A/N: I'm so glad you all like everything so far! It's definitely a blast to write. : )

Jake Ferguson sat in his car, watching Dana Scully from a distance, as she exited her hotel. She was alone, and it was getting dark. Her beauty was so captivating. It was such a shame that he would have to hurt her, but those were his orders. He was to separate Dana Scully from Fox Mulder. The cigarette smoking man had feared that they were too close to the truth, and were too powerful as a team. They were a threat, plain and simple. And Jake had no choice, but to pay off his debt. Cancer man had saved him, and gave him a life. And if he didn't follow through, he would lose his life.

As Jake watched Scully slowly walk around the building, he quietly started his car up, slowly inching it forward. He kept his distance, as Scully turned the corner down the curved road. Counting to ten, he revved his engine, as his car swerved around the sharp corner. Honking his horn accidently, he cursed under his breath. And that was it. Dana Scully flipped over the car, tumbling to the ground.

Slowly getting out of the car, Jake inched his way towards Scully's motionless body. Bending down, he checked her pulse. She was still alive, and he was told to kill her, making it look like an accident. But a part of him was relieved, as he stared at Dana's bloody head. Sighing heavily, Jake picked Scully up off the ground and placed her into the back of his car.

Jake sat there in the dark for a long moment, before dialing the phone number he was given. "It's done."

"Is she dead?" Cancer Man croaked.

"No, she survived." Jake answered hesitantly.

"Then let's go with Plan B."

Jake let out a sigh of relief as he hung up the phone, until he heard a soft whimper from behind him. Turning around, Dana Scully's eye fluttered open, as she winced in pain. Jake sighed again, and got out of the car, taking three separate syringes out of his pocket. He didn't even know what was in the syringes. He was just told that it was an experimental drug that erased memory in large doses. Opening the passenger car door, he leaned in, as Scully gasped and tried to push him away.

"Who are you?" Scully whimpered, as Jake hovered over her with the first syringe.

"I'm sorry." Jake replied, as he vigorously turned Scully over.

Scully squirmed weakly beneath him, as he injected the first syringe into the back of her neck. Scully's body went limp, as he injected her with the second large syringe, and then the third, exactly how he was instructed.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

XxX

"All I know is that I was in the back of a car, I think. And Jake was hovered over me with a syringe. That's all I remember." Dana explained, sitting on the bed next to Mulder.

"But you still don't remember anything else before that?" Mulder asked, hopeful.

Dana shook her head, sighing. "No, I'm sorry. I still don't remember anything before the accident. And I don't remember anything else, only waking up in the hospital a week later. And I'm not sure if this is even a memory." Dana explained.

"It is, Scully. That sick son of a bitch did this to you, on purpose. And I am going to find out why." Mulder hissed.

Dana's eyes filled with tears, as she looked down at her hands. "I can't believe he did this to me. I don't understand. He—he took care of me. Why would he hurt me, and then help me?" Dana asked sadly.

Mulder placed his large hand on top of Scully's small one. "I promise you, I will make him pay."

Dana shook her head, sniffling. "Mulder, I shouldn't have let him in to my life. I-I slept with him. I feel so sick to my stomach. I'm so sorry." She whispered.

Mulder tensed up at Scully's confession, as sudden jealousy rushed through him. "It's not your fault. You didn't know." He replied.

But deep down, Mulder was angry. This Jake guy took Scully away from him, and even took advantage of her. He knew it wasn't Scully's fault, but he was crushed to hear Scully's words. The woman he loved had been living with and sleeping with another man, for a whole year. Although, he noticed that Scully had a separate room, which he decided wasn't a good idea to ask about right now.

"Scully, we need to get you out of here. Let's go." Mulder urged Dana, standing up.

Dana stood up and grabbed her suitcase, following Mulder out of the bedroom. But as they reached the living room, they were suddenly surprised by a tall figure standing silently in front of the door, with a gun pointed at them.

"You're not going anywhere." Jake hissed, with trembling hands.

Mulder stepped in front of Scully protectively. "You sick son of a bitch." He growled, eyeing Jake up and down.

"Jake, please don't do this." Dana pleaded.

"I'm sorry, but I have to Dana." Jake's face softened a bit at Dana's request.

"You love me, don't you?" Dana asked softly.

Jake huffed out a breath, saying nothing.

Mulder raised his hands up and stepped a foot closer to Jake. "You can hurt me, but don't hurt Dana." He pleaded.

"Don't come any closer!" Jake growled.

"Who told you to do this?" Mulder asked, glaring at Jake.

"You know damn well who." Jake replied.

"Why are you doing this Jake? Why did you do this to me?" Dana asked, as a tear slipped down her cheek.

"I don't have a choice, Dana!"

"Yes, you do. You f*cking took Scully's life from her." Mulder hissed.

Jake shook his head, as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "I had no choice. It's just a job, don't take it personally." Jake replied dryly.

Dana eyed Mulder and then Jake. "I know you love me, Jake. I know you don't want to kill me." Dana tested her boundaries, desperately trying to soften Jake up.

Jakes eyes filled with tears, as he cocked the gun. "I'm sorry, Dana. I didn't want it to come to this. I did want to have a life with you. But you don't even love me anyways. You love-him. I f*cking took your memory, and you still went crawling back to this loser." Jake eyed Mulder up and down bitterly.

Mulder swallowed. "Jake, you don't have to do this. We can protect you." He replied in an even tone.

"Shut up!" Jake shouted.

"Jake-"Dana stepped out from behind Mulder, pushing past him.

"Scully, don't!" Mulder pleaded.

"I know what I'm doing." Dana reassured Mulder.

Dana slowly walked up to Jake, searching his eyes. "Jake-I forgive you."

"Don't come any closer." Jake replied in a calmer tone. "Don't Dana." He shook his head.

Dana reached up and grabbed Jakes wrist, as he pointed the gun at her face. "I know you won't do it. You're not a bad person, Jake."

All three of them stood there in tense silence for a long moment, as Mulder held his breath.

"Jake." Dana whispered soothingly.

Jake exhaled a shaky breath, as he slowly lowered the gun, bowing his head.

To be continued…

A/N: I need to get some sleep, so I paused right here. I will update sometime tomorrow!