Author's Note: Meh. I didn't really like this chapter very much, but I hope you enjoy :) And thank you so much for the reviews on the last chapter! You guys are awesome 3

By the time they returned to the camp, Lucas's hand had molded itself to Skye's in a possessive way that sent Skye's heart racing. His other hand occasionally brushed her shoulder or waist as he led her back to the cozy, well-lit room. Skye's free hand reached out to caress the doorframe as they entered the room, feeling the smoothness of the wood under her freshly washed fingertips.

Skye felt Lucas pull her to a stop, turning her around to face him. She let her eyes close beneath the blindfold as she felt his breath on the top of her head. Lucas reached around her head to undo the blindfold with deft fingers, letting it fall to the ground. Skye opened her eyes to find Lucas less than an inch away from her face, his mesmerizing jade green eyes looking deep into hers. Lucas raised a hand to stroke the side of Skye's face, brushing the loose hairs off her flushed cheeks with his thumb. But something changed in Lucas's eyes as Skye reached up to wrap her fingers around his wrist. He looked away, his eyebrows furrowed together, and Skye knew by his sudden actions that he still felt betrayed by her.

"Lucas," Skye took Lucas's face in her hands, forcing him to look at her again. His eyes locked with hers, loving but not trusting. Skye exhaled heavily, pressing her lips together. "I'm sor – "

Suddenly, Lucas pulled away from Skye, leaving about a three-foot gap between them. Skye frowned questioningly, and a Sixer poked his head into the room in response. Skye looked back up at Lucas, wondering how he managed to hear the Sixer coming. Was his hearing really that good?

"Sir, we have something you may want to take a look at," said the Sixer, looking pointedly at Lucas. Lucas nodded, raising a hand absentmindedly to feel the scars on the right side of his head. Skye found herself remembering him saying that it was from a Nykoraptor that almost managed to kill him. She shuddered, imagining how painful it must have been. In comparison, the scar on the back of her head looked like nothing.

Lucas took one fleeting look back at Skye, raising his eyebrows to let her know that she was to stay in the room. Skye folded her arms across her chest, watching warily as he left the room with the Sixer. She peeked around the doorframe to make sure that Lucas and the Sixer had gone before heading straight for the calculations. She couldn't stop thinking about the fact that Lucas might be planning to kill innocent civilians in Terra Nova, even when she was melting in his arms.

Skye tapped the invisible screen, scrutinizing the password prompt. She felt a mischievous grin spread over her face as her hands positioned to enter the only code she knew Lucas used. "Bucket."

She watched in anticipation as the screen loaded, considering the password. The screen blinked, and a red message appeared on the screen, making Skye jump.

NICE TRY, BUCKET.

Skye leapt off the stool, backing up into the wall without taking her eyes off the screen. How had Lucas known that she would try that password? Did he know that she had broken into his house to steal Intel from his Plex? Skye pressed her lips together nervously, turning away from the screen. Her eyes fell on a door to the right of where she was standing. She hadn't even noticed it before, seeing as it was made of the same wood as the walls.

Skye pushed the door open without hesitation to reveal a small walk-in closet that was filled with more boxes than clothes. She ran her fingers along a row of Lucas's dark toned shirts as she entered, noticing that they were all made of the same hemp material. Skye's eyes caught on a neatly folded square of black on one of the boxes, and she picked it up to examine it. With a start, she realized that it was the pair of pants that she brought her mother when she was being held hostage in the camp. Skye unfolded the pants, holding them up to her waist to see if they would fit. Sliding her legs into the pants, Skye continued to look around the closet.

Suddenly, Skye realized that she had all the time in the world to look through Lucas Taylor's closet but she wouldn't have another chance to overhear his conversations. Hiking up her pants, Skye stepped out of the closet and peered around the doorframe of the room, making sure that no one was there. When she was sure that there were no Sixers paroling the wooden balcony, Skye leaned over the edge to examine the Sixer camp.

To her utter surprise, the camp was filled with families. Children ran around on the large wooden deck beneath the balcony, playing and laughing. Skye shook her head in disbelief. For some reason, she had convinced herself that the Sixer camp was for work and only housed an army. She had never thought that the Sixers might have wives, children and families. Skye's eyes followed a particularly perky little girl with long brown hair as she skipped across the deck, headed for a particularly muscly man in a black v-neck shirt. Skye did a double-take when she realized that the man was Lucas, and she leaned farther across the balcony to get a better look.

The little girl pulled at Lucas's arm, craning her neck to look up at him. Lucas turned away from the Sixer he was conversing with to see who it was, and crouched down on his knees when he saw the girl. Skye watched in shock as Lucas talked to the girl as though she was his own child, intrigued by what she was saying. Skye gaped as she watched the two, convinced that it may have been the cutest thing she had ever seen. Lucas raised a hand to give the girl a high five, and Skye's eyebrows shot far up into her hairline as he raised his hand higher when she tried to hit it, teasing her. The Sixer standing behind the girl folded his arms across his chest impatiently, and Lucas shot him a dangerous glare.

