Author's Note: Asdfdgjfdj omg I'm so happy that you guys liked that last chapter! I was honestly so afraid to take the risk of making this story go in a slightly different direction, but judging by the responses you guys liked it! Thank you soo much for the reviews, I love getting input :) Enjoy!

Skye was awakened the next morning by a tentative Sixer, who placed a bowl of mixed fruits beside Skye's bed and left as abruptly as he had arrived. Skye looked up at the crystal clear sky for a few moments, trying to clear her head. She had awoken multiple times during the night to find Lucas poring over new calculations, and she found herself worrying that he was losing sleep.

Skye glanced over at the fruit and her stomach clenched at the mere smell of it. She reached out and pushed it away, trying to keep it out of her line of smell. Ever since Lucas smashed her head into the rover (for the second time, Skye noted), Skye had been experiencing a significant loss of appetite. All she could think about was Taylor lying to her and Lucas hating her. Skye had been watching Lucas's reactions since he found out she betrayed him again, and he didn't seem to be able to even look at Skye without turning away in disgust.

Skye let out a groan, covering her face with her hands. It was hard to believe that just last week she had been dismissing her Lucas nightmare, and Mark was convincing her that Lucas was dead. Skye opened her eyes, her forehead scrunching when she realized how horrified she would be if she heard that Lucas was dead now. There would be no relief whatsoever in her reaction, because Lucas wasn't something that she wanted gone now. He was someone that she wanted – needed – to stay alive.

A quiet shuffling noise made Skye glance over to the right, where Lucas was entering the room. He met her eyes briefly but looked down at her food bowl almost instantly. He frowned when he realized that Skye's food was untouched. "Why didn't you eat?"

Skye averted her eyes to the food and looked away as her stomach clenched again. "Not hungry."

Lucas approached Skye's bed and seated himself on the stool, keeping a safe distance from Skye. He looked Skye in the eyes, his expression dangerous. "I'll force feed you if I have to, Bucket. You need to eat."

"Why?" mumbled Skye, looking down at her blankets. "I thought you didn't care?"

Lucas looked away from Skye's questioning eyes and didn't respond. He reached into the shelf beside Skye's bed and pulled out a small first aid kit, popping it open in his lap. "We need to change your bandage."

Skye raised a hand to the back of her head and felt the bandage protruding from her skull. She frowned. She hadn't noticed it before. "Do you know how?"

Lucas glared at Skye, and she pressed her lips together nervously. "I'm the most qualified person on camp right now. You'll have to settle with me."

Skye raised an eyebrow at the possible innuendo, but Lucas turned his attention back to the kit. He picked out a sprayable skin sealant, a cream bottle, an applicator and a clean white bandage. Lucas looked back up at Skye, hiding a smirk. "You're going to have to get on your stomach."

Rolling her eyes, Skye rotated onto her stomach, gritting her teeth against the pain. She rested her chin on her hands, raising her head slightly for Lucas to replace the bandage. Lucas pulled the bandage off gently, and Skye exhaled in relief when she didn't feel any pain.

"It's a good thing I shaved the area," said Lucas, examining the wound on Skye's head. "Could've healed all wrong."

"What?" Skye shot up, grimacing as pain seared from her wound. "You shaved my head?"

"Just kidding, Bucket," said Lucas, the hint of a laugh in his voice. He smirked as he shook the sealant bottle, positioning it to spray. "This may sting just a bit."

Sting was an understatement. Skye cried out as the skin sealant sent spasms of pain running through her head and down her spine. She bit down on her pillow, tears streaming from her eyes. And suddenly Lucas's hand was on her back, rubbing the length of her spine as the pain faded away. Skye glanced over at Lucas, her eyes questioning, and Lucas quickly pulled his hand away when he realized what he was involuntarily doing.

Lucas secured the bandage on Skye's head in record time, obviously dying to get out of there. He snapped the first aid kit closed and headed for the door without another glance at Skye. Skye sighed heavily, dropping her head to her pillow. Just before he left the room, Lucas turned around and shot Skye a warning glare. "Finish that food, Bucket."

