Author's Note: I was so excited for this chapter! Thank you for all the great reviews guys! :)

Skye was bundled between her covers, curled over on her side. It must have been around seven in the morning, and she had barely gotten any sleep. After last night's ordeal, it would have been hard to believe if she had slept well.

When Skye got home, she found herself so distracted that her mother offered to call Dr. Shannon if she was feeling feverish. Talking normally to her mother was proven impossible, as scenes from her rendezvous with Lucas kept playing in her mind. Eventually, she excused herself to her bedroom.

Skye buried her face in her pillow, blocking out the rising sun. She couldn't believe that she had actually given in the night before and kissed Lucas back. If she hadn't stopped it, who knew where it could have gone? Skye shuddered at the idea of giving herself up to Lucas, but she wasn't sure whether it was from disgust or pleasure. She groaned, clasping her hands behind her head.

Then again, maybe it was a good thing that they had kissed last night. She was supposed to make him think she liked him, wasn't she? But all Skye could think about was Taylor and Josh, and how they would react if they found out that she really liked Lucas. Not that she did.

But Skye couldn't deny the chemistry that happened between them. Before kissing Lucas, she had always dismissed the claims of sparks flying when kissing someone. But what she had experienced last night was more than sparks. The feeling had come up from inside of her, as though it was trying to claw out of her. Tingles had spread from her stomach to the rest of her body, and Skye could swear that she still felt them. It was everything she had wanted to feel with Josh, but never did.

"Ugh, no," muttered Skye, lifted her head for air. She couldn't classify that feeling as love right away. For all she knew, it could be lust. Lucas was a very attractive man, and had he been living in Terra Nova he would have been chased after by other women. There was something about him, other than his excellent physique and charming good looks. It was the way he looked at people – no, the way he looked at Skye – that drove her insane. It was as though if he had his way, he would rip off her clothes and pull her into the nearest bedroom. And the worst part was that sometimes, Skye felt the same way.

Before she could stop herself, Skye wondered if she would give herself up to save Taylor, Josh, Shannon or Wash. It wasn't as if she didn't want to, but she was afraid that she might regret it later. Lucas was unpredictable, moody and could be evil when he wanted to. Did she really want to lose her virginity to someone like Lucas?

Skye's cheeks flushed. Right, she was still a virgin. She had waited all this time for the right guy, and it definitely wasn't going to be Lucas. With a final nod, Skye rolled out of bed and padded into her bathroom.

It was only after she got out of the shower and headed for some breakfast when Skye remembered that she didn't have a medic center shift that day. She hit herself on the head, silently cursing herself for being so preoccupied. Skye sat down on one of the barstools and grabbed a slice of bread from the loaf on the counter, sticking it in her mouth with disdain. Lucas was getting to her head more than ever, and she wanted him out.

To take her mind off Lucas, Skye thought about Wash. She wondered if Wash was even getting food. When she had last seen Wash, she looked like they – like Lucas – was starving her. With one last chomp on her slice of bread, Skye decided that something had to be done about it.

But the thought of going to see Lucas to bargain about releasing Wash was a scary thought. She didn't want to think about what he would ask for in return, if he ever even thought about releasing Wash. Skye doubted that he would be as civil as he was the first time; then again, he kissed her so fiercely that her lips were numb afterwards. Skye exhaled heavily, looking around the kitchen for a solution. Her eyes found the fruit bowl, which was filled with neon green and bright orange fruits.

'Green, I go. Orange, I find another way,' thought Skye, squeezing her eyes shut and reaching for the fruit bowl. Her hand closed around the round, rough-skinned fruit and brought it into her lap. With a deep breath, Skye looked down into her lap.

Skye finished the last piece of the green fruit and threw it into the compost bin outside the fort. She didn't hesitate as she climbed the stairs to the fort, though she felt like a pig heading for the slaughterhouse. Skye had already taken out her chip, knowing that what was about to go down wasn't something that Taylor needed to hear. She had already been afraid that Taylor had heard last night's ordeal. The Sixers watched Skye climb the stairs, unmoving and with unreadable expressions, as she brushed past them. Leroy stopped her at the top of the stairs, and Skye bit back a derisive laugh.

"Is Lucas here?" asked Skye, batting her eyelashes innocently. Leroy looked back at the fort hesitantly.

"Yes. But I have to ask you why you want to see him," responded Leroy, looking as though he was expecting the worst. Skye rolled her eyes, placing her hands on her hips.

"Just tell him I'm here."

Leroy sighed as though Skye had just asked him to run ten laps and disappeared into the fort. Skye followed him right away, seeing as it was pointless to wait when Lucas was obviously going to let her in.

Leroy opened his mouth in protest as Skye slipped into the fort, but Lucas, who was sitting behind Taylor's desk, raised a hand to silence him. Lucas's gaze turned to Skye, his mouth tilting into an arrogant smirk. "Bucket."

Skye raised an eyebrow back in return, determined to stay as calm and confident as possible. Leroy turned on his heel and left, apparently not interested in waiting to see what happened. Skye crossed her arms and turned back to Lucas to find that he was suddenly only a foot away from her. She stepped back involuntarily, cursing herself internally for being such a wuss. Lucas gazed down at Skye, his electric green eyes captivating hers like two shimmering emeralds.

