"

Yes, she thought to herself, I should have put a bullet in his head when I had the chance. I'm acting afraid, and it's feeding his demon. When I'm more assertive or aggressive, he then acts more playful. He's going to attack me if I don't act a little aggressive. I'll play up to him a little to control him as much as possible. I can't be the prey, or he will attack. So be it.

She uncrossed her slender arms which were hiding her breasts and put her hands on her hips, "We keep this quiet and between us while they still have my mother. They will kill her if they know I am not fighting to the death right now. I get to pick where I touch you…deal?" Skye managed with a shaky voice half afraid he would say no or just out right attack her.

She raised an eyebrow suggestively to mask her fear. She did not want to feed the pain demon that she witnessed when he tattooed her. It was the same demon inside of him that grabbed her hand in Boylan's bar. It had done it just to feel her struggle to get away. It was evil. She needed playful. She needed Rochester not Jack the Ripper.

His tumultuous green eyes flickered to her hands then to her face, "Where would you like to touch me, Bucket?"

She wondered why he was not looking at her breasts. She deiced gift horse and mentally moved on.

She did not dare move forward because he had not made the deal yet. She answered while shrugging her shoulders, "Where I was touching you in my dreams."

He undid his belt and pants, but stayed in the chair. He contemplated her a few moments before sliding his hand into his pants gripping himself. "Deal. You have three seconds to make contact. One. Two."

Just before he could say three she rushed forward and slapped her hands onto his shoulders. Her damp hair flew forward when her hands impacted his shoulders.

Lucas closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Her cool long wavy hair trailed down his shoulders sending sparks over his heated skin. "Bucket."

She smiled then walked around him to the side trailing her fingers, so she would be farther away from his hand that was stroking himself in his pants.

"Bucket? You were touching my shoulders in your dream?" He breathed out as his now hooded eyes watched hers.

"Yes."

"You were willingly touching me in the dream?" He questioned to gauge her response.

"Yes. And, here." She traced her finger over the scar left by the bullet. She wanted him to believe that his shoulders and neck were a place that she desired to touch him. She did not want him getting the idea to make her hands go to where his hand was now stroking his hard length.

He appeared appeased with her response. He had no idea that in her dream her hands had been reaching to beat on his shoulders then claw at his neck and wound because he was strangling the life out of her.

She walked behind him, but kept both hands touching his shoulders. She gripped her hand over this scar then let her other hand trace her nails over his skin. He stopped watching her and closed his eyes.

She turned her head from side to side for a second looking for a weapon.

He moved to peer up at her again. His eyes asked her what she was doing.

Skye moved the hand that was over the scar up to the two scars that started on his neck then ran up into his hair line. "These are interesting. They match my tattoo."

She traced them with her fingers, and his body shivered visibly. His hand slowed as the other gripped the arm of the chair.

Skye hated that watching him shake from pleasure that she gave him made her body start to react favorably to touching his muscular body.

"Use your tongue, Bucket." Lucas tugged a little on his pants then pulled his length out of his pants.

Her aroused state caused confusion with his request until he tipped his head forwards some and to the side to give her more access to his neck and the back of his head.

She told herself she was playing her part as she bent over and traced her tongue on the longer scar. The softness of his neck contrasted with the ridged scar, and her eyes darted down to get a better look at what his hand was gripping.

Her lips and tongue lightly played on his neck where the shorter scar was as she continued to watch his hand work over his sizable shaft.

He tipped his head and saw her eyes on his stroking hand. He reached with his lips to kiss her, but she moved back.

"I'm still touching you." She dug her nails into his shoulders and flicked her tongue. Her breath was playing over his moist neck making his eyelids flicker.

He stopped trying to kiss her, but leaned back harder against the back of the chair. Her dangling hair touched his face.

Skye examined the shape of his lips. She had never really paid them proper attention because the intensity of his eyes always distracted her. The top points of his lips formed a perfectly sharp M, but his lower lip was soft and plump. She ran her hands farther down over his chest and drew circles. She was lost in the sensations of his body under her hands and started to give into her desire to run her tongue over his lips outlining them.

His voice was raspy. "Bucket? Sure you don't want me to fill your bucket?" He braced his arms on the arms of the chair and raised his hips up pumping into his hand instead of his hand stroking.

