Summary: Scully and Hannah are faced with a heartbreaking decision. Meanwhile, Hannah delves into her past and learns a shocking secret.

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Files.

CHAPTER ONE

Scully didn't sleep well for the rest of the night. It was around five am she decided to get up for the day. She tried calling Hannah's phone for the fifth time but it was still switched off.

What had she done? Hannah was still not well enough to cope on her own and she let Hannah believe she didn't love her.

She wanted Hannah back and was determined to make that happen.

Hannah woke up to find herself in a strange bed. She looked around, wondering where she was.

Then she remembered. She had just broken up with Dana and had stayed overnight at Walter's. She had told him everything and he immediately agreed to let her stay until they sorted things out.

Hannah stumbled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. The door was open ajar and she went in, getting a surprise.

Skinner was standing in front of the mirror…completely naked.

" What the-" he spluttered, his face going beet red. Hannah flushed also.

" Sorry Walter…I didn't know you were in here." She apologised as he grabbed for a towel to cover himself with.

" I should have kept the door shut." Skinner muttered and left the bathroom quickly, not meeting her eyes. Hannah escaped into the bathroom and closed the door. Then Skinner heard her chuckle and he let himself to laugh too. It was nice hearing her laugh…even if it was at his own misfortune!

Hannah briefly checked her phone and had five missed calls from Dana. She felt guilty for ignoring them but they have broken up.

She decided it was time to organise things with work. She had been on sick leave since she returned and her sick leave was almost up. She started making the calls and was relieved to hear they welcomed her back and the boss wanted her to come in next week.

Then she bought the paper and began going through the rentals. She found one that sounded nice. Two bedroom, one bathroom place with air con, furnished. She rang up the manager and made an appointment to see it. The day flew by and she got a call from Walter, asking if she wanted to meet him at the nearby restaurant for dinner.

" That would be great. I could do with a night out." She told him. Dana would have never let her do this.

She took special care in her appearance and decided to walk to the restaurant since it was just around the corner. She left her phone at home, grabbed her bag and headed out.

It was halfway down the street when she realised she was being followed once again.

Instead of running, she whirled around to face him.

" What is it!" she yelled, " What do you want of me?" her follower stepped closer. It was the man who visited her last night.

And he wasn't alone.

She was lying on a table, in a white room. She tried to sit up but found she was bound to the table. Someone covered her mouth and nose with some kind of mask. Her vision was blurry, and her whole body screamed with pain. She wanted to scream out but as she opened her mouth, nothing came out. It was if she lost her voice.

She could dimly see three people, dressed in white and their faces were covered. Who are you? She wanted to cry out, why are you doing this to me?

" Is she out yet?" a voice asked-a man's voice. He was standing at the end of the table; his blue-grey eyes studied her coldly. Her nose wrinkled as she caught a whiff of a strange smell. She sniffed again. She had smelt…smoke?

" No, she's fighting it." Another voice answered.

" Give her an extra dose then." The other man replied. The blurriness was gone and she could clearly see the man…he glared at her when he realised, the woman was staring at him.

" Hurry up…I don't want her remembering anything." The man warned the others, his voice sounded threatening.

They gave her an extra dose of whatever it was they were injecting her with and she was out like a light.

The memory swept through her so suddenly she stepped backwards. She knew this man…and the man standing behind him.

They were the ones from her nightmares.

" What are you waiting for Alex?" the older man demanded. Before she could run, the younger man snarled and made a lunge for the woman.

She fell to the ground, her head banging against the concrete. His face was the last thing she saw before her world turned black.

AD Walter Skinner sat in the restaurant, checking his watch. He was waiting for his friend Hannah to arrive, but she's at least fifteen minutes later. Hannah was normally a punctual person and the restaurant was only around the corner from his apartment.

Skinner hoped she was all right and wasn't suffering from a relapse. Hannah had been abducted…and one month later she was returned. By who or why they didn't know. Hannah had left hospital just a week ago and was still not one hundred percent better.

Then a few days ago, he received a shock-Hannah was in love with his agent, Dana Scully and that they were involved. They kept their relationship a secret because Scully wasn't ready to tell anyone yet. Up until now…two nights ago, Agent Mulder had walked in on Agent Scully and Hannah having an imitate moment together and their secret was exposed. And on that same night, Scully and Hannah argued and Hannah moved in with Skinner to have some space.

Another ten minutes went by…and still no sign.

She was moving…she was lying in the backseat of a car and going somewhere. She wasn't tied up or gagged. Not that she could move anyway…she was in too much pain and her hair felt sticky…was it blood?

Hannah opened her eyes and turned towards the voices. The two men were arguing and the younger man was waving his gun in the air.

" She is not to be harmed!" the older man snapped, " We have our orders Alex!"

" But she knows us…she recognised us. I saw it in her eyes." Alex put the gun down in his lap and concentrated on driving.

" He wants her alive." The CSM repeated.

Hannah closed her eyes again. She didn't know why they wanted her again and why she was to be kept alive. Maybe she was about to learn the truth?