Author's Note: So this chapter took a lot longer than I thought it would, but I rewrote it because it didn't feel right. And in response to one of the questions in the reviews, I'm actually not sure how many chapters there will be, but there is going to be something really big coming up in the next few chapters, and I'm so excited for it! Enjoy this chapter! :)

"W-what?" Skye's eyes widened as the words left Mark's mouth. How could he have caught on so quickly? He couldn't have seen them in the fort… could he?

"You and Lucas," repeated Mark, his eyes narrowing as he zeroed in on Skye's jitteriness. "What's up with you two?"

Skye tried to hide the fact that her heart was racing ten times faster than it should have been as she responded. "What d'you mean, us two?"

Mark sighed and glared at Skye. "I mean, since when are you in cahoots with Commander Taylor's psychotic son?"

Skye's mouth dropped open, both at the 'cahoots' and at the truth in Mark's statement. "I am not!"

"Your little outing yesterday? Outside the gates?"

Skye swallowed and lowered her voice. "That was to talk to the Commander. You know that."

"I also know that you left Commander Taylor's company hours before you returned," said Mark, raising an eyebrow. Skye frowned; so Taylor was secretly communicating with Mark, and possible the other members of Terra Nova's security force. Interesting.

"I knocked Lucas out to get away," replied Skye, folding her arms to match Mark's stance. "It takes a while to wake up from a blow like that. Speaking of blows, it's nice to know that you suspect me."

Skye felt slightly guilty that she was antagonizing Mark, but Taylor hadn't told him about their plan so it was better if it stayed a secret. Mark's expression softened. "No, Skye, I don't suspect you. I'm just worried about you."

"Why?" asked Skye, throwing her hands up in the air. "I'm perfectly fine."

"It's not that. It's Lucas. He's up to something. Why else would he let Wash go just because you asked him to? And the same thing happened with Josh Shannon back when Lucas detained him."

"I don't think he's trying anything," replied Skye, trying her best to look deep in thought. "I think he's genuinely trying to be nice."

Mark scoffed. "Right. Well, you tell me if he tries anything, because I swear, I will rip his head off."

Skye nodded, pressing her lips together nervously. "I'll keep that in mind."

Skye and Mark looked up as the front doors to the medic center opened and Maddy came in, catching Mark's attention. Mark turned back to Skye. "I'll see you later. And you tell me if you have any problems."

"Will do," replied Skye as Mark ran off to greet Maddy. Skye watched as Mark pecked Maddy on the cheek, and she blushed furiously in return. Skye's heart sank as she realized that she could never have something like that with Lucas.

Thinking about Lucas brought Skye back to the issue at hand. If Mark found out what was going on between her and Lucas, he would freak out. He would undoubtedly tell Taylor, and Taylor's reaction would be even worse. Skye shivered as she thought about what Taylor would say if he found out the things she had done with Lucas.

"Skye," Dr. Shannon came up to Skye and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Today's your off day. You should be getting rest."

Skye bit back a laugh at the idea of getting rest. She doubted that she would be getting much rest for the next while. "I was just about to leave, but I wanted to talk to Lieutenant Washington first."

Dr. Shannon nodded, looking back at Wash's bed. "Okay, but only for a bit. She needs her rest too."

Skye approached Wash's bed, her stance hesitant. "Lieutenant Washington?"

Wash's eyes shot open and took in her surroundings. Her eyes landed on Skye's and widened. "S-Skye. It's in the Plex."

"What?" Skye moved closer to Wash, straining to hear. "What's in the Plex?"

"The security codes," rasped Wash, trying to raise a hand to her throat but finding her hand strapped to the IV. "Taylor needs the security codes."

"The security codes are in the Plex?" asked Skye, struggling to hang on to Wash's words. "The one in the fort?"

"No! The one in his cabin."

Skye froze at the idea of sneaking into Lucas's cabin. Nothing could prepare her for peeking into the private life of Lucas Taylor. Dr. Shannon took one look at Wash's flustered appearance and called for the nurses. "Skye, you'd better head home."

Skye nodded, heading for the door while absentmindedly staring at Wash. Breaking into Lucas's cabin was no easy feat. She couldn't imagine what would go down if Lucas found her snooping in his house. Skye shuddered slightly as she exited the medic center and headed for the cabins.

Besides, did Lucas even have a cabin? Skye had just assumed that he lived in the fort, seeing as he barely slept. Skye's feet tripped slightly, pulling her back into reality. She looked up and found herself standing in front of Taylor's old cabin. Sadness took the place of Skye's anxiety as she watched the familiar cabin. Skye's eyes caught the plant on Taylor's porch and she frowned when she noticed that it looked healthy for a plant that hadn't been watered in days. Her eyes travelled along the porch to find that there was a new pair of boots near the door. Lucas's boots.

