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Chapter four: awakened

I ran to the tree Lucas had pointed out. I tried to hurry and quickly found a way to climb up to the tree top even though my knee was still hurting, but it was a bit better because Lucas had carried me the last part of our way. I was slightly embarrassed that he had to carry me there. It had been odd to be held so close but in a certain way it felt familiar. I had a good excuse to be carried by him because it really was an emergency.

When I reached the tree top I saw a wooden floor, walls and a ceiling made out of leaves and branches. Inside it was quite dark, but the moonlight shone through the canopy and lit the room up a bit. It was a little tree house; the room was very similar to the room in the Sixer's camp, but it was better furnished. There was a bed, a little table next to it and a desk with a chair. A small wardrobe stood in one corner of the room too. I swung myself into the room and took one look behind me as I waited for Lucas to come. I turned around to go to the chair to sit down then suddenly my rucksack flew inside the room. Lucas burst into the room too and pulled me down to sit on the floor.

"Don't move and be quiet! They're coming, the rovers are heading towards us. If we're quiet, they won't find us." He told me breathlessly.

One second later I knew what he meant. A party of rovers was driving under the tree house. The big flood light lit everything up and the noise of the engines filled the air. Another gun fired. We sat there for a while, pushed against the wall waiting for complete silence.

"That really was close!" Lucas said as he stood up and sighed out of relief. I stood up too and took my backpack while I walked over to the chair.

"Indeed. Are they gone now?" I asked. He turned around to face me and thought about an answer.

"I would say that they are searching the whole area for us, but maybe in a couple of days, they'll give up. As long as we're not sure that they're away, make yourself at home," he replied as he smiled slightly. I smiled back. Then I sat down and lifted my backpack onto the table to unpack it. I pulled out his sheets of paper and held them in the air.

"Ehm, Lucas, is it possible that you lost your equations in the Sixer's camp? I found them in one of the drawers of the table in my room and took them with me so that the Sixer's won't find them. I thought we shouldn't leave behind," I told him. He came towards me to take his equations and smiled brightly.

"Oh, Bucket, thanks a lot! I completely forgot about them, I don't know what to say. I appreciate this a lot!" he smirked. Lucas took all the sheets and skimmed them. "Shall I explain some of the equations to you?" he offered me enthusiastically.

"Oh yes! …But look, I'm not as good at physics as you are," I mentioned. I really was interested in what he had worked for years, especially because I always wondered what the equations meant when I was at Snakehead Falls. I suddenly wondered why I never had seen him writing them down. But maybe he had seen me.

"No problem." He crouched down next to me and put one of the pages on the table in front of me. Lucas pointed at a calculation. "These are the coordinates of Hope Plaza and this is the estimated time of the people coming here from the old world. You have to divide and add the century and date to which the people should travel. And these are the coordinates of the area where the portal was. The terminus fixed the time fracture so that we could determine the place of the arriving people. Okay, and this is the dimensions of the portal. You understand, this is more complex than it looks, I calculated how to fix the time fracture, how to make the portal go both ways and I'm trying to find out how to travel to another century. This is the start of time travelling and I'm convinced that one day humanity will be able to use time travelling for all purposes if they aren't already," he mentioned.

"You mean the 18th century ship in the Badlands, don't you?" I reasoned.

"How do you know about that?" Lucas asked me curiously. "Did he tell you?"

"No, he didn't. I saw it when they looked at it for the first time and Malcolm guessed that it was from the 18th century. Do you know how it got here?" I wanted to know.

"I'm not sure, but I imagine that there's another time fracture in another part of the world. The world is big and you know, maybe the time fracture leads to ancient times," he explained "But it's still a big mystery. We wanted to ship the figure to the old world to ask them if they know something about it…"

"But you couldn't because Taylor destroyed the portal and there probably will never be a connection again," I completed his sentence.

He nodded and put his equations in a little wooden commode next to the bed. Lucas stood up and turned away from me, looking out of the window, completely lost in his mind.

