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I woke up with a pounding headache, feeling dizzy and disoriented. It wasn't my bed, but I couldn't figure out where I was. I tried to get up but the room suddenly flew around me.
"Easy Dana," someone told me, catching me with his strong hands, as I emptied my stomach contents all over his shirt.
"Skinner?" I said when I realized that I was looking at my former boss: "What's going on? Where are we?"
"I… don't know," he said, looking at me worriedly: "Are you ok?"
"Yes," I whispered, ashamed: "I'm sorry about that," I added, looking at his shirt. I was lost, confused and I just threw up on my boss. Must be my lucky day!
"Doesn't matter," he shrugged and, apparently assuming it was safe to let me go, he got up and went over to the tiny sink. He busied himself with washing my lunch from his shirt, giving me time to look around our, I was guessing, prison. The room was so small you could barely turn around. There was a small toilet next to the sink, some newspapers on the floor and dirty old bed I was still sitting on. Locked door, no windows. Nothing else.
I got up and picked up a random newspaper. It was in a foreign language.
"Croatian," Skinner said, turning back to me: "I think we are in Croatia."
I just stared at him, speechless. I tried to remember what happened, how we got here, but I couldn't. I tried to remember when was the last time I saw Skinner, but I couldn't do that either. So I tried to remember anything else that would make any sense at all. I was a doctor. I didn't work on the X files anymore. I didn't work for Skinner for years. I didn't work with Mulder either, not even been sleeping with him anymore! How the hell did I end up in the X file again? In Croatia? Seriously? And how on earth does Skinner recognize Croatian language?
"What is he up to now?" Skinner asked me, apparently reading my thoughts.
"I don't know if he's up to anything, Sir," I replied: "I haven't seen him in months."
He didn't answer. We just stared at each other, trying to fill the gaps between us that we didn't want to discuss. Finally, he broke the silence: "If anybody can find us, it's him. He will never give up on you Scully."
I just nodded. Skinner was right and I had nothing to add. Mulder was probably already risking his life for me before I even regained consciousness. He won't give up on me. Even though I gave up on him…