The little girl pulled away and flounced off towards a group of children. Skye watched Lucas intently as he got up, turning back to the Sixer. Then, just as sudden as he had gotten up, Lucas turned around and glanced up at the balcony. Skye gasped and quickly retreated back into the room, holding a hand over her chest. She peered back over the balcony from inside the room to see that Lucas was making his way to the balcony, and she hurried back into the room.

Lucas had never struck Skye as being good with children, perhaps because of the way he treated adults. If anything, the way he played with the little girl only made him more attractive to Skye. She sauntered over to the bed and sat down just as Lucas entered the room holding a bright green fruit.

"Hungry?" asked Lucas as he approached the bed, tossing the fruit at Skye. She reached out and caught the fruit before it landed on the bed, letting in fall into her lap. Lucas's eyes narrowed at the sight of Skye's pants, but his expression straightened as he spoke again. "Nice pants."

"Thanks, found em in your closet," said Skye, a smile twitching at her lips. She then narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing Lucas's expression. "So… who's the little girl?"

Lucas's mouth spread into his trademark smirk as Skye's slight blush confirmed that she had been spying on him. He sat down beside Skye on the bed before replying in a seductively raspy voice. "Now, Bucket, is that jealousy I detect? Of a six year old girl?"

"Me? Jealous? I don't think so," scoffed Skye, rolling her eyes. Lucas's smirk widened as the blush in Skye's cheeks deepened. "So, the girl, she's six?"

Lucas nodded, running his hand along the hem of the blanket as he spoke. "Her mother was a part of the troops that were captured in Terra Nova. Our father has her locked up in the Brig, away from her daughter."

Skye bit back a retort, knowing that defending Taylor would only anger Lucas. Lucas looked back up at Skye, his eyes surveying her expression. "So, what were you doing? Besides snooping in my closet?"

Skye involuntarily looked past Lucas to eye the calculations, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized that the message was still displayed on the calculations. Lucas, sensing that something was wrong, turned to see what Skye was looking at. Skye, panicking, grabbed Lucas's face in her hands and brought it to hers, ready to press her lips to his as a distraction.

"Hmm, I don't think so," crooned Lucas, pulling away with lightening speed. He put a finger on Skye's lips, keeping her away, and turned around to look at what Skye had been staring at. Skye winced internally as Lucas read the message, and he turned back to Skye with a mischievous expression on his face. "Good guess, but you're going to have to try a little harder than that."

Lucas removed his finger and pressed his lips ever-so-lightly to hers, pulling away a few second later. Skye frowned, slightly put out that it ended so quickly. Lucas slid his hand into Skye's, moving closer to her. Skye, satisfied, decided to make more conversation. "So. What did your Sixer want?"

Lucas looked back at Skye with raised eyebrows, as though he was mocking her for believing that he would tell her. Skye blinked innocently in return, waiting for an answer. Lucas shrugged, throwing Skye a wink. "Just giving me an update."

"And?" prodded Skye, placing her other hand over Lucas's. "What was the update?"

Lucas pulled Skye into his lap, sending her heart racing like it had in the meadow. Skye rested her head on his shoulder, listening to the vibrations of his chest as he responded. "Our father found a, ah, note that I left him."

Skye narrowed her eyes as she looked up at Lucas. "Note? What note?"

A smirk twitched at Lucas's lips, and he looked down at the bedspread again. Skye put a hand on his shoulder, getting up. "Lucas. What note?"

"Well, if you really want to know…" Lucas looked up at Skye, a seductively evil look in them. Skye nodded, prodding him to continue. Lucas reached out and stroked the side of Skye's face, his mesmerizing eyes melting hers like butter. "Dear father. I warned you once. Consider this your second chance. Don't come looking for her again, or she'll suffer the consequences."

"Lucas! You didn't!" said Skye, her eyes wide. Lucas shrugged, a half-smirk on his face. Skye's mouth fell open in shock, and she reached out and slugged Lucas on the arm, wincing slightly as her hand hit the muscle. "What d'you mean, you warned him once?"

"Gave him a call on your little chip," said Lucas, his tone more teasing than resentful. He wrapped an arm around Skye's waist, running his fingers along her stomach absentmindedly. "Told him to stay away, or else."

"Hm," said Skye, shifting to sit on her knees. She looked up at Lucas through her eyelashes, raising an eyebrow. "And what was that about consequences? I'd like to know what these oh-so-scary consequences are."

Lucas laughed softly, leaning down to brush his lips against Skye's collarbone, making her breath catch in her throat. "Trust me, Bucket, you don't want to know."

Skye kissed Lucas's jaw line, making her way to his lips before capturing his lips in hers, coaxing his mouth open. Lucas, after a few moments of being stubborn, finally let his emotions take over and he wrapped his arms around Skye's waist, pulling her onto him. Skye pulled away for air and exhaled softly, her sweet breath ticking Lucas's lips maddeningly. "Nope. I'm pretty sure I really want to know."