You really were able see that he was suffering from the events of the last few weeks. It was a difficult situation for him now that the portal was destroyed because he was stuck in the old world with his father with nowhere to go. Furthermore, he couldn't really avoid Taylor and Terra Nova's soldiers and he was convicted of taking over the colony and killing so many people. After stabbing Taylor it was clear that they would never forgive him.

I didn't know what I was becoming because I shouldn't think of Lucas as the good guy. He really wasn't a good guy. He caused all this pain and damage; he's the person who forced us to destroy the portal because we had no other way to stop him. His lack of luck in his life wasn't a reason to involve all of us in his fight against his father.

But he has two sides. I knew, as I was one of the small number of people who had experienced both. The way he looked at me wasn't filled with hatred or revenge. Back in Terra Nova some of my friends had teased me because of the situation in Boylan's bar. Everyone knew that the way he saw me wasn't brotherly. I had found it embarrassing that both Josh and Lucas fought for me. It had to have been killing Josh to see Lucas complimenting me. Otherwise he wouldn't have punched Lucas. In a certain way I felt responsible for Josh and Mr Shannon being captured and put in the brig.

From one moment to the other it changed from nice Lucas to bad Lucas, the one who tortured Jim to get information on Taylor's whereabouts. I knew how fragile Lucas was inside despite the fact that he didn't show it.

I didn't know what time it was but it had to be about early in the morning when we started talking again. It was still dark and I was very tired although I couldn't sleep. I was too troubled to sleep and Lucas was as well. He was sitting on the bed and I was sitting at the desk when I tried to get his attention. I couldn't resist asking him a question.

"What are you going to do in the future?" I spoke curiously. He reacted much calmer than I had thought.

"I don't know, Bucket. What about you?" he replied, watching me getting up to sit down next to him. When I reached the bed I noticed what he was doing; he was mashing some green leafs in a bowl, I suppose he was trying to get me some painkillers.

"Yeah, I want to get you some painkillers." He told me when he saw my gaze, almost as if he could read my mind.

"Oh thanks. I don't know either." I explained while he moved along to the side to give me some room to sit down. I stared off into space, just as he did. It was so difficult to interpret his behaviour. I felt a bit unsure in his presence; it just wasn't familiar to me to be with such an inscrutable person alone in one room yet. Time passed slowly and he didn't intend to talk to me for the next half an hour until he finished making the medicine.

"Here you are, just put it on your knee to cool the infection down and lessen the pain." Lucas explained, handing the bowl to me. I took it and looked at what he had created. It was some kind of green salve, not even worse than the supplies they have in Terra Nova.

"I'm tired and I'm cold," I told him. Meanwhile, I rolled up my pant leg to apply the given medicine.

"Do you want to sleep? I just wanted to go outside to get us some water. I have to fill up some of these bottles," He pointed out and gestured in the direction of the wardrobe. After thinking about it I nodded. I really needed some sleep.

"Okay, as long as I'm away you have to keep quiet and please don't turn the lamp on," Lucas told me. "I won't be away long, the river is just a few klicks away from here." He turned around and went to the wardrobe to pick up the empty bottles. He also took a bag and put the bottles into it. Lucas watched me standing up and walking across the room when he disappeared.

I lay down on the little bed and closed my eyes. It wasn't very comfortable but it was definitely better than sleeping in a tree top. I curled up in a couple of blankets and finally fell asleep. The darkness fell over me and embraced me.

"Stop! If you take one more step I'll shoot," a slightly husky voice said from behind me.

I was sitting on the floor in an empty white room; it looked quite similar to a room in a hospital. The floor was clean and cold and the air was filled with anger and hatred. I saw a person standing in front of me. The person held a gun and looked very angry.

"Go away from her! I won't let you take her away!" stated the person in front of me. Suddenly I recognized who it was; I couldn't believe it. It was Josh. I looked afraid and tried to recognise where I was. I didn't know the room, but I knew Josh. I knew Josh good enough to know that he wouldn't point a gun at a person he didn't hate, but he looked serious, he was unhesitant to shoot.

