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Skye hurried down the path to the fort, keeping her head down so that she wouldn't get bombarded by anyone she knew. She knew that she only had a small amount of time to scour the entire fort, but that was all she needed at the moment. Skye inhaled with anticipation as the fort came into view, and she looked around to make sure that there were no soldiers guarding the stairs to the fort. There were a few soldiers in front of the fort, but Skye knew that if she was to approach the stairs from the back she could avoid them. Skye stepped up beside the fort before racing up the stairs two at a time and disappearing behind the doors before the soldiers could turn around.

As soon as she was in, Skye rushed over to Taylor's desk and began to rummage around for his Plex. To her dismay, it looked as though Taylor had taken his Plex with him. Swearing under her breath, Skye looked up and noticed that the door that had once concealed Wash was locked once again. Intrigued, Skye walked over to the door and wrapped her hand around the knob, trying to turn it.

Suddenly, Skye remembered that she had kept the key to the door after Wash was released. Groping around in her pockets, Skye pulled out a set of keys that sure enough had the key to the door on it. Taking a deep breath, Skye inserted the key into the hole and twisted the knob.

Lucas had heard the knob being jiggled, and he knew that it wasn't Taylor trying to open the door. Had Mira managed to get into Terra Nova again? However, the moment the door flew open, Lucas knew exactly who it was. The overwhelming citrus scent hit Lucas like a bullet, and he found himself entranced by the smell of Skye's shampoo.

Lucas could see her figure in the doorway, feeling around for the lights. Her hair seemed to have grown longer, and for some reason she looked thinner than usual. He would have expected her to have filled out a bit more after returning to Terra Nova, but he seemed to be wrong. Skye finally found the lights and flipped the switches on, light flooding the room. Lucas watched as her eyes fell on him, widening slightly. She locked eyes with him, now narrowing her eyes in confusion.

Lucas watched with tired eyes as Skye approached him warily, as if she didn't believe that he was real. Every step she took reminded him of the nights they spent together, and it drove him insane with desire. Skye crouched down beside him, looking into his eyes. He could see the tears in her eyes, as though they had been permanently etched onto her beautiful face. She reached out cautiously towards his face, afraid of what might happen if she touched him. Her gentle fingers made contact with Lucas's stubbly cheek, and she ran a thumb over his cheekbones, as though checking if he was real or not.

Suddenly, Skye flung her arms around Lucas, pulling him into a bone-crushing hug. Lucas didn't hesitate to wrap his uncuffed arm around her waist, hoisting her up onto his lap as she sobbed into his neck. Lucas stroked her hair, murmuring comforting words into her ear as she clutched to him, as though she was afraid that he was going to disappear.

Skye finally pulled away, her cheeks wet with tears. Lucas reached out and thumbed away the wetness, giving her a small smile. Skye leaned in and took his lips in hers, wrapping her arms around his neck until their foreheads were touching. She wound her hands in his hair, sighing as his tongue circled hers. Lucas finally pulled away, taking in Skye's flustered appearance. He thought of a million things that he could have told her; how much he had missed her, how much he loved her, how much he wanted her… but one question was dominating his thoughts. "What're you doing here, Bucket?"

"Wait," Skye pulled away slightly, her eyebrows furrowed. "You knew? That Taylor told me you were dead?"

Lucas gaped slightly, realizing what he had just given away. "I… it was for your good. For once, my saintly father had his heart in the right – "

Skye lashed out and slapped Lucas right across the face, her palm making contact with his left cheek. Lucas's head swayed with the impact, and he looked back up at her in shock. Her anger faltered slightly as she leaned down and kissed his cheek before kissing his lips softly, silently asking for his forgiveness. "Don't you ever even think about doing that again, Lucas Taylor. Do you have any idea what you put me through?"

The fact that he wasn't even angry that Skye hit him told Lucas how much he loved her. He looked up at her with the most innocent expression he could muster. "I'm sorry, Bucket. But you had to know what your life could be like without me. According to my father, of course."

"You wanna know what it's like?" snapped Skye, the anger returning to her eyes. "It's shitty. It's the worst possible thing anyone could ever be put through."

Lucas's mouth twitched as he tried not to smirk. "So your days with young Shannon weren't very enjoyable?"

Annoyance flashed through Skye's eyes and she reached out to slap Lucas again, but he caught her wrist with his hand, twisted her towards him. Her scent filled his nose, making him feel slightly light-headed with pleasure. Skye grumbled in protest, trying to pull away. "Fricking like father, like son."