After a quick look to see if anyone was watching, Skye sprinted up the stairs, pulled the spare key out of the loose plank on the porch and unlocked Taylor's – Lucas's – front door. She closed the door behind herself, slipping the key into her pocket. She knew that Lucas wasn't in his cabin, because he was at the fort moments before. But Skye also knew that Lucas could walk in at any moment, so she decided to hurry. She headed for Taylor's bedroom, which she expected Lucas to have taken.

To Skye's surprise, Lucas had kept Taylor's bedroom the exact same way it had been before. Taylor's desk was still beside the window, beside his bed and across from his closet. Skye repressed the sudden urge to look through Lucas's underwear drawer and headed for the desk.

Skye sighed with relief as her eyes caught the Plex lying on Lucas's desk in plain sight. Just as Skye reached out to grab the Plex, she heard the front door unlock. She snatched the Plex off the desk and ran for the closet just as the door to Lucas's bedroom slid open. Skye backed into the closet onto a pile of jeans as Lucas stepped into his bedroom.

The doors to Lucas's closet were shuttered, and to Skye's dismay, the shutters were wide open. But thankfully, Lucas didn't pay any attention to his closet as he walked into the center of his bedroom. Skye's eyes widened as Lucas pulled off his army-green shirt, revealing a rock-hard torso that was built from years outside the gates. She gaped as his biceps flexed, spanning more than she was expecting. Skye drew the line, however, when Lucas unbelted his pants. She looked away, her cheeks burning, but she managed to get a glimpse of the hem of his plaid boxers.

Suddenly, Lucas's head snapped up, his expression attentive. Skye froze, holding her breath. Lucas looked around, confused. He seemed to be sniffing at the air, as though he smelled something. Skye covered her mouth as she gasped. He smelled her shampoo. He knew she was there.

Lucas turned his nose towards his shirt, and shook his head. He seemed to have convinced himself that the smell of Skye's shampoo had anchored itself to the fabric of his shirt. Skye raised an eyebrow as Lucas's mouth curved into a soft smile and she wondered if he was remembering what happened in the fort.

Lucas disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself. Skye held her breath and waited for the shower head to turn on, exhaling when it did. Skye tapped the Plex, which pinged to life. A password prompt showed up, and Skye bumped her head against the wall of the closet in frustration. Skye began to type in passwords at random, trying to get the Plex to open.

SIXERS
Bleep. 9 tries left.
PHOENIX
Bleep. 8 tries left.
REVENGE
Bleep. 7 tries left.

Skye groaned. What could Lucas possibly have set his password to? Then, with a desperate stroke, Skye typed in 'SKYE'.

Bleep. 6 tries left.

Skye pressed her lips together, slightly disappointed. Then again, it wasn't as though they were a couple for Lucas to have her name as his password. Suddenly, a thought ran through Skye's mind. What if… no, it couldn't be…

Skye typed in the word that was flashing through her mind, waiting for the 'bleep'.

Ping. Password Accepted.

Skye's eyes widened, her mouth dropping open. She couldn't believe it. His password was Bucket. Skye could feel the blush creeping back up her cheeks as she tapped at the Plex, trying to get to any important files.

Skye brought a hand up to the chip, trying to signal Taylor. A few moments later, Taylor's voice boomed through Skye's eardrum.

"Skye. Any news?"

"Commander, I have Lucas's Plex right now," whispered Skye, casting wary glances towards the bathroom door. "What information can I get you?"

"You – WHAT?" Taylor got over his astonishment surprisingly quickly as he changed his tone. "I mean, yes. The chip I gave you can transmit data, so find the plug on the Plex and tap Transfer."

Skye followed Taylor's instructions and tapped Transfer, feeling sufficiently relieved. At least if she was caught, Taylor would have the information he needed. As the transfer finished, Skye pulled the chip out of the Plex and inserted it back into her ear. "You get that?"

"Yep. Thanks, Skye. This really means a lot."

"No problem," replied Skye, getting up. She exited the closet and set the Plex back on the desk the way it had been before she took it. Skye's eyes narrowed as she remembered Mark's words. "So, have you talked to Mark or any of the others lately?"

Taylor was silent for a few moments. "Are you still in Lucas's cabin?"

"Commander!" Skye frowned, folding her arms across her chest. "Don't try and change the subject. You've been communicating with them too? What for?"

"Skye, you need to get out of there," insisted Taylor, sounding sincere this time. Skye looked back at the bathroom door, realizing that Taylor was right.

