A/N: Hey guys! So here's the final part for 7x03! I'm not sure what time it is where you guys are but I'm hoping I'm in time before 7x04 airs! It's nearly 2am here so I'll be watching PLL when it's uploaded to Netflix in a few hours! I think it's safe to say that there's gonna need to be some fixing for episode 4, and I'm so dying to see what the Caleb crying scene is all about and I'm hoping I won't have to fix that scene, cos I did that little one shot but, we'll see! Even if episode 4 doesn't need all that much fixing, I'll write a few more chapters to round out what I started because I've left this one a bit open rather than finishing things off all nicely like I did when I thought chapter four would be the last chapter :') Also poor Toby has been replaced by Mona...I just really love Mona okay.

I know this AN is super long but I wanted to thank you guys for all the feedback and support and I'm genuinely blown away by how many of you enjoy my writing and think I should do more of my own scenes! I only set out to fix that one episode, and I've ended up doing episode 3 even though there was a lot less to fix! But thank you all for the encouragement and lovely reviews 3

Caleb had fallen asleep on the third movie in to their impromptu Disney marathon, he still had a tight hold on Hanna, and she was perfectly fine snuggled against his chest. She knew she shouldn't be allowing this. Caleb loved her when she was her bright, happy self. She couldn't believe that after everything that had happened between them…New York…Spencer….he'd love this broken, fragile version of herself. But here he was, and he'd been by her side ever since she'd gotten back. She didn't want Caleb to get hurt, wanted to keep him far away from the sphere of her destruction, but she just couldn't stay away from him. Whenever she felt overwhelmed, whenever she had a flashback he was there, helping her through it. Comforting her. Making her feel safe again. She'd only been able to leave the house earlier because he was there, but that hadn't lasted all that long. It wasn't fair to give Caleb what he wanted, to get back together with him, when she was so broken she couldn't even leave the apartment for an entire day. When she couldn't even attempt to leave the town. After everything…he deserved more. More than what she was now. She knew he didn't care, but she just…she couldn't do that to him. She should stop letting him do this, letting him comfort her but she just couldn't. She didn't know what to do. Her phone vibrated. She shifted a little to grab it and answer before it woke up Caleb. It was Aria.

"Hanna?"

"Hey what's up?"

"We got an S.O.S from Ali, Rollins is taking her somewhere, we can track them, we're about to head out now we just wanted to let you know and we'll fill you in on what we all found out tomorrow okay?"

"Okay…." Hanna trailed off. "Wait" She could do this. She could show Caleb, show the others she wasn't weak…she wasn't broken. She could do this one thing. She'd be with the other girls. She could face Rollins. "I'm coming with you. Where are you?"

"We're at Spencer's, listen Han, are you-"

"I'll pick you up in ten" she hung up before she could back out. Hanna carefully slid out of Caleb's grasp and grabbed her jacket…his jacket. It was like an added layer of protection, like armour. She quietly grabbed her keys and headed for the door, shoes in hand. She paused in front of the door.

I can do this. I can do this. I'll be with the girls, they'll keep me safe. They won't let anything happen to me. I have to show them that I'm not completely broken. That I can still help them, that I can still help Alison. I have to face him sometime right? It won't be that bad. We'll be in the car, I can stay in the car if I have to, but I have to go out that door right now…on my own….and get the girls. I'll just be the driver. Sure Caleb will be upset when he finds out, but it'll be fine. I'll explain. Besides, if I wake Caleb and bring him, he'll probably kill Rollins and then he'll get in to a load of trouble….I have to do this myself. Ali's the one who needs help right now, she needs it and if we don't help her….he could kill her, or …or…something worse. She saw herself screaming and crying for him to stop as he shocked her again and again, in her minds eye. There are things worse than death. I can't let Ali suffer when I can help her. I can't. I have to help her, help her so she won't…so she won't end up like me. I have to do this for her. Be strong for her. For my friend. I can do this. Her hand was shaking but she managed to open the door and quietly slip out. Her hand continued to shake as she made it all the way down and outside. She stood on the threshold of the darkness and took a deep breath. She could see her car. It was right there. She continued to take some breaths, like Caleb had with her. She looked up and down the street, and didn't see a single person. She pressed the unlock button on her key fob. Heard the click and saw the lights flash as it unlocked. Taking another deep breath, she sprinted for her car, threw open the door, and threw herself in, slamming the door behind her and hitting the lock button, locking herself in the car. Breathing hard she sat there, trying to calm herself down. I'm wasting time. I'm wasting time and Alison needs us. We need to save her….save her like they didn't save me. She shakily put the keys in the ignition and threw the car in to gear, peeling away from her apartment building and heading to Spencer's.

When she arrived at Spencer's the girls where waiting outside. Aria took the passenger seat, Emily and Spencer the back seats. Emily passed her phone to Aria without comment, so Aria could navigate. Aria looked at Hanna.

"Han, are you-"

"Don't ask me if I'm sure, just tell me where I need to go. We're wasting time" Aria nodded, and then looked down at the phone as Hanna accelerated and sped away from Spencer's house. Hanna was so busy concentrating on driving and not the way her fingers where shaking on the wheel, unless she gripped it really tight, or her swirling thoughts and the panic building in her chest, that she had no idea how long they'd been driving when Aria said, "He's heading towards the lake, there's a shortcut" Aria peered out of the window, "Take a right…..here!"

Hanna did as instructed and they pulled on to a road lined with forest, pressing in on either side. Hanna ignored the voice in her head telling her it was super creepy. She didn't need to add to her building panic by admiring the terrifying scenery. A short while later, Emily's phone lost signal.

