thick as thieves.

the doe;

We both know the history of violence that surrounds you

But I'm not scared, there's nothing to lose now that I've found you

And we could cruise to the news

Pico Boulevard in your used

Little bullet car if we choose

Mr. born to lose

Our honeymoon

Our honeymoon

Our honeymoon

Lana Del Rey: Honeymoon

Her pale figure was dressed in a coat, buttons conjoining against her neck. She looked panicked - relived, yet still scared. Will couldn't tell if time was slowing or if it was just his heart rate accelerating rapidly.

''Where is he?'' 

His voice didn't sound like his own. He found himself wondering if his brain was beginning to burn up again, wondered if encephalitis was coming on again.  As far as he knew, they were still leaving. Abigail's face tensed up and tears spilled down her face. Will was still dripping with rain. After all that time believing she was dead, all he wanted to do was pull her closer to him and hold her. He decided against it.

Hannibal stood close to him. He was a constant unwavering presence. A monster lurking in the darkest corners of Will's life. And yet, here Will was, handing over his life to him and welcoming him with open arms.

The likelihood of this working out was low - the FBI was on their trail. It was all so much to take in. Abigail was alive and here in front of him. Their escape was about to be made. Will felt as though he should pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

A coat had been wrapped around his shoulders. Hannibal was gathering what appeared to be three fake passports. He was calm and collected as usual, face wearing a somewhat stony expression. ''Will?''

His voice drew him out of his haze.

''Are you ready?''

He had left a note addressed to Alana regarding his 'sudden decision', the FBI, and the dogs. But mostly the dogs.

Hannibal had sorted out a place for them to stay (which was most likely one of the numerous properties he owned), new identities, clothing - whole new lives.

He was abandoning his job, his two or three friends, his dogs.

''I'm ready.'' 

Hannibal gave a nod.

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Abigail was asleep peacefully in the back. Will was surprised he wasn't. The soft lull of the drive, accompanied with the warmth from the heater and lack of light outside made it hard to stay awake. If it wasn't for the complete adrenaline high he found himself on, he'd be sleeping as well.

Will found himself evaluating his choices. It was difficult not to get lost in thought with so much time on your hands. Where were they going? How long could they stay they for? God, he hoped it would work out the way they wanted to. Then again, where had hope got him in the past?

The car came to a slow - it was an old rent car. The two of them had agreed that taking the Bentley would be too much, would make them to obvious. Will knew Hannibal was going to struggle with keeping low-key. Neither of them were sure how long they would have to lie low for. Even though, Will was willing to bet no matter how short the time period, it'd be much to long for Hannibal.

His taste was naturally expensive, and he seemed to have a habit of indulging Will.

The plan was to drive to the other side of the country until any possible rumours, presumably spread by beloved Freddie Lounds, had subsided. Then they'd leave for Europe - somewhere in Italy, knowing Hannibal.

Abigail could live with them, start a new life, head off to college. Of course, she'd have to do it all under a new name - the three of them would have to start a complete new life in general. It was hard to believe she had seen so much violence and held so much fear in her when she was resting sleeping so quietly in the back of the slowing car.

''Dinner, Will?''

''Please.''

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Dinner was leftovers, some sort of meat with pomegranate, served in the open boot of the car. Will pondered who they were eating and why they were eating them. What did they do to Hannibal?

Abigail did eventually join the two. Her limbs were slow and her body still sleepy, and thus, didn't attempt to make much conversation. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, though. The adrenaline rush of the chase which was, to Will's relief was avoided, still weighed heavy on each mind.

The quiet peace of the night on a lonely road presumably in the middle of nowhere provided such cool solace, like ice to a burn. There was still worry there at Will's shoulders - Hannibal could see it. But it had subsided, which was enough for now. He hoped to ease it out, feel the movement of his muscles under his skin and dissolve the ever present worry.

Hannibal was the one to break the silence.

''We should reach a motel in approximately two hours, where we can stay until we're back on our feet,''

Will nodded. ''How long will that take?''

''How ever long you wish for it to take.''

He forced himself to meet Hannibal's gaze, hands shifting the plastic container of food back into a cooler he had stored in the back. Abigail passed her plate along, and the three fell comfortably back into the still and noiselessness of the night. Soon it would be early morning, and they'd check into some one star motel (much to Hannibal's dismay,) and decide where to go next.

Truth be told, the plan was so different to how Will pictured it would be. He had only decided last minute to go along with it, so attached to each breath and word of Hannibal's he heard over the phone. That last call was the one that pushed him to go through with it. Neither of them had made their mind up until then, causing the complete spontaneity that this now was.

And so, well fed and worn out, Will crawled into the passenger seat. Sleep was always an enemy. Yet here, it seemed to intoxicate each of his organs and drown him in his own drowsiness. Perhaps it was because the only creatures of the night here was the one sitting beside him driving. The sleeves of his white button up around his elbows, tie askew, brows furrowed. . Hannibal was letting his guard down for Will. He let Abigail survive for Will. Hannibal let Will see him. 

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Author's note: I don't have a beta! If anyone would be interested in proofreading this fanfic in particular, I'd really really appreciate it. Also, I have no idea where this is going. Rest in piece, me. But I wrote 1k of words so, I don't really care. It's so much easier to write when it's about a piece of work/media you really love. Either way, this is truly a labor of love and I don't expect it to be much!