"Okay, but stay on the chip," muttered Skye, heading for the door. Just as Skye entered the front hall, she heard the bathroom door open. With a jolt of panic, Skye raced for the door and pulled it open. Without even thinking of being quiet, Skye slammed the door behind herself. Realizing what she just did, Skye raced for cover behind another cabin, holding her hand over her heart as though the sound of it beating would give her away.

Skye stayed there for a few moments, sneaking occasional glances to see if Lucas was coming out of his cabin. Once she was certain that Lucas wasn't coming out, Skye turned around and walked the length of the cabin until she reached the road. She looked back at Lucas's cabin one last time before stepping out onto the road.

As soon as she stepped down, Skye ran into something solid. She stumbled back, holding her hands out for balance. Skye felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist, stopping her from falling backwards. Skye looked up to see Lucas standing in front of her, his hair still wet from the shower.

Skye gaped as Lucas pulled her closer to him. Lucas's expression was unreadable; he was either calm or really, really angry. "Why so flustered, Bucket?"

Skye pulled away from Lucas, smoothing her light-blue shirt down. "Flustered? I'm not flustered."

Lucas smirked. He reached out and tucked Skye's stray hairs behind her ear and let his hand rest on her flaming cheek. "I can feel the heat from your cheeks."

Skye pressed her lips together. She wasn't sure if Lucas knew that she had been in his house or not, but she decided to play it safe just in case. "They're always like that."

"Hmm," Lucas moved his hand along the back of Skye's neck and down her spine until it rested on the small of her back. Skye repressed a shiver, but the return of Lucas's smirk told her that she hadn't done a very good job. "So jittery. What did you do, Bucket, rob someone?"

Skye's eyes widened at the accuracy of Lucas's sarcastic guess. Lucas frowned, detecting her surprise. Skye quickly looked down at her shoes. "No. I just came back from the medic center."

"Ah. With Wash," said Lucas, hooking his fingers along his belt loops. "How is she?"

Skye glared up at Lucas, but her gaze softened when she saw the genuine curiosity in Lucas's eyes. "Not well. But Dr. Shannon will fix her up."

Lucas nodded absentmindedly, his hand snaking back up Skye's spine to tangle itself in her hair. "So are you headed back home?"

"Yep," chirped Skye, glad that she didn't have to come up with a cover. Lucas raised an eyebrow.

"Bucket," Lucas put a hand under Skye's chin, lifted her face up to meet his eyes. Skye momentarily lost herself in Lucas's captivating eyes, replaying their kiss in the fort over and over in her mind. The corner of Lucas's mouth lifted into a mocking grin. "Your cabin is the other way."

Skye's blush returned, and she jerked away so she could look down again. "Whoops. Must've taken a wrong turn."

"Hmm," said Lucas again, watching Skye carefully. He adjusted the collar of Skye's shirt, fingering the material between his forefinger and thumb. "Blue really is your color."

Skye looked up to meet Lucas's eyes and saw it again; that genuine, sincere kindness that she barely got to see. Skye's mouth tilted into a soft smile in spite of herself, and she felt herself relax in Lucas's arms. Lucas groaned quietly, pulling Skye closer to him. "Why can't you be more like this when I have the time?"

Skye quickly tried to pull away, but Lucas now had an iron grip around her. He looked back in the direction of the fort with an expression of distaste. "Mira should be getting back soon. I have to go."

Lucas turned his gaze back to Skye, his eyes softening again. He leaned in and touched his lips against hers, just barely, but enough to get Skye wound up. She had to force her arms to stay down instead of looping around Lucas's neck as Lucas pulled away. He kissed her forehead lightly before untangling himself from her, starting down the road.

Skye watched him go, her head pounding with confusion. She couldn't quite decipher the look in Lucas's eyes. It was too intense to be desire, yet too pure to be lust. Just before he turned the corner, Lucas looked back at Skye and smiled. It was the smile of a boy in love. Skye's heart, which had always seemed to sink around Lucas, felt as though it was rising her up into the air. She felt as though all her problems had disappeared, leaving her worriless and free. Skye smiled back tentatively, her arms folding across her stomach to hold back the butterflies that threatened to burst out.

So that was it. Lucas was in love with her. Mission accomplished.

But there was one slight problem. Skye was certain that she was in love with him too.

Author Again: And that ending is what I rewrote for. I really wanted Lucas and Skye's relationship to be about more than sex, because they have crazy chemistry and I can see them in love. Doesn't mean they won't be having sex though ;) Thank you to everyone for the amazing reviews! 3 Till next time!