Under any other circumstance, she would have laughed to hear a grown man say something as corny as that, but coming from Lucas it was horrifying and erotic at the same time. She wanted to run for her life and stay with him at the same time. She wondered if this was how Jane Eyre felt.

She never knew how Jane could make herself leave Mr. Rochester when she saw that he was in such obvious pain from the consequences of what happened in his youth that was hindering his adult life. She had always thought that poor Mr. Rochester could not help what had happened, but was doing his best to deal with the situation. She always thought that she would never have left if she was Jane. But now she was starting to understand. You may feel sorry for the youth that was tricked or wounded, but you have to protect yourself from the man that they have become and choose to continue to be.

You can only tame a beast for so long before it consumes you. She knew it was only a matter of time before you fall into their twisted world with them.

Her body offered that Lucas was a well muscled man who would pleasure her in a most untamed fuck-athon, and the only time he had hurt her was the tattoo.

Her heart offered that poor Lucas was wounded and needed therapy.

But, her mind reminded her when she took his data to the eye and gave it back to him then he brought his own military back that killed over 20 men, women, and children. And, he threatened to kill her mother. And, he had almost killed Josh, Jim and Taylor. He shot the other timeline Wash in the head.

Her mind won.

"If you're going to stop touching me, now's the time." He spoke through clenched teeth.

She knew if she removed her hands from him that he was going to strip her and take her. Her body yelled yes, but her mind whispered no and offered images of the dead bodies of people she knew and talked to for years laying lifeless on the muddied ground.

She fought for what to say to keep him obedient to her wavering control. "They have my mother, and I like touching you. Keep going. Let me watch you. I like to watch you."

She went back to licking his neck and clawed more forcefully at his chest then back up to his shoulders. She tried not to enjoy the way it made his breath hitch. She tried not to enjoy the power she had over him.

She felt his muscles strain just before he turned his face toward her and his eyes locked with hers. She watched his pleasure dance in his green eyes as he convulsed his release. She had never witnessed something so mesmerizing in all her life.

She could see a change in his eyes. Lunatic Lucas surfaced with his demon. He used her shirt from earlier to wipe himself off then he threw it on the floor.

It startled her into taking a step back, and her hands lost contact.

"You let go. We agreed earlier that you letting go would be your signal for me to touch you however I want."

She put her hands back, "No, I'm touching you."

"You let go." He stood to his feet and gripped the arm of the chair sending it flying across the room. "There's nothing between us to stop us now. No one is here to see that you want me. Your mother is safe. No more games. I think you need another tattoo. I love the face you make when I stab a needle into your skin. I wonder how much more I will enjoy it if I used a knife this time? You're going to beg for me to stop before it's done, and I think I'm really going to enjoy it. Got a knife, Bucket? I like knives. You'll probably fight back, so we may have to make several attempts at it to get one good one."

He put his pants back into place then ran a finger over his left forearm. She watched his finger trail over faint lines that resembled words.

"I'm thinking the word 'Mine' on your forehead or jaw would be nice. What do you think? Your Plexpad would object because it doesn't like scars on one's face. It likes mine on my neck and scalp. The damn thing should never mention mirrors to anyone. Oh, but it never will again. It wanted to be alone with you last night. Now see who is alone with you…me." His voice was pleasant, but his eyes were psychotically deranged.

She had no idea what he was talking about except that he intended to carve a tattoo on her face with a knife. She pictured him running a blade over her skin to make the next tattoo. Ice ran in her veins and threatened to shake her apart.

Skye backed then sprinted for the kitchen. Her only thoughts were to try to find a knife first because she knew she did not have enough time to move the furniture and get out of the door.

As she scrambled for the kitchen, she heard a loud crash behind her. She screamed and whirled around.

To her relief, Curran was there and had tackled Lucas. She gasped as both men fought to kill the other.

"Oh my god." She forgot the pursuit of a knife when she remembered her mother saying that she hid a pistol in her room.

Skye sprinted to her mother's room and retrieved the pistol. When she reentered the kitchen, Curran was trying to get Lucas in a choke hold and Lucas was trying to press his thumb into Curran's eye. A trail of blood ran over Curran's face. Lucas slipped out of his grip and slammed Curran's head on the floor.

