Hey everyone! So I was thinking, there might be people who have just started reading my story, so I'll do a quick fill-in before this chapter. So far, this is what has happened:

Six months after Hope Plaza was destroyed, the Sixers took over Terra Nova, leaving Taylor no choice but to flee the colony with Shannon and Josh. Surprise surprise, Lucas had kept Wash alive and was trying to use her for information. Lucas likes Skye and is trying to get her to like him, but it doesn't really work until he starts showing her that he can care. Meanwhile, Skye is communicating with Taylor OTG to help him get Terra Nova back. Taylor gets Skye to take Lucas out to the Meadow to distract him while he takes Terra Nova back, but he lies to Skye and tells her that he's going to get Wash out of Terra Nova because he doesn't want to freak Skye out. Lucas finds the chip that Skye has been using to communicate with Taylor while they're out in the Meadow and he kidnaps her. He tells Taylor to stay away from him and the Sixers who got out of Terra Nova, or else he'll kill Skye. Eventually, Skye earns Lucas's trust back and they're all happy again. But Mira comes back and kidnaps Skye, angered that Lucas didn't do anything to get her out of Terra Nova. Lucas gets her back, but Mira is angry that she didn't get her way so she sells him out to his father in return for the rest of the Sixers. Taylor finds Lucas and Skye and Skye jumps in front of a bullet (shot by Wash) that was meant for Lucas and she passes out just as Taylor shoots Lucas.

Phew! I probably missed a few points, but that's pretty much the basics. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

"Skye? Can you hear me, honey?"

Skye's eyelids twitched, fighting to open. She finally managed to fight the drowsy feeling flooding through her head and her eyes flashed open. Though she didn't see much besides Dr. Shannon's worried expression, Skye knew that she was in the medic center back in Terra Nova.

A relieved sigh made Skye look over to her right, where Deborah was sitting on the stool with Skye's hand in hers. Tears filled Skye's eyes as she looked at her mother's anxious face, realizing how much she had missed her. The tears that had already been streaming down Deborah's cheeks began to pour as she sobbed silently, and Dr. Shannon reached out to pat her shoulder, murmuring comfort into her ear. "It's okay. She's okay."

Skye's heart skipped a beat when she realized that Lucas wasn't beside her. She craned her neck to see past Dr. Shannon, and her breath caught in her throat when she didn't see him lying on any beds nearby. Dr. Shannon gently pushed her back onto the bed, and Skye opened her mouth to try to speak. "W..."

Skye's eyes widened when she realized that she couldn't speak. Her throat was parched, and she raised a hand to clasp at it. Deborah reached over and handed her a glass of water, which Skye downed in less than a second. Before Skye could attempt to speak, the doors to the medic center flew open and Taylor walked in. An array of emotions flooded Skye's face, everything from relief to anger. She was happy to see him again, but his lie still stung her as much as it had when she first found out.

"Is she awake?" asked Taylor as he approached the bed. He stopped when he realized that Skye's eyes were open and seemed to freeze up. Dr. Shannon coughed uncomfortably, sensing that Taylor would want to speak to Skye alone.

"Uh, Deborah, why don't I show you what medication Skye will need to take when she's discharged?" Dr. Shannon grabbed Deborah's arm and led her into the back room, the soundproof door closing behind them. Taylor cleared his throat, sitting down in the stool beside Skye.

"How're you feeling, kiddo?"

Skye could feel her expression hardening at Taylor's words, and she had to fight the urge to start screaming at him. Instead, she turned away so that she was looking at the ceiling. "Fine."

"Look," Taylor sighed, clasping his hands together. "I'm sorry that I lied to you the other day. But it was the only way that you wouldn't feel as though you had a burden on you – "

"And somehow lying would lessen that burden?" Skye cut across Taylor, her eyes flashing to his in an instant. Ignoring the hurt in Taylor's eyes, Skye continued as bitterly as she had started. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? And then I wake up and Lucas is ready to rip my head off because he thinks I planned it, and I have to find out in the worst way possible that you blatantly lied to me!"

Skye inhaled and exhaled rapidly, trying to compensate for her outburst. Taylor now had the expression of a hurt puppy, and it was making Skye feel like an asshole for doing the whipping. Shaking her head slightly, Skye reminded herself that she was looking at the man who nearly broke her up with Lucas and could still be trying to.

"Skye, I'm sorry," said Taylor, his voice sincere. "I did it to try and protect you, but it was wrong nonetheless."

Skye pressed her lips together, her eyebrows still creased. She wanted to forgive Taylor, but it just wasn't that easy. Suddenly, Skye realized that Taylor had information she needed. "So… where's Lucas?"

Taylor's eyes narrowed and he watched Skye for a few moments before responding. "Skye, you don't need to worry about him anymore."

"Where is he?" repeated Skye, her eyes widening slightly. Her heart began to pound at the idea that something might have happened to Lucas, and her heart monitor began to go haywire. Dr. Shannon burst into the room, followed by Deborah, and began to fuss over the monitor. Skye's eyes didn't leave Taylor's as she repeated herself for the third time. "Commander, where's Lucas?"

Dr. Shannon and Deborah stopped, looking up in shock. Deborah placed a hand on Taylor's shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Taylor reached over and patted Deborah's hand comfortingly, turning back to Skye. "It's okay, Skye. You don't have to be afraid."

