Author's Note: So here it is! The chapter we've all been waiting for! Enjoy ;)

Skye leaned her head against the metal shutters of the rover, letting the wind run through her loose hair. Her feet were crossed on the seat, something Lucas didn't let anyone else do but Skye knew that she was the exception. Skye snuck a peek over at Lucas, who was behind the wheel of the rover. She smiled when she saw that Lucas was already watching her while he drove, and she shoved him lightly.

"Keep your eyes on the forest, you're going to run us into a tree," said Skye, only half-joking. Lucas turned all the way around to face Skye, raising an eyebrow challengingly. Skye shoved Lucas again, a little harder. "Lucas!"

With a laugh, Lucas turned back to the road but reached out to take Skye's hand in his. Skye felt herself go a little red and scolded herself mentally. She had to start getting used to touching Lucas without her heart beating like helicopter blades, especially now that she knew that being with Lucas was a possibility. Skye looked up at Lucas, biting her lip as she imagined his reaction when he returned to find that Wash was gone. Lucas looked over at Skye at that moment and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer until she was snuggled against his side.

"What's wrong?" asked Lucas, kissing the top of Skye's head. Skye's voice caught in her throat with overwhelming emotion, and she ducked her face into Lucas's chest. It was bad enough feeling guilty for liking Lucas when Taylor trusted her, but for some reason betraying Lucas when he opened himself up to her felt even worse. Lucas's grip around Skye tightened, forming a protective barrier around her. "Bucket. You okay?"

"Yeah," mumbled Skye, reaching out to fiddle with one of the buttons on Lucas's shirt. Some part of Skye wished that Lucas hated her, because it would make spying for Taylor so much easier for her. But Skye knew that he would never be able to hate her just as well as she knew that she would never be able to hate him. Even though he held her mother hostage, hit Josh, stabbed Taylor and smashed her head against the rover, Skye knew that Lucas loved her. That was something that would never change.

"We're here," said Lucas, pulling the rover to a stop. Skye lifted her head to look out the rover, seeing that they had arrived at the meadow. She turned her gaze lazily to Lucas, who was watching her so intensely that his eyes seemed to be glowing.

Without a moment of hesitation, Skye brought his lips to hers, her fingertips tracing his jaw line. Lucas wrapped his arms around Skye's waist and hoisted her up onto his lap until she was facing him. Skye leaned in even more, kissing him hard, their tongues tasting each other madly. Lucas broke away softly, moving his lips to Skye's jaw, working his way down her neck. Skye gasped for air as her heart sped away, leaning back against the wheel to steady herself.

BEEP

Skye jumped, curling up against Lucas once again. She looked back at the wheel, confused, to find that she accidentally sat on the horn. Skye looked back at Lucas to find that for the first time, Lucas was doubled over with laughter. She watched him in wonder as he brought his head up for air, his eyes creased with smile lines. Lucas pulled Skye into an embrace, burying his face into her neck as he kept laughing. Skye slapped Lucas playfully, laughing herself at that point. Lucas pushed the rover door open with his free hand. "Let's get out before you sit on that horn again."

Before Skye could hop down from the rover, Lucas tightened his grip around her body and carried her out, setting her down gently. Skye unwillingly removed her hands from around Lucas's neck to let him close the rover door and sauntered around the rover to get a good look at the vastness of the meadow.

Skye turned back to Lucas to find him leaning against the hood of the rover, hands in his pockets, watching her intently. Skye walked back to the rover and stood beside him, her face twisting into a grimace. "I liked it better in the rover."

Lucas turned to Skye, raising an eyebrow seductively. "And why is that, Bucket?"

Skye leaned closer to Lucas, so close that he could feel her lips moving on his. "Less distance."

Lucas closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to hers, his hands cupping her face. Skye snaked her hands around Lucas's neck and pulled him so close that the length of his body was touching every part of hers. Skye shivered slightly as that electric feeling returned, settling between her legs once again. Lucas broke the kiss but left his forehead against Skye's, his eyes looking deep into hers.

Lucas suddenly lifted Skye by the waist and slid down the rover, landing on the soft grass in the meadow with Skye's legs in his lap. Skye leaned her head onto Lucas's shoulder as he put an arm around her, feeling completely safe. Lucas stroked Skye's hair as he planted a kiss on the top of her head. Skye looked up at Lucas, her eyebrows raised. "Guess what?"

"Hmm, what?" crooned Lucas, bringing a hand up to stroke Skye's cheek. Skye bit her lower lip, slightly embarrassed at what she was about to say. She leaned in until her lips were brushing Lucas's ear.

"I think I'm in love with you," whispered Skye, burying her face into Lucas's shoulder as soon as she said it. Lucas froze for a moment, processing the information. Skye looked back up after a few minutes, concerned. Lucas was watching her, a mix of emotions swirling in his eyes.

"I know I'm in love with you," breathed Lucas, bringing his lips to hers again. Skye kissed him back enthusiastically, bringing him as close as their position would allow. Then, deciding that it wasn't close enough, Skye swung a leg around Lucas until she was straddling his hips. She flipped her hair over one shoulder and resumed kissing Lucas passionately.

