They sat at a small circular table, each with a plate of food in front of them and a glass of wine to the side. In the middle of the table were two lit candles. It was the perfect setting for a romantic dinner and would perhaps be enjoyable if it weren't for the company.

Scully and Edward sat across from each other. Silence surrounded them and Scully merely played with the food on her plate. Though she was starving, she could not bring herself to eat. She could not be sure of what Edward did to the food. She could not take that chance.

"Dana, what's wrong?"

Scully did not reply and simply kept playing with her food. Edward stared at her intently and suddenly reached across the table and grabbed her wrist. Scully dropped the fork she was holding and looked up.

"I asked you – what's wrong?"

Scully stared at Eddie and tried to free her hand but this only compelled Eddie to hold on tighter.

"Answer my question."

Edward was trying to contain his anger but he was failing. He once more tightened his grip on Scully's arm and her face twisted in pain.

"Let me go Edward."

Scully spoke through clenched teeth but she never lost her gaze on Eddie.

"No."

"Eddie, please …"

Scully let her desperation take over her.

"I can't do that."

"Why not? Why can't you let me go?"

Edward stood up suddenly, letting go of Scully's wrist, and unsuspectingly knocked the small table over to its side. The plates came crashing down and the candles fell, one of them extinguishing, but the other still burned and edged closer to the table cloth.

"Because you're mine Dana. You've always been mine and you will always be mine. And no one else's."

Scully sat silently and cradled her wrist. It was sore after its captivity in Eddie's grasp. She stared at the fire creeping towards the table cloth.

"Why can't you see that? I love you."

Eddie stepped closer to Scully and knelt down in front of her. He took her head in his hands and positioned her so that she was force to look at him.

"I have always loved you."

He had calmed down a bit but Scully knew that he could explode any second.

"Do you understand that Dana?"

Eddie was speaking to Scully like a child. He formed his words slowly and clearly as if she didn't quite understand what he was saying.

Scully remained quiet and tried to divert her glace from Edward but it was near impossible.

"Answer me!"

That time, Eddie let go of Scully's face dropping one hand completely and drawing the other one back. He slapped her - hard. Scully was unprepared for this and felt the full sting of the hit.

Scully quickly recovered and turned to face Edward.

"I don't love you."

Emotion drained out of Eddie's face. He stared at her in disbelief.

"What?"

"I don't love you."

Scully felt the anger building inside her and said the words another time with more conviction. She felt her strength returning and stood up from her seat. Though Eddie towered her, Scully felt tall. Her previous wounds were not yet healed and places of her body were still sore.

"I don't love you."

She said the stinging words once more, not without conviction, but with a tone that insinuated a lighthearted mood. The words simply rolled off her tongue and no longer held any meaning for her. It was simply a fact that Eddie refused to believe.

"I never have."

This was lie. Scully knew it. Edward knew it. But upon hearing those words, Edward's rage grew and Scully immediately regretted what she had said. Quickly she thought back to their courtship and recalled that she had been happy and even thought of spending the rest of her life with the man that stood before. The events of life changed that. It could not have been helped.

Edward swung his right fist once more intro Scully face. This time the force was stronger and knocked Scully off of her feet. She fell to the floor and lay there in shock. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the fire slowly growing. It was slightly bigger than before, but not quite big enough to prove to be a threat. However, she was close enough to the flame to feel the warmth upon her bruised skin.

"I … don't … believe …"

Edward stammered out the words. He stared at her and watched her slow movements to push herself up. He felt his foot move at great speed and come in contact with Scully's abdomen. With this kick, Scully rolled over and coughed. She curled slightly into a ball but then unraveled herself, leaving her body unshielded for another blow.

"If I can't … then …"

Eddie stumbled around the kitchen in search of something – Scully did not know what. She took this opportunity to regain her strength and slowly picked herself up from the ground. She coughed once more and noticed the taste of blood in her mouth. By the time Scully managed to stabilize herself on her feet, Eddie had found what he had been looking for.

He turned to face her and in his hand was a large kitchen knife. The blade was at least six inches long and the handle was held tight by Eddie's grasp. Scully's face paled and she felt a rush of adrenaline run through her body. She ran as fast as she could from the kitchen to some safe haven within the house. Eddie followedblindly.

Scully ran through the corridors which she was unfamiliar with. Each door she tried was locked until she came upon the final door at the end of the hall. Eddie was only a few steps behind her when the final door opened and Scully slipped inside.

Upon a quick glance, Scully realized that it was the room that Edward had held her captive in. She knew that the door would not lock and there was no time to rearrange the furniture to act like a buttress. Instead, Scully used all her might to push against the door. She knew that it was a battle that she could not win but she still held a small hope – the hope that somehow Mulder would find her in time.