"Put the gun down, Shannon boy!" the voice behind me shouted. I also knew who was standing behind me and it made me even more scared of the situation. When I turned around I saw Lucas Taylor also pointing a gun at Josh.

"Skye, come on! Come with me, you know that he's the evil!" Josh begged and gestured in my direction. I didn't know what to do now. What was happening? Did they argue about me?

Josh took one step towards me and reached with his hand for mine when Lucas jumped up from his position and tried to punch Josh.

"Don't touch her!" he shouted ragingly.

Suddenly he was held back by a tall man in a black uniform. Clearly it was Taylor. He grabbed Lucas shoulder and hustled Josh away from me.

"Neither of you will take her, I will!" Taylor explained, trying to keep calm. Nobody in the room expected Taylor to appear. Everything was silent for a few seconds until Josh spoke again.

"If Skye comes with me, she'll be safe and my family and I will care for her. Please, Taylor, let me take her," Josh tried to convince him. Taylor stood still for a moment and then came closer to me and tried to tell me something when another person appeared.

Suddenly a man who looked like Jim Shannon stood behind Josh. Josh turned around, frightened to see his father. Jim held something in his hands. Lucas got even angrier when he saw what it was; it was his box.

"What are you doing? What's that?" Josh asked, frightened.

All of a sudden Lucas seemed to forget me and concentrated his attention on the box in Jim's hands. He walked closer to Jim and held his hands out to him. "Give it to me or I'll shoot her."

"No!" Taylor and Jim shouted. Only Josh didn't know what to do.

I didn't know what this was all about, where I was and what was happening but I really became desperate. It all looked so real. I started to cry silently.

Lucas took his gun out of his pocket and pointed it at me. I couldn't believe he was pointing a gun at me.

Jim pulled the box closer and tried to walk away. I didn't want Josh or Jim to be shot. Also I hoped that Josh wouldn't do anything to anybody.

"Hand it to me, Shannon." Lucas whispered.

Suddenly a loud gunshot filled the air. Josh shot Lucas when he tried to get the box away from Jim but then Lucas shot Jim. Both Lucas and Jim sank to the ground. I closed my eyes so I didn't have to see it. I cried.

"NO! NO!" I shouted. I didn't want them to kill each other. Taylor pulled my shoulder and tried to get me away from there, but I couldn't leave them behind. There was no reason to shoot Jim but there also wasn't a reason to shoot Lucas. It wasn't only Josh's fault that Lucas was dead, it also was his fault that his father was dead now.

And then I fell. I fell through the ground into the darkness.

"Bucket? Wake up, Bucket, please! What's happening?" An excited voice asked me. I opened my eyes. I felt the tears running down my sweaty face. It had to be morning already because the sunlight glared me. I breathed very heavily when I tried to get up. Lucas sat next to me. He looked very confused and afraid. He slung one arm around me to quiet me down.

"Bucket, did you have a nightmare?" he asked again, looking very worried.

"Oh, no. I'm okay. Everything's fine. Sorry," I tried to calm him while I swept away the tears. In this moment I really felt a bit embarrassed by this stupid nightmare. It just was so real and it had really scared me to see them fighting against each other and killing each other. The situation just overtook me and I felt like I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Really, Bucket? I just came back a few minutes ago and you were actually shouting and crying. Are you sure that everything is okay?" He interrogated again. Lucas didn't have to care for me.

"Yes, absolutely, I'm fine. It was just a silly nightmare." I reattempted.

"Oh, do you wanna tell me about it?" Lucas asked, obviously curious.

I could've told him. Maybe he would be able to understand my worries and he could've comforted me a bit. Maybe he would help and protect me and maybe he also would become a better person. I knew that he wanted me to be safe.

But maybe he would just laugh at me. Why did I think he would become a better person just because I told him about my nightmare? He won't understand anything.

"I just forgot it. But, thank you." I assured him and forced myself to laugh a bit.

He also smiled. We sat there for a while until he pulled his arm away from my shoulder awkwardly. Lucas stood up and walked over to the entrance where some bottles of water were standing.

"Do you want to drink something?"