"I'm not afraid!" spat Skye, her heartbeat gaining speed. "I want to know where he is!"

Skye tried to push herself into a seated position but a stab of pain in her side made her stop and roll over onto the bed again. She looked up at Taylor, ready to demand answers again, but Taylor's eyes were wide and trained on Skye's neck. She followed his gaze to the ribbon around her neck, which held the beautiful green ring Lucas had given her. Skye felt her blood go cold as she looked back up at Taylor, trying to come up with an excuse. "I… it was…"

"So Wash was right," muttered Taylor, running a hand over his face. He looked back at Skye, and all Skye could see was pity. "Skye, you have to understand that you can't – "

"Where is he?" Skye interrupted, going back to her original point. Taylor's eyebrows furrowed together and he folded his arms across his chest.

"Now, Skye – "

"WHERE IS HE?" shouted Skye, her heart monitor going crazy. Dr. Shannon tried to get her to calm down, but Skye dodged her hands madly.

"He's dead!" Taylor's voice boomed through the medic center. Skye's mouth fell open as she tried to take in what she had just heard. Dr. Shannon and Deborah had stopped in their tracks, wheeling around to look at Taylor with wide eyes.

"NO!"

The shriek slipped out of Skye's mouth before she could stop herself. Tears spilled over her cheeks as she curled over onto her side, the heart monitor now beeping dangerously. Dr. Shannon literally shoved Taylor towards the door, and he numbly let her push him out of the center. Skye clutched at her head, trying to tell herself that it was just a nightmare. Lucas couldn't be dead. She was going to wake up at any moment to see his beautiful jade-green eyes, and he was going to tell her that it was okay.

Taylor stood outside the center, watching Skye break down through the window. He couldn't believe that Wash had been right all along. When she told him that Skye took a bullet for Lucas, Taylor thought Wash had been hallucinating from the adrenaline. Now, after seeing how Skye was reacting, Taylor realized that she had in fact jumped in front of Lucas and taken the bullet. The worst thing, however, was seeing Ayani's wedding ring around Skye's neck. They couldn't be engaged. It was just wrong on so many levels.

Taylor turned around and walked away from the medic center, still feeling numb. He nodded silently at a few soldiers as he passed the Brig, knowing that maximum security wasn't needed for an unoccupied space. Taylor couldn't help but look back at the medic center as he approached the fort, wanting to go back and tell Skye that it was going to be okay. But he knew that he couldn't lie to her; not again.

Taylor ascended the stairs to the fort, his heart feeling heavy. Shannon was with his family, seeing as he had been MIA for the past few days, and Wash had decided to take the evening off after everything that had happened. That left Taylor alone in the fort until the end of the day, something he didn't mind at the moment. He entered the fort, letting the doors swing closed behind himself.

Taylor walked over to his desk, splaying his hands out onto the surface. He closed his eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly, taking his time to let his thoughts go. After a few moments, Taylor opened his eyes and exhaled one last time before crossing the fort over to the door in the wall. He pulled the door open and walked in, closing the door behind himself.

"Finally decided to visit, Father?"

Taylor flipped the switches on and light flooded the room, revealing a somewhat disheveled Lucas Taylor in the corner of the mini-Brig. He walked over to his son, trying to control his anger. "Engaged? Really, Lucas?"

Lucas squinted up at Taylor, his face lined with bruises. "Where is she?"

Taylor's fist flew into Lucas's face, making contact with his cheekbone. Lucas spit out blood, willing himself not to lose it. Taylor bent down until he was at Lucas's eye level, his voice low. "She has her whole life ahead of her. Is this your way of getting back at me? By ruining her?"

"I love her," growled Lucas, baring his bloody teeth at Taylor. Taylor punched Lucas again, this time in the gut, but Lucas didn't budge. "I love her, and you can't do anything to take her away from me."

"I already have," snarled Taylor, pushing himself away from Lucas. Lucas swiped out at Taylor, his expression angry and slightly crazed.

"What're you talking about?" spat Lucas, reaching up to wipe his mouth with his collar. Taylor folded his arms across his chest, assuming a protective stance.

"I told her that you were dead," replied Taylor, locking his teeth together. Lucas's eyes widened slightly, his heart pounding in his chest. Taylor stayed silent, waiting for the blow-up.

"YOU SAID WHAT?" Lucas's voice roared throughout the room, nearly popping Taylor's eardrums. The veins in Lucas's neck popped as he kept shouting. "YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TELL HER – "

"And you had the right to take her life away?" Taylor cut Lucas off, his voice quiet. Lucas stopped, panting to catch his breath. "Don't you think she deserves the chance to find out what her life could be like without you?"

Lucas looked down, staying silent. Taylor sighed and bent down to pat Lucas's shoulder. "It's for her good, son."

"Don't patronize me," snapped Lucas, pulling away from Taylor. But Taylor could tell by Lucas's defeated expression that he knew that he was right. With one last pat, Taylor got up off of his crouch. "I'll have Dr. Shannon stop by to check out that bullet wound."

Lucas grunted, and Taylor took that as his signal to leave. Checking Lucas's handcuffs one last time, Taylor left the room, switching the lights off behind himself. As soon as his father left the room, Lucas dropped his head and let the tears fall. He knew that his father was right. Skye deserved so much better than him, and he had to let her see what she could have, even if that meant letting her believe that he was dead.

Ah, Taylor. Always the party pooper. Lol, anyways, till next time! :)