"She's mine!" Lucas yelled.

Curran flipped Lucas over punching him in face then gripped his neck, "Like hell she is."

"Damn. Damn!" They were jerking around to the point she was afraid she would shoot the wrong man.

She stepped forward intending to get close enough to press the gun to Lucas's head when there were noises behind her. She spun the gun around, and it took her a few moments to notice that they were Taylor's men and not Lucas' military men.

They were yelling at her to lower the gun. She lowered the gun and turned back to the men who were on the floor behind the counter. Curran was lying unmoving on the floor, and Lucas was gone.

She yelled, "Not again! It's Lucas! Get Lucas!" She pointed to the back of her housing unit.

The soldiers had focused on the bleeding Curran thinking he was the one to blame, but they moved on the second they heard it was Lucas.

Skye landed next to Curran and held his bleeding face, "Open your eyes, Curran. Look at me."

His eyes opened slowly then he jerked as if looking for Lucas.

"He's gone. Are you ok?" Skye inquired so concerned for him that she forgot she only had her pants and bra on.

He did not seem to notice her state of undress, "Yes. Are you ok?"

"You're the one bleeding." She yelled at one of the soldiers to give her a kitchen towel. She held the towel to his face to stop the bleeding. She then inspected the side of his head that had been smacked on the floor.

"It's not that bad, but you still need to go to the infirmary. How did you know he was here?" She made sure not to use his name.

"I checked in with Deborah, and she said you never showed up for your lunch date with her. You're mother was worried, and I said I would check on you. I even asked Elizabeth to get extra guards to watch over her just in case. She did. I'm so sorry, Skye. I tried the door and when you didn't answer I looked in the window. I saw…I saw you clawing at his chest, but I couldn't see his face. I thought it was Josh at first and went to leave then you jumped back from him, and I saw his face. It was Lucas."

Skye heard more noises behind her, but could only focus on Curran's face and what was before her because that was the direction Lucas had fled in. She did not want to turn her back to the direction he went. She kept thinking he was coming back for her. It chilled her to the bone.

Skye felt embarrassed that she had tried to handle the situation with Lucas. She felt stupid that Lucas' recount of the events of his mother's death had caused her to let down her guard. She felt ashamed that her body wanted him even when her mind flashed images of all the people she saw his men kill. She had felt sorry for the wounded tiger, and it almost carved her up.

Not a tiger, her mind prompted, his demon.

She became aware that she did not have a shirt on and that a soldier was even now looking down at it in the living room. She knew he noticed what it was used for.

She felt perplexed. She felt tainted. She felt sickened with herself.

Her hands lowered from Curran's face as tears flooded her eyes. "I tried to get away from him."

"Yes, I saw. I'm sorry. At first, I thought you might have been on a date or something because it looked mutual. I would have come in immediately if I knew it was Lucas." Curran apologized.

She jerked at hearing his name and pressed her hands to her eyes.

Curran stumbled on quickly, "I could not tell at first he was forcing you to stand there while he…well. When you tried to move away from him, I saw your face and knew something was wrong then I saw it was him. I looked around the room and saw that furniture was across the front door, so I thought to sneak around the back and come in quietly. Then he threw the chair and said he was going to carve you with a knife, I knew I had to act immediately. I kicked in the back door. I'm so sorry, Skye."

"You saved me." She trembled as she almost fell forward.

He grabbed her and pulled her into his lap.

She pressed against him as she cried into his shoulder. He rested his chin on the top of her head and used his free hand to motion to a soldier to give him his shirt.

The soldier took it off and reached forward. Curran stopped his hands from putting the shirt against her and jerked it out of his hands. He then wrapped if over her to cover her back and side. She had turned in his body so that the majority of her front of her was pressed against his chest. Her left hand reached up gripping at his shoulder.

Curran saw the tattoo on her shoulder. He could not stop himself from asking the question he wanted to ask her the day before. "Is that how you saved Josh? You let him tattoo you? That's what he meant by what he was saying?"

She nodded yes and then pressed her face more firmly against him as she lost all conscious thought and wept.

Curran instantly regretted asking. He told himself to think of her and not his own curiosity.