Skye watched Lucas go, her eyes traveling down his body. At least Lucas was looking physically healthy, not having lost any of his muscle. Skye shifted to lay on her side, her mind going back to the dream she had had the day before. Skye rested her face on her hand, wishing that dreams could really come true. She would have given anything for Lucas to just forgive her and fulfill her wildest and dirtiest fantasies. Skye felt herself blush at the thought of getting that far with Lucas. Out of sudden curiosity, Skye peered down her shirt to see what bra she was wearing and let out a groan. Of course she was wearing her plainest, most innocent white bra.

"No sign, Commander," announced the soldier at Taylor's side, shooting him a sympathetic look. Taylor swore under his breath, his hand curling into a fist. They had been out since last night, and they had come up empty.

"He must've taken her to the Sixer camp," growled Taylor, turning to Shannon and Wash. Wash folded her arms across her chest, looking guiltier than ever.

"Can't we find the Sixer camp?" asked Wash hopefully, but she knew the answer just as well as Taylor did.

"The Sixer camp is what it is because it's impossible to find," said Taylor, ramming his fist into his head to make himself think. "There has to be another way."

"What about the chip?" asked Shannon, looking from Wash to Taylor. "Isn't there some way you can trace that?"

"Doesn't it connect back to the main communicator?" Wash looked at Taylor, her eyes wild with excitement. Taylor thought about the possibility for a few moments, weighing everything that could go wrong.

"We can try and pick up a signal," agreed Taylor, gesturing for the soldier to contact Terra Nova again. "Have them bring out the main communicator, and bring a battery pack as well. We don't know how long we're going to need it for."

Wash nodded encouragingly and began to pace. "She'll be okay. We'll get her out."

Taylor looked up at Wash, his eyes crinkling as he watched how agitated she was. "Wash. Don't worry. She'll be fine."

Wash nodded again, and Shannon clapped her shoulder as he left to inform the soldiers of the new plan. Taylor turned to Wash, his eyebrows furrowing together. "What made you think that they were…"

"Together?" finished Wash, shaking her head. "I don't know. It was the way he was watching her, like he'd step in front of a Sonic to save her. I didn't realize that it could be an obsession."

Taylor looked down at his hands, his mind whirring. "Did Skye seem the same way?"

Wash nodded, her expression solemn. "Her face would light up every time she saw him. And you should have seen the way she talked about him."

"I don't think she'll be raving about him after what he's done," Taylor thought aloud, folding his arms across his chest. "Either way, we need to get Skye away from him. It isn't safe for her to be near him."

Wash nodded in agreement. "Commander, what do you plan on doing when we do catch Lucas?"

Taylor looked up at the clear blue sky, its color matching Skye's eyes perfectly. "I'll destroy him with my bare hands."

It was almost evening when Lucas returned, this time with a fresh bowl of fruit. Skye bit her lower lip as he eyed the still-full bowl of fruit sitting on her bedside table. Lucas turned his gaze to Skye, looking irritated.

"Bucket," started Lucas, approaching Skye's bed with an eyebrow raised. "What did I tell you about finishing that?"

"Not. Hungry," enunciated Skye, her stomach churning at the sight of the fresh fruit. Lucas growled under his breath, lowering himself onto the stool beside her bed. It killed him to see her so malnourished, but he couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Alright, Bucket, I'll give you two options," warned Lucas, setting the new fruit on the edge of Skye's bed. "One, you eat every last bit of this fruit by yourself like the big girl you are. Or two, I mash this up and force feed it to you through a straw that I'll shove down your throat."

Skye shot Lucas a scornful look, but he raised his eyebrows in response, daring her to disobey him. After a short staring contest, Skye sighed with defeat and reached out for the bowl of fruit.

After a few spoonfuls of the fruit, Skye pulled a face and dropped the spoon back into the bowl with a clatter. Lucas frowned. "Bucket. You have to finish it."

"Lucas," groaned Skye, pressing her face into her pillow. "I really don't feel like eating."

Lucas reached out and coaxed Skye's head to the right, making her look at him. He furrowed his brows together, looking worried. "Have you been getting headaches?"

Skye glared back at the stupidity of his question, and Lucas shook his head softly. Of course she was getting headaches; he smashed her head into a rover. "I mean unnatural, headaches that really hurt."

Skye thought for a moment, recalling the pulsing pain that she had been going through. "Yep."

Lucas reached out and touched his fingertips to Skye's temples, sending Skye's heart racing. But as Lucas applied slight pressure, Skye's head began pounding again and she curled up on her side, her arms wrapped around her head. Lucas swore loudly, making Skye look up again despite the pain.

