AN: This part could almost be rated R, so be warned. It gets a little intense

"Nothing's fine I'm Torn, I'm all out of faith, this is how I feel, I'm cold and I'm ashamed lying naked on the floor." -From "Torn" by Natalie Imbruglia

Doggett struggled to hide how nervous he was. He and Reyes had been living together for 6 months in several different locations, but they had yet to make their relationship a physical one. But now, without the constant impending danger, and with a little piece of paper making them legally belong to each other, the timing seemed perfect.

Their bedroom had two beds, but they had long ago been pushed together. Reyes had been having nightmares and had more than once had to fall back asleep in Doggett's arms.

John laid her down gently on the bed and hovered over her, kissing her lightly.

Brad shoved her onto the bed and sat on top of her, pinning her, kissing her cruelly.

She stretched her hands above her head and he slid his hand up her arm, then he intertwined his fingers with hers.

She tried to fight him off, but he grabbed both wrists in his big hand and pinned them above her head.

As the flashback began to surface, she whispered "Wait, John, stop." He didn't hear her.

As the panic rose in her gut, she cried out "Please, stop Brad, you're hurting me!" He ignored her.

No longer remembering where she was or whom she was with, she cried out "Stop, please Stop!" John rolled off of her, confused, and watched as she curled into a fetal position away from him.

"Stop, please Stop! She screamed. He rolled off of her, then smacked her hard across the face with the back of his hand. She curled into a fetal position away from him, crying and covering her face. "Crying isn't going to stop me this time, B!tch." Brad stood and undressed himself, then pulled her back under him and proceeded with the assault. She cried the whole time, never looking at him. Afterwards, she lie naked, bruised and bleeding, on the bed, with dried tears encrusting her eyes. Brad dressed himself in silence and headed for the door. Before leaving her turned to look at her one last time. "Next time be ready for me." Then he left, slamming the door behind him.

"Monica? C'mon, Mon, talk to me. What's wrong?" Doggett knelt on the floor next to her, and gently brushed a stray hair from her face. Blinking, she looked up at him, wiping tears from her eyes. She had learned long ago that there was no use in trying not to cry. He reached for her and she allowed herself to be pulled off the bed and into his lap, where she sat with her head on his shoulder as they rocked back and forth. Doggett didn't understand what was wrong, but he knew he must have caused it. He knew she'd tell him soon enough.
Mulder and Scully were packing their bags, preparing to board the boat for England. It left at dawn, but they had to be there much earlier than that. They had planned this for weeks, spending much time at the docks watching how everything works. The boat they would be taking was a cargo ship carrying different foods and dry goods. They planned on going early when there were still few employees. They would bribe one of them to let them into a cargo crate and to watch out for them during the trip.

"Mulder, what if no one there accepts our bribe? What if they do and then they turn us in?"

"If no one accepts it, we'll try the next ship. And we'll only pay them half now, half when we get to England. Don't worry, Dana, it'll be okay."

"I'm scared, Mulder," She confessed.

"After nine years of chasing aliens and monsters, after coming within inches of death countless times, after all we've been through, now you're scared?"

"Yes, I know it's silly, and I know we'll be fine, but still..." she trailed off.

"I understand." He touched her cheek affectionately. Then they continued packing.