Lucas flipped Skye onto her back and leaned over her, letting out a growl of desire. Skye wrapped her hands around Lucas's neck and brought his lips to hers again, wrapping her legs around his waist as his tongue played with hers. Suddenly, Skye felt Lucas stiffen under her touch, and he rolled over onto his back to lay beside her in silence.

Skye got up and leaned against the wall, wrapping her hands around her knees. She could feel a lump in her throat, and she swallowed it away before speaking. "I said I was sorry. I didn't know what I was doing… I thought it was the right thing to do. You… you can't hate me forever."

"Hate you?" Lucas got up and took Skye's face into his hands, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Skye, I could never hate you. I just… we aren't good for each other. When I'm with you, all I can think about is keeping you safe and I completely forget that I've been vowing to avenge my father my whole life. And you, you deserve so much more than me. Hell, I'd rather you be with young Shannon if he was better for you."

Skye gaped slightly at Lucas's confession, trying to process everything he had just said. So he wasn't still angry at her… he just found her distracting. And would rather her be with Josh. Skye felt her mouth tilt into a smirk. "Really? You'd honestly rather me be with Josh?"

"Well…" Lucas's mouth curved into a smirk to match Skye's as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. "No, I'd probably be dying from jealousy."

Skye laughed, leaning her face into Lucas's hand. "Well, you have nothing to worry about."

Lucas's eyes smoldered into Skye's as he leaned in, ready to kiss her like there was no tomorrow. Suddenly, he jumped up off the bed, looking interesting in a spot on the wall. Skye opened her mouth to protest, but she closed it again when the little girl from the deck burst into the room.

"Lucas! The egg hatch – " The girl's eyes caught Skye's, and she cocked her head to a side in confusion. "Who's that?"

Lucas looked back at Skye, throwing her a quick wink. "This is Skye. She's, ah, visiting."

Skye got up off the bed and approached the little girl, crouching slightly to reach her height. "Hi, there. What's your name?"

"Savannah," mumbled the girl, clasping her hands and blushing shyly. Savannah suddenly reached out and ran her fingers through Skye's curls, her eyes wide. "I like your hair."

Skye blinked, surprised yet flattered by the compliment. Before she could open her mouth, Savannah tugged at her hair with a grimace on her face. "I wish I had curly hair. My hair doesn't do anything."

"Well," said Skye, taking a quick look back at Lucas's amused expression before turning back to the girl. "You can always braid it."

"Do you know how to braid?" asked the girl, her eyes lighting up. Skye nodded, a smile spreading across her face at the girl's excitement. "Can you braid my hair one day?"

"Of course," said Skye, sparking another grin from Savannah. The girl looked from Lucas to Skye, thinking hard about something.

"Do you want to come see my dinosaur?" asked Savannah, looking at Skye. Skye looked back at Lucas, who opened his mouth with the obvious intention of refusing.

"Sure!" said Skye quickly, throwing a coy wink in Lucas's direction. Lucas raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his chest. Savannah jumped up and down, her smile wider than ever.

"Let's go!" said Savannah, grabbing Skye's hand. She pulled Skye out of the room, leaving Lucas with no choice but to follow with an exasperated sigh.

Wash and Shannon sat in silence in the rover, afraid of saying a word. After shooting the letter, Taylor had demanded that the troops return to Terra Nova. He had spoken to Wash and Shannon once, to let them know that he planned to beat the location of the Sixer camp out of Mira. Wash looked over at Shannon, biting nervously at the inside of her mouth. Shannon blinked slowly to let Wash know that Taylor was going to be okay.

The gates to Terra Nova rose to let the rovers back into the colony, and Taylor pulled the rover to a stop in the middle of the entrance. He hopped out and was approached by Mark, who stayed behind with a few other troops. "Sir."

"I need to see Mira," grumbled Taylor, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He brushed past Reynolds and headed in the direction of the Brig. Wash and Shannon stepped out of the rover, and Shannon walked over to clap a hand on Mark's shoulder.

"Reynolds," greeted Shannon, nodded at the boy. Mark nodded in return, looking at Taylor's retreating form.

"What happened out there?" asked Mark, raising his eyebrows with concern. Shannon shook his head as Wash followed Taylor, exhaling heavily.

"A lot."

Taylor pushed the door to the Brig open, his eyes searching among the many Sixers for the glint of Mira's eyes. Wash finally caught up with him, joining him to search for Mira. Wash looked up at Taylor, her eyebrows furrowing together. "She isn't here. Are you sure that they locked her up here?"

Taylor looked questioningly at the guard, whose eyes were wide with fear. "S-she was there. I gave her food this morning."

Wash turned to Taylor, her mouth dropping open when she realized that Mira must have escaped. Taylor let out a growl, throwing a punch at the nearest pillar. "Search the colony. She can't have gotten far, and she definitely couldn't have gotten out of Terra Nova."

Savannah was actually inspired by this adorable little girl I saw on a Smuckers jam commercial :P Once again, I apologize for the crappy chapter, but I've been planning and I think you guys will like the next few! And I don't mean to spoil anything but this story is going to get a rating jump pretty soon, if you know what I mean ;) I thought I should let you guys know :) Till next time!