Skye and Lucas broke away and looked at each other at the same time, burning desire in their eyes. Skye pressed her lips against Lucas's again, running her hands down his torso earnestly. Lucas took a sharp breath as Skye's hands came to rest on the buckle of his belt, and Skye nipped playfully at Lucas's lower lip as she began to undo his belt.

"Wait!" Lucas suddenly grabbed Skye's hands, pinning them to her stomach. Skye raised her eyebrows questioningly, and Lucas lifted Skye off his lap in response. "I want to do something first."

Skye groaned, reaching out to pull Lucas closer again but he dodged her advance. Lucas reached out and took Skye's hand in his, wetting his lips nervously. "Do you remember our little arrangement, back when I had the Shannon boy locked up?"

Skye frowned, wondering why Lucas was bringing that up now. Hadn't they gotten past those agreements now that they were together? Regardless, Skye nodded. Lucas's one condition had been that when he asked her a specific question, she was to answer with a yes. But Skye had no idea what that question was, or what it could possibly be.

"I think the time for that question's arrived," said Lucas with a coy wink, adjusting his position until he was sitting on one knee. Skye's eyes widened. No. Anything but that.

Lucas pulled a small, worn-out box from his deep pockets, popping open the lid to reveal a gorgeous green diamond ring the precise color of his eyes. "This was my mother's ring. She gave it to me before she was killed in Somalia, and she told me to give it to the girl who I cared about just as much as I cared about her."

Skye could feel tears filling up in her eyes; both tears of happiness and tears of guilt. Lucas reached out and took Skye's hand in his again, this time with a definite, unyielding grip. He was so close to Skye, close enough that Skye could see every spot of color in his deep green eyes. "I know that it won't happen any time soon, but all I'm looking for is a commitment. Skye Alexandria Tate, will you marry me?"

Skye could feel herself gulping for air as she processed what was going on. Of course she wanted to marry Lucas, but with everything that was going on? Skye brushed her hair out of her face, looking to the patch of grass to the left of Lucas for an answer.

"Are you FUCKING kidding me?"

Skye jumped at Lucas's sudden outburst, scrambling back against the rover. Was he actually getting pissed off because she was hesitating? But before the thought could fully form, Lucas lunged forward and plucked the chip right out of Skye's ear, holding it in front of her face with a shaking hand. "What is this, Bucket?"

Skye's heart stopped, her mind scrambling for an excuse. She looked into Lucas's eyes again to find that every last trace of passion had disappeared, leaving behind an angry sea of green. "That's a, um, hearing aid."

Lucas grabbed the front of Skye's shirt so roughly that she let out a terrified whimper. "Don't lie, Bucket. I know what this is, I designed it myself. Let me guess. Taylor?"

The tears began to stream down Skye's cheeks as she saw the truth register in Lucas's eyes. "Lucas… I'm so sor – "

"DON'T!" Lucas pushed Skye away, slamming her into the rover. "DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME THAT YOU'RE SORRY."

"Lucas," Skye scrambled to her knees and tried to take Lucas's face in her hands, but he swiped at her so ferociously that she didn't try again. "Lucas, please listen to me – "

"What's he doing right now?" Lucas's voice was dangerously low, like a tiger waiting to pounce. Skye bit her lip, wondering if she should stay quiet. Lucas shook her by the shoulders violently, rage flashing through his eyes. "I KNOW THAT YOU TWO PLANNED SOMETHING. WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING RIGHT NOW?"

"He's getting Wash out of Terra Nova!" squeaked Skye, cringing under Lucas's iron-hard grip. Lucas threw the tiny ring box at the ground so hard that it bounced back up, falling a few feet away. Without another word, Lucas grabbed Skye by the arm and hauled her towards the rover.

Skye pulled away from Lucas and reached for the ring, but Lucas grabbed her by the nape of her neck and pulled her backwards, ignoring her shriek of pain. Lucas grabbed the ring, stuffed it in his pocket and shoved Skye into the rover roughly.

Skye scrambled to the other side of the rover as Lucas swung inside, pulling the radio out from the dashboard of the rover. Skye grabbed Lucas's wrist to stop him. "Lucas, wait – "

"NOT the time, Bucket," hissed Lucas through his teeth, pushing Skye away. "Don't make me do something I'll regret."

"Lucas, just pull the rover aside for a few minutes," pleaded Skye, clasping her hands together. "I can explain, please just listen to me."

"Shut UP!" roared Lucas, shooting Skye dagger eyes. Skye lunged out to try and pull the wheel, but Lucas stomped down on the brakes to stop the rover. He grabbed Skye by her hair, looking deep into her eyes. "This is the third time you've betrayed me. And I won't forgive you. Not this time."

With a jolt of rage, Lucas smashed Skye's head relentlessly into the metal shutters of the rover. Skye's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she blacked out before she could hear Lucas starting the rover again.

I know. I know. I wanted them to do it too, before it's too late. But I don't think it's too late… and Lucas is known for being forgiving, right? Till next time! :)