Gone
(Lucas)
The first time Lucas got arrested, they literally dragged him out of the bed, a bed which still scented of her hair.
The soldiers were young, very angry and craving revenge for their dead or wounded comrades. Having their hands on their enemies' boss was such a fruitful occasion.
And so Lucas reached his cell with some bruises as a gift. His father's subordinates, they said, didn't stink as the dinosaurs, but they surely were as tedious as them.
The second time Lucas got arrested, he had just found out the would become a father.
What a bitter irony, he came to Terra Nova to wreck his own father. Instead, the only thing he managed to do was chain down his own heart. Become a father himself. Good job.
At that moment, gazing at the moon beams filtering il flashes down his cell, Lucas realized he was hopelessly in love. And therefore lost.
"Am I in love?"
He couldn't know that his beloved one would ask herself the same question, but ten years later.
(Ten years later)
(Skye)
"Am I in love?"
Skye Tate was never afraid. She never showed weakness, or fear, or hesitation, at least in public.
And sometimes she didn't even show it to herself.
That's why, when she realized that she had finally fallen in love with the man with whom she accidentally had a baby, she felt lost. She tried to neglect the deep feeling that caught her throat. Uselessly. It wasn't attraction anymore, it wasn't sex, it wasn't just mutual companyanymore. She was in love with Lucas Taylor.
But it was hard to keep calm because Julius, their child, together with Lucas had vanished into the jungle.
Oh, my God, Lucas will find him, I'm sure. Lucas will bring him back to me.
But nobody came.
Skye felt lost, alone as never before. What would she do without her child?
A tense stomach, a taste of gall pervading her mouth. Her baby. Her love. Alone, without his mom.
They haven't yet come back. Nor Lucas, nor Julius, nor the commander. And Skye feels lonely, as if she alone was on that hostile Earth, on that planet which didn't see her come into the world, but that she calls home. A home that now seems terribly empty.
(to be continued)