Okay, this is definitely not what you'd expect, but I hope you like it.

Let me know if you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in thie fic, Samara belongs to whoever she belongs to, and Hannibal and Clarice belong to each other. Awwwww... that was so cute. Haha, yeah, I'm lame.

Peace,

Diana

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"Honey, I'm tired." Hannibal told Clarice as she climbed on top of him.

"Just once more, darling, pretty pleeeease. I swear just once more."

"Alright, but just once, and I don't like it when you speak like a little kid, it lessens your class." He said making her glare at him.

"Class? You want to see class, DARLING! I'll SHOW you CLASS." She said as she straddled his lap.

That was the kind of games they played. He would say something to insult her and he knew that would turn her on even more. As soon as they started to, well, show each other's meaning of class, their T.V. came on. They both stopped and sat up. Clarice still sitting on his lap.

"We must have rolled over the remote." Clarice said as she searched for it.

"Oh... oh my...C—C-Clarice, I don't think you'll find it there." Hannibal said.

"Oh, my bad, I thought I'd gotten a hold of something."

"Oh, but you DID." Hannibal whispered almost inaudibly. "Besides," he said "it couldn't have been the remote because it's on the coffee table."

Clarice looked back over at the T.V. and hugged herself to Hannibal.

A strange video began to play. A woman with long, black hair, brushing her hair in front of a mirror.

"Ugh," Clarice said, "Redheads are so much better." The woman looked back at Clarice and said, "Well bitch, we didn't have hair dye in my time!"

Clarice jumped back as the video continued playing.

The ladder appeared on the screen, and then a few seconds later the guy from Ladder 49 running under it.

"Well, no wonder he died…" Clarice rolled her eyes.

Then the well appeared. "Hey, I've been there before, isn't that where I rescued you from the ravenous pigs?"

"Yes. I believe it is. Thank you, Clarice…" Hannibal replied in his ever so sensual voice and began to nibble on her neck drawing a little blood.

"Ouch!... Hey look! A little girl! Isn't she cute? Oh wow, scary little girl."

Samara climbed out of the T.V.

"OH SHIT! WHERE'S MY GUN WHERE'S MY GUN?"

"Clarice, you're no longer in the F.B.I. You have no gun.!"

"Yeah… I remember, my services were no longer required."

"Besides, look at her cute little face. She's so innocent…maybe we can…"

"Oh my god…" Clarice said as happy tears started falling down her cheeks.

"We can…" Hannibal reiterated. "We can… adopt her."

"Does that mean I get to keep her?" Clarice jumped excitedly, her eyes big and her smile bigger.

Samara raised and eyebrow and looked at them in confusion.

"You… WANT me?" she said as she switched to her cute girl face.

"Yes." They both replied. "Of course we want you sweetheart."

"But… I'm dead… and I'm sorry." She replied sadly.

"Well… I eat people. And I'm sorry, too." Hannibal said as he ran a hand through her silky black hair.

"And… and…" Clarice began sobbing.

"What honey, you can say it." Hannibal hugged her and then realized they were both still naked and wrapped her in a blanket.

"… my services are no longer required." She sobbed, "And on top of that, I couldn't save the lamb. And I'm sorry." This time she started crying uncontrollably until Samara's eyes brightened and she spoke again as she walked over to Clarice and hugged her.

"Maybe I can be the lamb… mommy."

Clarice smiled, and Hannibal stopped considering eating Samara for barging in on them through the T.V. And Samara finally had a mommy.

THE END