"What do I do?" Hanna said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Just keep driving in this direction" Spencer decided, as Aria handed Emily her phone back to fiddle with and try to get working again. Hanna swallowed hard. She was trying her hardest to keep the panic at bay. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Maybe I should have stayed at home, curled up with Caleb. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to do something completely stupid. These roads are quiet, there's no-ones else around what are we going to do when we catch up? Hanna subtly altered her breathing, trying to keep it steady. She barely heard Emily mention she had bars back. She did hear Spencer ominously point out that Rollins and Ali where only half a mile ahead. Half a mile and then he'll be right there. He's stopped, we'll have to face him….I'll have to face him. Half a mile. It's so dark, there's not much light, all these trees….it's just the headlights. Hanna felt the darkness imposing on her. She focused back on her breathing and was so intent on it that she nearly missed the girl in the white hospital gown go sprinting across the road, not far from the car. She didn't miss Rollins when he followed not far behind. It was like everything went in to slow motion. Rollins turned and Hanna swore he stared directly at her. She could feel his eyes boring in to her. She felt her breathing pick up. Heard her own screams in her head, heard the buzzing of the cattle prod, the sound it made as it struck her wet skin. She infinitesimally increased the pressure on the accelerator. The other girls started to scream, she might have been too. She wasn't sure. As Rollins came closer and closer Hanna moved her foot over to the brake and stamped down on it hard. She couldn't kill him, she couldn't do it. She couldn't kill another person no matter what they'd done to her. Besides they needed answers.

But it was too late. The car hit with a thud. Glass smashed. Hanna shot forward in her seat, her head connecting with something. As she fell back against her seat, she brought her hands up to push her hair out of her face….and then she looked up and immediately she tried to scream…but no sound came out. It couldn't, her throat had started to close as soon as she saw what was right in front of her. She brought her hands back down to the wheel needing something to grab on to, one hand briefly coming to her mouth shakily. She wasn't sure why. To try to stop herself from throwing up as the nausea rolled over her? Reflex? She felt her entire body start to shake and she couldn't take her eyes away from what was right in front of her. She pressed herself as far back as she could in her seat hands clenching the wheel, trying to stop the shaking. She stared in to the wide, open, eyes of Elliott Rollins. He stared back. He had to. Because he was dead. She had killed him. She had killed another person, taken a human life. It had been an accident. Hadn't it? It had. She'd tried to break. She had. But he was too close. She could feel blood on her face but she wasn't sure if it was hers or his, she prayed it was hers because if it was his…if his blood was oozing down her face….she would lose her mind. She couldn't look away, she felt tears filling her eyes. She had killed Rollins. He'd tortured her. Broken her. Made Ali think she was crazy….and she'd killed him. She felt relief that he wouldn't be able to hurt her again, she even felt a small slice of satisfaction. But predominantly, she felt awful for taking a life. It didn't matter what he'd done to her…she had killed him. She wished she had stayed on the couch wrapped up in Caleb's arms, safe. Protected. But she'd wanted to prove to him she wasn't broken…..but all she'd done was damage herself even more. She knew his dead eyes, the blood oozing out of his mouth…it would haunt her. He would haunt her. Even dead he would always be with her, always be a shadow over her. What have I done?

Caleb woke up on the couch, sore from the position he'd been sleeping in. It took him a few moments to realise he was alone. Hanna's blanket was draped over him, but she wasn't in his arms and by his side anymore. The place she had occupied was cold.

"Hanna?" He called out. No response. She can't have gone far…she couldn't. His phone buzzed, alerting him to an incoming text. He unlocked the screen and saw Mona's name, frowning, he opened the text.

I've got something.

He knew he should reply immediately, set up a meeting or just grill her over the phone, but the flat was silent. And he was worried. So he locked his phone and threw it carelessly down on to the couch. Caleb started to walk from room to room, looking for Hanna. Bathroom…no. Kitchen…..no. Bedroom…no. He started to panic, and without thinking threw open the doors of Hanna's wardrobe. There was no Hanna crouching amongst her shoes. Nor was she in any other small, enclosed space in the apartment. He'd needed to check. He knew she wouldn't be in any of those places, but he'd needed to check after not finding her in any of the rooms. Needed to delay the panic. Needed to make sure he'd checked every single square foot of the apartment. He needed to find Hanna, safe and sound, curled up in bed maybe or making tea or something. But he didn't. Hanna wasn't here. She wasn't in the apartment. She'd either left of her own accord, or she'd been taken. But if she'd been taken, he would have heard a struggle which meant….she left of her own accord. He searched the apartment again but didn't find a note. She probably thought she'd be back before I woke up. So maybe she's just gone to the store or….don't be stupid. She wouldn't have left the apartment on her own at night to go to the freaking store. She wouldn't have been able to. Maybe if she was with her friends…maybe then she might have been able to do it. That's it, she has to be with the other girls. But why? Caleb tried not to feel hurt that she'd managed without him. He liked being needed by her, even if he didn't like why she needed him. It didn't matter to Caleb if she was with the other girls. Hanna was out there, at night, in the dark. She doesn't like the dark, the dark scares her. The girls don't know that. Caleb had no idea why the girls and Hanna would be out and about at this time of the night…or morning. Something had to be wrong. Caleb started to panic, all he could see was Hanna out there in the dark without him, scared and needing him. If he wasn't with her, he couldn't protect her, what if something bad happened to her again and he wasn't there to stop it? Wasn't there to protect her? He'd failed her again. He took out his cell and started to call her…but she didn't pick up. He started to panic even more when he noticed her keys where gone. Where are you Hanna?!