So I know you guys weren't expecting a chapter so soon, but better early than late! I've been planning this for a while, so it isn't anything random.
^ That was what I was going to say after posting this at like 7 yesterday, but Fanfiction decided to troll me and wouldn't let me post :( so sorry that this is later than I wanted it to be, and I hope you enjoy! :)
Something was wrong. Lucas could tell by that uncomfortable feeling within him that there was something important he was forgetting, something big. He could hear Skye jiggling the doorknob, making sure that it was locked. Lucas turned his gaze to the perfectly tiled wooden floor, trying to find the answer in the ridges between the wood planks.
He knew that it had something to do with both Mira and Skye, and the Sixer camp for some reason. It was frustrating for a genius like Lucas to be breaking his head over something as trivial as a simple memory, but then again, even he knew that he had a few screws loose. But the fact that it had something to do with Skye had him worried; he couldn't have her safety in jeopardy. Bringing his free hand up to pound at his head, Lucas forced himself to dig into his brain, trying to find out what it was he was forgetting.
Suddenly, Lucas's head snapped up, his eyes wide. Of course. When Taylor had invaded the Sixer camp, all Lucas had thought of was to take Skye away. He didn't bother to erase any of his research on the security of Terra Nova. That meant that Mira now had access to pretty much every security detail from the thickness of the fence to the code that unlocked them.
Lucas cursed under his breath, his mind racing. Mira hadn't shot at those researchers to scare Taylor; she had done it to distract him. She knew that he would come looking for her, and she was going to use that to her advantage. Mira was going to take Terra Nova.
Skye had to fight the urge to skip as she made her way back to her cabin, a mega-watt smile on her face. Her hands were still shaking from her encounter with Lucas in the best way possible, and her heart was beating faster than she ever thought possible. He was alive. She had just touched him, kissed him and listened to his heart beat. Unless Skye was delusional, Lucas was alive and well, and that was all she could have asked for.
Skye knew that she was taking much longer than she needed to get home, but suddenly the weather seemed amazing and the gravel path had never felt so comfortable under her sandal-clad feet. Skye ran her fingers along the cabin near the road as she turned, unable to wipe the silly smile off her face.
Before Skye could turn the corner, however, a pair of arms grabbed her from behind, pulling her against the cabin. Skye opened her mouth to scream, but a hand rose to cover her mouth, pulling her against a rock-hard torso. Suddenly, Skye felt the attacker press a soft kiss on the top of her head. "It's me."
Skye twisted her head to look up questioningly at Lucas, but he raised a finger to his lips, signaling for her to be quiet. Suddenly, a loud bang made Skye jump deeper into Lucas's arms. He tightened his grip around her, leaning over her to peer around the corner. Skye followed him, and Lucas pulled back her hair so her curls wouldn't swing around the corner. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight.
Mira was standing in front of her cabin, her arms folded across her chest. A pair of Sixers were dragging a battered-looking Josh out of Skye's cabin by the arms, pulling him to Mira. Skye's eyes widened, and she tried to break free from Lucas's grip to help Josh. Lucas pulled Skye away from the corner, shooting her a warning look.
"Lucas, I can't let her hurt him!" whispered Skye, trying to pull away from Lucas again. He clasped a hand around her mouth and wrapped his other arm around her waist, reeling her in again while he looked around cautiously.
"She won't hurt him," said Lucas, looking down at Skye reassuringly. Skye opened her mouth to protest but realized that Lucas's hand was still around her mouth. Lucas took one last peek around the corner before tugging on Skye's arm, pulling her in the opposite direction. "But I can't say the same for you. Let's go."
"Lucas, what if she does kill him?" whispered Skye as they darted around cabins, trying to break his iron grip around her wrist. Lucas met her eyes briefly, not wanting to say what he was really thinking. It was better Josh than Skye, it was better anyone than Skye. But Lucas knew that Skye would break away from him the moment those words left his lips, so he shook his head and signaled for her to keep running.
Skye's eyes widened when she realized that Lucas was bringing her to Boylan's bar. She tugged on his arm, her eyebrows furrowing together. "Is now really the time for a drink?"
"Don't be silly, Bucket," scoffed Lucas, throwing Skye a small smile. He placed a hand on Skye's shoulder and the other on her waist as they walked in, steering her towards Boylan. Skye flushed red as the soldiers in the bar looked up, watching her with shocked expressions. Lucas walked straight to a stricken Boylan and didn't bother to lower his voice as he spoke. "Yeah, I'm still alive. Get over it. We have bigger issues right now."
Skye could feel Mark's eyes boring into the back of her head, and she had to fight the urge to turn around. She had seen him on her way in, but couldn't bring herself to look at him. Lucas turned to face the soldiers, his arms folded across his chest. "Mira's taken over again. She lured Taylor and the two sheriffs out of Terra Nova."
The soldiers bristled, the bar filling with low whispers. Skye could see Boylan fidgeting nervously out of the corner of her eye, and she turned around to meet his gaze. Boylan believed Lucas; Skye could see it in his eyes. But she couldn't say the same for the soldiers. Mark stood up, his eyebrows furrowed together. "Did Mira ask you to say that?"
"Use your brain, boy," replied Lucas harshly, earning a nudge in the ribs by Skye. "What would be the use of that?"
Mark turned to his fellow soldiers, eyebrows raised. Lucas watched impatiently as they communicated silently among each other, trying to decide whether they should trust Lucas or not. Pressing her lips together, Skye slipped out of Lucas's grip and walked over to Mark, bracing herself for the worst. "Mark, I just saw Mira taking Josh. Lucas isn't lying, she's really here."
Mark locked eyes with her, asking a million questions with one glance. Skye looked down at her shoes, not wanting to answer any of them. Clearing his throat, Mark turned to the soldiers. "We have to defend Terra Nova."
The soldiers nodded and murmured in agreement, standing up to join Mark around a single table. Mark turned to face Lucas, his arms still folded across his chest. "So are you going to help or what?"
Lucas's mouth tilted into a smirk as he walked over to the table, his thumbs hooked around his belt loops. "I doubt you could accomplish much without me."
Mark opened his mouth to retort, but closed it again when he saw the look on Skye's face. The soldiers parted to let Lucas through, and Boylan pulled out a map of Terra Nova from underneath the counter, bringing it over to the table. Skye watched from the outskirts of the group of soldiers as Lucas drew out a plan, explaining it as he went. She folded her arms across her chest, biting at her lower lip. A question had come up in her head, plaguing her thoughts.
Once he had finished, Lucas stepped out of the group for Mark to assign roles, walking over to Skye. He looped his hands around her waist, pulling her to his chest and stroking her hair. "It's going to be okay."
"Why didn't you just leave?" asked Skye, looking up at Lucas. Lucas frowned, his expression confused. "You could have just left Terra Nova. You could've even taken me with you. Why didn't you?"
Lucas's mouth tilted into a soft smile. "Because this was my plan all along. Keep you safe and earn my father's trust. This way, we can stay together and you can be with everyone you love."
Skye couldn't help but gape as Lucas's words registered in her mind. So he could have easily escaped at any moment, taking her with him, but he decided to endure all kinds of pain… because it would make her happy? Skye could feel herself getting choked up, and she blinked furiously to stop any tears from escaping. She wrapped her hands around Lucas's neck, bringing his lips to hers without thinking twice about who was watching. Skye loved Lucas, and wasn't the least bit embarrassed about being with him. And judging by the way Lucas was dipping her backwards as he kissed her, he felt the exact same way.
Yeah, I'm obsessed with these two. Can you blame me? ;P Till next time!