"He's never touching you again. We'll get that removed. You're mother is safe in the infirmary with lots of guards. It's ok now. I have you. It's ok." Curran's calm steady voice continued to reassure her as he hugged her close and stroked her hair. He even started slowly rocking her.

Over time, her crying stopped and her breathing evened out.

"You saved me. Thank you, Curran. You're always saving us." Skye pictured her mother laying in the infirmary, and Jim telling her that Curran had snuck her out of the Sixer camp.

Her voice kept hitching as she tried not to hyperventilate, "You're Rochester not him. He has a demon. It likes to hurt me. I kept dreaming that he would come for me. And, he did."

She started to cry and shake again.

"I stopped him. No one's going to hurt you now. You're safe." Curran's voice was calm and confident.

He pet her and murmured soft words to her that she did not even fully understand at that point. The tremor stopped, and she calmed again.

No one in the room had any idea who Rochester was or if it was a name that stood for good guy. They only understood that she mentioned that Lucas Taylor had a demon. That, everyone knew. No one questioned her.

Taylor and Jim had walked in as Curran said it was Lucas. The men looked around helpless and stayed quiet. They were half afraid of what Lucas had done because she did not have a shirt on and Curran was bloodied.

They did not disturb Curran and Skye. No one did. Jim had quietly asked a soldier to find Elizabeth. Wash was already outside organizing the soldiers to search the colony for Lucas knowing they would not find him. One could hope.

Skye opened her eyes again and her vision was blurry. "You're shirts all wet now. Ok, I need to get up."

Curran was holding her steady as she got to her feet when Joshed walked in.

His mind took everything in in an instant. Curran clutched at Skye, she had been crying and there was dried blood on Curran's face. He gasped when the shirt fell away from Skye and he saw the tattoo. His mind announced to him that she was not wearing a shirt.

"Skye? What the hell did you do to her?" Josh was at him in an instant.

Taylor and Jim rushed forward. They had been looking away to give her some semblance of privacy because of her state of undress and did not think Josh would react like that.

Josh jerked Curran's arm that supported her. Jim grabbed at Josh as Taylor caught Skye who had tumbled and almost smacked the floor face first.

Josh tried to punch Curran in the face, but Jim stopped him dragging him back. "Josh, no."

Skye yelled, "Stop it now! Damn it."

Josh stopped struggling against his father, and Taylor stood to his feet holding Skye in his arms.

"Thanks, but put me down." Skye felt the need to take control back. Her sanity depended on it.

Taylor released her legs and lowered her to the floor. He kept her turned so that she did not flash everyone…again. "Stevens. Get one of her shirts."

Skye pulled her arm a little so that he would let go. "I'll get the shirt myself."

It took her a second to realize that she did not know if anyone had checked her room for Lucas. She knew logically they did, but she did not know for sure. She pictured him jumping out of the closet with a knife.

She put her hands back over her eyes. She was too afraid to move. She kept seeing flashes of Lucas' eyes in her mind. "I can't do this. I can't do this."

Elizabeth jogged in looking everywhere at once. The men were staring at Skye stupidly as the young women turned in half circles mumbling to herself while shirtless.

Curran stepped forward to Skye, Josh moved closer to him, Jim pulled Josh back, and Taylor extended his arms and stepped between all of the men and Skye.

Elizabeth would have fumed at the men, but Skye was obviously in distress. "Skye? Look at me Skye."

Skye stopped. Elizabeth quickly assessed her in a moment.

Stevens walked in with a clean shirt and handed it to Elizabeth's outstretched hand. She helped Skye put it on as Skye was staring into space.

"Skye honey. I need to take you to the infirmary with me. Ok?"

Nothing.

"Your mother sent me to get you. She said we need to eat lunch ok?" Elizabeth tried again.

Skye nodded yes then spoke, "Curran needs help."

"He'll come too ok?" Elizabeth spoke in her softest mother voice.

"Ok, and Josh."

"Yes, Josh is coming too."

Skye took one step then stopped. She did not even turn around, "Josh. Curran. Behave." She then allowed Elizabeth to lead her out of her housing unit.

A/N: Well, I was not going to let Lucas cut on her. How did Jane Eyre end up in a Lucas fic? There is a trio of Lucas. I don't even know what to say. *glances back at chapter* Comments? Reviews? What do you think?