"You had a concussion," explained Lucas, his mouth twisting in disgust, but rather at himself than at Skye. He knew what a concussion lead to. "You're going to be getting some pretty bad migraines."

Skye sighed heavily, closing her eyes. Migraines. After dealing with the past 24 hours, migraines didn't seem too bad. But by the guilty way Lucas was watching her, Skye began to get the gist of how bad it could get.

"Buck – Skye, I…" Lucas sighed, running a hand over his stubbly face. "I'm sorry."

"Why? It's not that bad," said Skye with a grimace, waiting for an answer. Lucas winced at Skye's dismissal of the matter, his heart wrenching as he imagined the amount of pain she was going to be going through.

"Not yet, but those are going to get pretty bad," warned Lucas, stirring at the bowl of fruit absentmindedly. "We're going to need the strong stuff to numb the pain."

Skye frowned. "You don't mean…"

Lucas looked up at Skye, anger flashing through his eyes for a moment. "No, we won't be disrupting your precious Terra Nova. I have enough painkillers here."

Skye nodded, biting at her lower lip. She was actually worrying about Lucas getting caught while going back to Terra Nova, not the other way around. But Skye decided to hold her tongue, knowing that Lucas wouldn't believe a word she said.

Lucas picked up the bowl of fruit, holding it out to Skye. "Migraines or not, you need to eat."

Skye scrunched her nose at the fruit, pulling back slightly. With a roll of his eyes, Lucas shifted to sit on the edge of Skye's bed and picked up a spoonful of fruit, holding it out towards Skye's mouth. When Skye pressed her lips together, Lucas put the bowl down and brought his free hand up to Skye's chin, gently coaxing her mouth open. "Bucket. Please. I'll give you some more painkillers after, just eat."

With a defeated groan, Skye opened her mouth and let Lucas feed her the rest of the fruit, holding back the nauseous feeling in her stomach. Lucas rounded up the last spoonful of fruit, fed it to Skye and set the bowl back on the table. "See? Was that so hard?"

Skye scowled, and Lucas smirked back. He reached for the shelf and pulled out a painkiller shot, pulling Skye's sleeve up her arm with his other hand. Skye looked away as Lucas expertly injected the painkiller into her arm, securing a band aid around it when he finished. Skye turned back to Lucas as he threw away the needle, her eyes reflecting her sadness.

Lucas looked into Skye's eyes, and Skye could've sworn that she saw his façade give away for the tiniest bit of time. Lucas quickly looked at Skye's forehead, the expression vanishing. "Karma never really does seem to do you well, Bucket."

Skye's eyes travelled from Lucas's moist, warm lips to his beautiful eyes, captivated all the way. Suddenly, Skye felt a need to tell Lucas how she really felt. And before she could stop herself, the words came tumbling out. "Lucas… I wasn't pretending. When I told you I loved – love – you. I was only supposed to get you to take me outside the gates. Me really falling in love with you wasn't a part of the plan, and I doubt Taylor would be very happy if he found out. And quite frankly, I don't care at this point."

Skye noticed that Lucas's eyes were on her lips as she spoke, as though he couldn't believe that the words were coming out of her mouth. Skye reached out from under the blankets and placed her hand over Lucas's, holding it as tightly as she could with the energy she had remaining. "I'm so sorry. For lying to you… for everything."

It took Lucas a while to respond, and when he did, all he did was nod. He ran his thumb over the skin on the back of Skye's hand like he had when Skye was locked up in the Brig, but didn't say a word. After a moment, Lucas let go of Skye's hand and got up to leave. Before he exited the room, Lucas looked back at Skye from the doorway, his eyes softening the slightest bit. "Get some sleep. It'll help with the migraines."

And then he was gone. The tears began to stream down Skye's cheeks, sliding onto her pillow. She felt like she had stretched out way too thin; trying to be loyal to Taylor, faithful to Lucas, a good daughter to Deborah and a good friend to Josh. Skye brought a hand up to her chest as her heart wrenched, as though it was actually breaking inside of her. As she let out a sob into her pillow, Skye realized that she didn't know how much more she could take. She was reaching her last straw, and pretty soon she was going to crack.

Alright, that was the last sad chapter, I promise! I've already started to write the next chapter, and it's already making me smile at the thought of it. So, till next time! ;)