"Back for some unfinished business?" murmured Lucas, reaching out to take Skye's face in his hands. Skye pulled back instantly despite how good his hand felt against her skin, glaring back at him.

"Yes, actually," retorted Skye, smirking as Lucas frowned in confusion. "I want to you let Wash go."

Lucas's grin returned, and Skye narrowed her eyes. "After your little stunt last night? I don't think so."

Skye took a deep breath and stepped closer to Lucas, willing her lower lip to stop trembling. "Hmm… which stunt are you talking about?"

Lucas raised his eyebrows, dabbing at his lower lip with his tongue. Though she tried not to, Skye's eyes found Lucas's lips and remembered the electric feeling of them on hers. Skye shook her head slightly, looking away, but it was too late. Lucas had seen, and was already snaking his arms around her waist. Skye quickly untangled herself from his loose embrace, backing up until she was leaning against the desk.

"Alright, let me make this clear, brother," said Skye, exasperated. Lucas's smirk returned, sparking anger in Skye. "I want Lieutenant Washington out of that prison. I don't care if you keep her under constant supervision, but she needs to be taken to the medic center. So name your price."

Skye bit her lower lip, regretting her words the moment they came out. She had a pretty good idea of what Lucas's price would be by the hungry way he was watching her. Lucas stepped closer to Skye until the fronts of his legs were up against Skye's, his hands on either side of the desk beside her. Skye didn't move back, knowing that it was too late.

"The price is you," said Lucas, his voice low. He took Skye's face in his hands again, looking down into her eyes. "I want you, Skye Tate."

Skye exhaled, her worst-case scenario confirmed. She pressed her lips together, squeezing her eyes shut at the same time. "Then you have me."

Lucas froze, his body stiff against Skye's. Then suddenly, with renewed vigor, Lucas took Skye's lips in his. Skye's eyes shot open as that tingling feeling returned, this time fizzing through her body until it stopped somewhere between her legs. Skye wrapped her hands around Lucas's neck, pulling him closer. Lucas's mouth moved irresistibly against Skye's, his arms snaking around her waist again. A surge of impatience shot through Skye, and she wrapped her legs around Lucas's waist. Lucas hiked her up onto the desk, his lips never leaving hers. Suddenly, he pulled away, a mischievous smile on his face.

"You sure this is about Wash, Bucket?" teased Lucas, caressing Skye's cheek with his thumb. Skye flushed a deep red, and Lucas laughed. "Besides, as much as I want you, now is neither the place nor the time."

Skye pushed Lucas away, catching him off guard. "Then let Wash go."

Lucas raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms across his chest. "Was that really all an act then, Bucket?"

Skye forced her angry expression to morph into a serene smile, walking up close to Lucas again. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops, dangerously close to the bulge emerging from the front of his cargos. With lightning-quick fingers, Skye plucked the key out of Lucas's pocket and raced for the door that concealed Wash. It was only when Skye inserted the key and opened the door that she realized Lucas hadn't tried to stop her.

Skye rushed into the room, headed straight for Wash. Lieutenant Washington was sitting up against the wall, her head leaning forward. Skye wrapped an arm around Wash, making her look up. "Wash? I'm going to get you out of here, alright?"

"Skye?" The hair at the back of Skye's neck stood up at the dryness of Wash's voice. Skye hoisted Wash up, an arm on her back to support her.

"Yeah, it's me," replied Skye, walking Wash out of the room. "It's going to be ok."

Lucas stepped forward, arms outstretched. "Do you want help?"

"No!" barked Skye, glaring up at Lucas. Everything she had felt for Lucas a few seconds ago had disappeared the moment she saw Wash again. What had she been thinking? How could she have even tried anything with the man who would do that to Wash?

Lucas watched, unmoving, as Skye led Wash out of the fort. To Skye's relief, Mark was walking past the fort at that moment, headed for the farms. "Mark!"

Mark's head snapped up. His eyes widened when he realized who Skye was supporting, and he ran up the stairs four steps at a time. Mark pulled Wash up from her crouch, supporting her neck. "Lieutenant!"

"Good to see you, Reynolds," choked Wash, shooting Mark a grin. Mark's expression was shocked; believable, seeing as he thought Wash had been shot in the head months ago. Skye and Taylor led Wash across Terra Nova, oblivious to the turning heads and silent cheers of relief. Wash had been a comfort to everyone in Terra Nova, and seeing her alive was easily the best thing that had happened to them in the past few days.

"Dr. Shannon!" shouted Mark as they entered the medic center, Wash in tow. Dr. Shannon looked up and her eyes widened when she saw Wash. Thankfully, Dr. Shannon recovered quickly and got straight to business.

"Annie!" called Dr. Shannon, ushering Wash to the nearest bed. A nurse hurried over with an IV drip, handing it to Dr. Shannon. Three other nurses joined Dr. Shannon, helping her as she tended to Wash.

"Skye," said Mark quietly, tugging on Skye's sleeve. He led her away from the commotion, beside the window near the back of the medic center. "I need to talk to you."

Skye nodded, placing her hands on her hips. "Yeah? What's up?"

Mark's expression hardened, and he folded his arms across his chest. "Skye, what the hell is going on with you and Lucas?"

Author Again: Dum dum dum... Mark's onto them! By the way, YES I was talking about the explicit version of Tonight ;). Till next time!