Author's Note: Yeah, I know I'm totally late, but after seeing all these Skye/Lucas stories I couldn't help it. This is what I fantasize about happening with Skye and Lucas. Not much action between the two in the first few chapters, but I can promise that things will get... interesting ;).

Skye's eyes fluttered open, her heart beating at a steady rate. Her eyebrows creased together. She had never woken up so calmly before; perhaps it was the fact that she knew she was safe, or maybe because she had had peaceful dreams. Skye swung her legs out of bed, pulling herself into a seated position. She glanced over at the digital clock on her bedside table. Three in the morning. With a groan, Skye propelled herself off the comfortable bed and padded across her room, headed for the bathroom.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Skye entered the bathroom and turned on the shower head. Stripping out of her camisole top and shorts, Skye stepped into the warm shower, sighing as she was enveloped in steam. As she massaged her head with her favourite citrus-scented shampoo, Skye thought she heard the bathroom door open.

"Mom?" called Skye, but there was no response. With a non-committal shrug, Skye washed the lather out of her hair and reached for a towel. She reluctantly stepped out of the shower, the crisp morning air sending chills running down her spine. After securing one towel around her body and another around her hair, Skye walked over to the sink and opened the mirrored cabinet to pull out her toothbrush. Suddenly, something prickled against Skye's neck. Thinking it was a spider, Skye closed the cabinet to take a better look in the mirror.

The image in the mirror caused Skye's breath to catch in her throat. It wasn't a spider. It was far worse. Standing behind Skye, kissing her neck as his stubble tickled her neck and his jade-green eyes piercing Skye's through the mirror, was Lucas Taylor.

Skye awoke with a start. She placed a hand over her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. She hadn't had a Lucas nightmare for a while, and had forgotten how terrifyingly vivid they could be. Skye took a glimpse at her clock, which read 7:30 AM. That left her thirty minutes to get dressed and head down to the medic center. With a deep breath, Skye got out of bed and began to get ready.

"Mom, I'm going to be at the medic center late today," called Skye as she walked into the kitchen, fully dressed with her curly brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. She looked around for her mother and found Deborah sitting in the living room, apparently in a conversation. Skye followed her mother's gaze to find Commander Taylor sitting across from her, looking completely out of place against the comfortable cream colored sofa.

"Commander," said Skye, nodding at Commander Taylor. He nodded back, the hint of a smile on his strict face. Ever since Taylor found out that Skye had been spying for the Sixers, nothing had been the same. The fact that Skye saved Taylor's life, however, somewhat softened Taylor into polite hellos and goodbyes.

After an awkward moment of silence, Skye cleared her throat and broke the silence. "See you later, Mom. Commander."

Skye ducked out of the cabin, exhaling as the door swung shut behind her. She would have given anything for things to go back with her and Taylor, but she knew very well that shooting Taylor's son wasn't exactly the best way to get on his good side, even if she was trying to save his life. Shaking her head clear, Skye headed off towards the medic center, her spirits raised by the hope of getting live another day as normal, Terra Nova Skye.

"Morning, Doctor Shannon," said Skye as she entered the medic center. To her surprise, the center was pretty full for a Wednesday morning. Dr. Shannon looked up and a smile spread across her face when she saw Skye.

"Good morning, Skye," Dr. Shannon turned back to the patient, tapping her Plex. "Come see me after you get your lab coat on. I've got your favourite."

Skye grinned at the slight sarcasm in Dr. Shannon's voice. "Inventory."

For the next few hours, Skye stocked up the cabinets in the back room with medication. After months of stealing painkillers and antibiotics for the Sixers, Skye knew exactly where everything went. She stacked the shelves at lightning speed, going through what felt like hundreds of boxes.

Skye's relationship with the Shannons was far better than her mending relationship with Commander Taylor. Jim and Elizabeth had been understanding when they found out that Skye was the Sixer spy; Jim had even defended Skye when Taylor was angry. However, Skye noticed that the two seemed to be keeping a close eye on her. Josh, being one of Skye's closest friends, was the only one who treated her the exact same way he had before he found out that she was the spy. Skye's mouth tilted into a smile as she recalled how accepting Josh had been about everything, even after Kara, his girlfriend, was killed in the bomb blast.

The bomb blast that Lucas had set off with help from the Intel Skye brought him. Skye sighed, shoving another bottle of sleep medication into the shelves. She had been on sleeping pills for a few weeks after the incident because of the nights she spent sleepless, wondering if Lucas was really dead or if he was lurking outside the gates and waiting for the right moment to pounce. Skye had been reassured by Mark Reynolds, Maddy Shannon's steady boyfriend, that her shots must have killed him. That didn't stop Skye from wondering at times if she really had shot Lucas in the right spot.

As she opened the next box of medication, Skye heard a bang outside. She raised her head, her ears alert. Screams filled the air, followed by more earsplitting bangs. Skye pushed the box aside and ran for the door, her heart racing. The medic center was in chaos; the front doors had somehow been blasted out of the wall and nurses and interns were now moving patients further back.

"Doctor Shannon!" Skye searched the medic center frantically until her eyes found Dr. Shannon's worried face. Skye ran over to her, casting glances back at the demolished front doors. "Doctor Shannon, what's going on?"

"We're not sure yet, but we think someone's gun might have gone off by accident," said Dr. Shannon as she pulled a bed away from the window beside the door. Skye reached over and grabbed the other end of the bed to help.

"Mom!" Maddy Shannon came running through the destroyed doors, her face streaked with tears. "Mom, they took Dad and Commander Taylor."

"Who?" asked Dr. Shannon anxiously, taking Maddy's hand. Maddy looked from Skye to Dr. Shannon, her eyes wide with fear.

"The Sixers."

Author Again: And Sixers means... LUCAS! And a lot more drama to come :)