Hannibal fanfiction!

A Break from chaos.

After hauling Hannibal ( who had gone completely limp in the arms of Will and yourself) into the house. Hannibal was placed in his bedroom and you were instructed by Will to wait in the lounge room as he took care of his own Doctor Lecter. Will called out several times for you to bring him things like a wet hand cloth, glasses of water and tweezers and after an hour or so Will left Hannibal to sleep once he was completely sure of his safety. And there he lay like an angel. Beautifully aged and very dangerous but safe none the less.

You flopped on the sofa exhausted and Will joined you on the opposite side.

He let out a tired loud sigh and you leant backwards on the cushion with your head facing directly upwards.

Will smirked.

"What?" You scoffed at him, letting a smile creep onto your face.

Will stretched out then sat up, running his hand through the hair on the back of his head.

"I thought you seemed so sweet... Until.." Will didn't finish his sentence, he just bit his smirking lip and looked away.

"Until I ran at that man, with the pole?"

"Yeah, ha, that could have been it."

Will leaned forward over to you.

You had both become close on the sofa.

"I'm not exactly the purest of angels." You sigh.

"Oh definitely not."

"Did you think I was?"

"I'd at least assume you were a virgin of some kind."

You look away from his gaze.

"I'm not."

"And that is perfectly fine."

You look back at Will, his face was warm and soft to look at. A gruff kind of sexy.

"You look nice tonight." You whisper.

"Just nice?" Will flashed a grin at you and you giggle in response.

"You know," Will said awkwardly, one hand still behind his head playing with his hair. "You'll usually find when you meet up with a guy, he will be all clean and looking his best for anything that could happen."

"How do you mean?" You stared at him intrigued.

"You know, they will have showered, worn their best shirt, they'd usually be ready for something."

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Are you ready for something to happen with me?" You asked biting your bottom lip and smiling up at Will who came closer, resting his forehead on yours. Maybe there was time to finish your date on a nicer vibe.

Will leant closer to you, his eyes glazed over as if he had turned his brain to autopilot. 

"How about we just go with the mood..."

******

Hannibal lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, his head ached but pain had never been something that had bothered him.

He had gotten what he had wanted.

Closure.

The man who had been killed in the alley way had been and old friend, but as it had turned out, this man had spent long enough on this earth.

Hannibal sat up, thinking about a previous memory. 

In the memory, Destrie had been knocked unconscious by Hannibal himself with the soap dish. She lay there as Hannibal began to operate on her, unstitching her stomach and reaching his hand inside. He felt something solid. Not muscle or bone, not an organ, but a plastic cylinder. Clear plastic with a note inside it. 

Hannibal cleanly removed the message from The opening and began to stitch it back up. His gloved hands covered in blood, as the small piece of paper which until now had been protected by the cylinder lay on the floor.

He had been right all along. When the taxi driver had assaulted her he had sent Hannibal a message. 

Hannibal looked at Destries sleeping face. She was so innocent, so unaware. 

He felt tears come to his eyes. It was his fault.

His fault that the taxi driver had been ordered to send a message to Hannibal in this horrible way.

Hannibal shook his head, waking from the memory.

Everything was okay now. He had done exactly what the note had asked of him. He had killed his friend. In exchange for a promise.

Hannibal spoke, his voice at a whisper as he leant back closing his eyes once again.

"Only to protect you Destrie, my dear."