Dr Hanover speed along the motorway, the radio humming quietly. He wondered where to go, he knew eventually Strughold would send people after him, and there was no chance that he would be allowed to live out his days quietly. He wondered if they would kill him, or keep him in a dark cell, or perhaps they'd experiment on him. Hanover could not decide what was worse, which he'd prefer.

He turned to look at Scully sleeping in the seat beside him. Her brow was furrowed, her body tense. He hated seeing her like this, he hated forcing her to come with him. It was selfish desires that kept him for letting her go to Mulder. He could argue he was trying to make sure that there was still a vaccine for when the syndicate would undoubtable try again, but he knew they would make sure she didn't survive that long.

In some ways it brought him comfort that part of her would always be alive in the millions of people who would be vaccinated by her blood and never have to turn into monsters.

Scully tossed suddenly, he watched her carefully through the corner of his eye, to make sure she wasn't about to wake up. It worried him keeping her drugged, he didn't want to, but his desire to protect her was stronger.

Soon they were in a forest, getting closer to a small cabin, where Hanover planned to try and survive for at the most the next six months. He hoped maybe Scully would get used to it, that he wouldn't have to keep her drugged, that they could form some kind of a life together.

They pulled up beside it, and Hanover turned off the engine. He just stared at Scully, her head turned, her saw her brow furrow, and eyes began to try and open. Hanover smiled, touching her cheek delicately, and once again drugged her, watching her fight to remain conscious.

X X X

Mulder sat alone in a small cell, the only sound was something dripping. The sound was driving him insane, he was angry. He had tried to sleep, but when he did all he saw was Scully hurt, drugged sometimes being tortured, sometimes Strughold would be experimenting on her.

Her eyes were always looking at him in his nightmares, screaming in pain, fear and misery. Sometimes she would start shouting at him, her eyes full of bitterness, accusing him, blaming him for everything.

Mulder couldn't sleep, he couldn't stand facing that. He prayed that Scully was running that she'd never return here, she'd leave him to die. He also hoped that she got away from Hanover, he didn't trust him, he'd seen the way he looked at her and it scared him. It always did when he saw men lusting after Scully, too many times those men had tried to hurt her, force themselves on her. She was too beautiful to ignore, he understood that, and that was why he worried so much about her.

Mulder heard the click of the door at the end of the hall unlocking, then footsteps echoing towards his cell. He looked up to see a guard standing in the cell doorway, baton raised.

"Get up. Come with me." The guard said coldly, and swung the door open.

Mulder rose he knew either way that he would go with him, and he didn't feel like getting the crap beaten out of him again. As they walked back down the corridor past mostly empty cells Mulder thought about why they wanted him this time.

He was terrified that Scully might have been captured, that he'd have to watch her die. A small part of him prayed he was going to be killed, he had spent his whole life fighting, and now he wanted to die, he didn't want to be kept in this hell hole until they decided he was no use.

He also didn't want Scully to end up here, if she did he hoped they killed her. It broke his heart to think like that, but the alternative was worse.

The guard stopped at Strughold's office, opened the door, Mulder went through with the guard on his heels. Strughold sat smoking, and motioned for Mulder to sit. Which he did reluctantly, aware of the guard close behind him, ready to strike him if he even thought he was going to go for Strughold.

"I have received something very interesting, I thought it might be of some interest to you." Strughold smiled, sliding a photo across the desk to Mulder.

The guard behind him laughed when he saw it. It showed Hanover injecting Scully in the lab, her going limp in his arms.

"Now, I know a man like Hanover could do a lot with an unconscious women, especially as pretty as Scully." Strughold smiled,

The guard chuckled, Mulder's fists curled. He wanted to leap across the desk, and beat him to death.

"I know Dr Hanover very well, I know what he likes. What he can do. And you know what if I wanted I could stop him hurting Scully." Strughold took the photo back, and replaced it with another.

This photo was of Scully in the boot of a car, in the middle of nowhere. Hanover standing watching her.

"Now Mulder I need to know some information. If you give it to me without me having to resort to different means, I promise I'll makes Scully's death quick and as painless as possible."