Lucas let go of her wrist, his eyes narrowing. "What did you say?"

"I said I like that shirt," said Skye sweetly, playing with the hem of Lucas's battered green shirt. She ran her fingers up Lucas's torso, sending shivers of desire down his spine. "Can it come off?"

Without waiting for a response, Skye unbuttoned the shirt, letting it fall off his body. Her eyes widened when they fell on the bullet wound on his shoulder. "What the hell? This hasn't healed yet?"

Lucas raised his eyebrows, knowing that Skye was smart enough to put two and two together. She looked into his eyes, disbelief in hers. "Taylor didn't even get you into the medic center?"

Lucas shook his head, shrugging slightly to let Skye know that he didn't care. She swore under her breath, running a finger gently over the healing wound. "I can't believe he didn't even put you in a bed. I am going to murder that heartless man with my bare hands."

Lucas cracked a smirk at Skye's words, surprised that they were coming out of her mouth and not his. Skye looked up to meet his eyes, hers filled with worry. Lucas reached out and stroked Skye's cheek lovingly, his eyes smoldering into hers. "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"You are," breathed Skye, her fingers trailing up Lucas's bare torso to brush her thumb against his lips. She climbed onto Lucas's lap again and took his lips in hers, her breathing becoming erratic. Lucas smirked against her lips, his arm sliding down to rest on her hip.

"Now, now, Bucket," Lucas warned, placing small kisses on Skye's lips as he spoke. "Let's not get hasty."

Rolling her eyes, Skye ground her hips against Lucas's, eliciting a low moan. Smirking victoriously, Skye rotated her hips again, and a growl ripped from Lucas's throat. He lifted her off his hips with one arm, setting her down on the floor between his legs. Skye pouted, her fingers tracing circles on his bare abs. "Why not?"

"Because we're in a not-so-soundproof room and we could be walked in on at any second," said Lucas, his mouth tilting into a smirk. "Speaking of which, you should probably go before someone finds you here."

"Why?" Skye turned her nose up, folding her arms across her chest. "It's not like I'm going to keep quiet about the fact that you're still alive."

"Oh, yes you are," warned Lucas, raising his eyebrows. "It's better if you keep this quiet. You never know what my father will try next. Now go, Bucket."

Skye looked into his eyes and could see how much it was paining him to say that. He didn't want her to leave just as much as she didn't want to. With a surge of confidence, Skye grabbed a pair of handcuffs off the floor and cuffed herself to Lucas's other hand before he could stop her.

"Bucket," growled Lucas, tugging on the handcuffs. "Really? Was that necessary?"

"Better get used to me," said Skye, leaning back against the wall behind Lucas. "Because I'm not going anytime soon."

With a roll of his eyes, Lucas reached out and snapped the handcuffs off Skye's wrist in one swift movement. Skye's eyes widened as the cuffs broke away and fell to the floor like sticks. She looked back up at Lucas, her eyebrows raised. "If you could do that, then why didn't you just break out of here?"

"For you, Bucket," replied Lucas, only half mocking her. He reached out and took her face in his hands, kissing her lips gently. "Because I love you."

"I love you more," whispered Skye, leaning in to deepen the kiss. Lucas scoffed into the kiss, and Skye nipped his lower lip playfully.

"Impossible," growled Lucas, twirling his fingers into her hair. Skye tried to move closer, but he quickly placed a hand on her stomach, holding her back. She sighed, feeling thoroughly put out. He was right. She had told Josh that she would only be a few minutes after all.

"I'll be back soon, okay?" Skye placed one last kiss on Lucas's lips, inhaling his scent and tasting his lips before breaking away. Just before she pulled away, as a last resort, Skye reached down and stroked Lucas's torso, her fingers trailing down until they were teasing the front of Lucas's pants. Skye looked up and watched with satisfaction as Lucas's expression changed, filling with desire. Skye pulled away, dodging Lucas's outstretched hand, and got up, her hands on her hips. "Sweet dreams, Lucas."

Lucas watched her hips swing back and forth as she left the room, feeling unbearably aroused. But a feeling seemed to overpower his desire, burning within him like a furnace. He loved her, and seeing her again only strengthened that. Lucas shook his head, muttering to himself. "I guess time apart really does make the heart grow fonder."

Thanks to Cinn Knight for that quote! I loved it, so I decided to use it :) Phew, I'm glad these two are back together, it's pretty depressing to write about them when one of them thinks the other is dead. Anyways, till next time!