Should Not Be But Is

by Xxloves-lossxX

Au: Where Will is a teacher and Hannibal is his psychiatrist until Will has an incident and Jack swoops in and eats him up. Trials and tribulations ensue and Will is being re-built by the man who wants(wanted?) to ruin him. Contains: Dubious-consent. M/M. Hannibal/Will. Blood and gore. Abuse. M/Preg. Angst. Sex later. This is an RP between myself and Mute Black Sheep. Enjoy.

1. Just the Begginning

A/N: Alright this is an RP between myself and Mute Black Sheep. We did this on another website and I did not bother to fix any errors. I am posting this up because I feel the need for all my followers to know where I have been and ALSO so everyone can see this RP that Mute and I have been working on it. Or world is an AU and there needs to be some explanation. I will explain at the end of these chapters. There will be a GREAT deal of time between these chapters because they will all be very long and since it is two people posting there is a waiting period for both of us. I hope you guys enjoy and PLEASE give Mute some love for her WONDERFUL portrayal of Hannibal Lecter. Seriously this woman deserves so much love for putting up with my pathetic attempts!

Warnings: Blood and gore, mental break downs, homosexuality, manipulation, sleep walking, bad Hannibal. And believe it or not I almost submitted this without putting up here that this will have cannibalism in it! How dare I?!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Hannibal in anyway and HELL I don't even own half of this story! GO FIGURE! Anyway all rights go to who they go to and I only take account for breaking Will even more because I am a sick and sadistic bitch and love to ruin characters. ENJOY!

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[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]The birds chirped loudly outside his window, the sun just having risen above the horizon, and will carefully opened his eyes to the bright light. His alarm was seconds from going off, will was sure, and so he simply stared up at the ceiling for a few moments, blinking his eyes, and silently sighing. It was another good day for him, no nightmares of waking up in a cold sweat, and he would get to see all his students today. Will smiled to himself and counted to five before hearing his alarm go off with a small trill. He lazily pressed his hand over the off button and sat up, feeling better than the day before when he had one of his nightmares, and then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood.

One of the dogs he kept happily ran over to him, nuzzling at his ankle, and Will chuckled before petting the pups head and standing to go shower. He grabbed his work clothes, a simple pair of pants and button down shirt, and then jumped into a nice cool shower. He didn't have to dress to fancy while teaching his class, he often left with something on his clothes anyway, but it was worth it to teach the kids. They were always so lively and eager to learn that Will was more than happy with his slightly low paying job.

Will hummed slightly as he washed his hair and shaved in the shower before getting out and finishing shaving his face. He slid into his pants and stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by his three dogs, he had more at one point but they had been adopted by a few people. Will grinned and motioned for them all to head to their food dishes and the dogs ran off to go wait for their breakfast. Will started his coffee and fed the three dogs before starting his own breakfast. Eggs were simple enough to make of course and since he wasn't the best at cooking, well eh could follow instructions well enough, he would just have to make due.

Will filled his coffee cup, simply adding sugar, and then finished his eggs before looking at his calendar. His good mood was instantly dampened a bit when he saw what day it was. His sister had set up for him to see a psychiatrist and after school he would have to go meet this ' ' and while he knew he needed it the idea was just not appealing to Will. He didn't want to sit and tell someone about his problems, he already knew how horrified his sister had been at the information, but he would just have to deal. Will sighed and ate his food, drank his coffee, and then put the dogs away before heading off to work.

It was starting to get cold already, will guessed only another week before it started to snow, and he found the prospect exciting. It was always amazing to watch the kids become so excited at the idea of playing in the snow and beside the few stuffy noses it was a great time of year for him and the kids. Will smiled to himself at the prospect and eagerly got out of his car to head into work. He greeted the other teachers with a bright smile and a wave, the others happy to see him looking so lively, and Will came into his class to start writing what they would be learning on the board. Only a few minutes later the kids filed into the class room, more than happy to see him, and then he eagerly started the lesson.

Will loved his class because not a single child caused trouble. It was so easy for him to get them to focus on what he was teach and all of the parents were more than happy to have him teach their children. Sure there were a few issues but nothing that couldn't be handle and weren't normal for kids their age. Will breezed through the lesson and beside a lunch break incident where a young boy put gum in a little girls hair there were no problems. Will finished the class with the students getting to do their homework and ask him questions if they needed before releasing his students with a bright smile. He got quite a few hugs as the kids left and he stood in the door way with a grin and his arms crossed over his chest.

He loved those kids, even with the nightmares that he had, it was amazing to see them so happy just from one of his lesions. Will guessed it did help that when he taught math he used fun objects and told it in a way that kept the kids interested. Will sighed and looked down at his watch before cursing silently to himself and then dodging into his class to grab his coat and leave for his appointment. He had a feeling he would be late, he prayed he might miss the appointment, but low and behold the traffic seemed null and void by the time Will made it onto the road and he actually made it to the office early.

Will took a deep breath, his nerves a bit high strung, and stared up at the building. From what his sister told him this Dr. Lecter was an amazing therapist. He was one of the best money could buy and since Will's sister was paying Will felt to guilty to just leave. The brunette sighed to himself and got out of his car before heading into the office. He stopped at the receptionist. "Hello. I am here to see Dr. Lecter?" The woman nodded carefully and looked over her list.

"Name please?" Will swallowed a little "Will Graham." The girl nodded and then motioned for Will to take a seat. "Dr. Lecter is just finishing with another patient and should be out soon. Would you like some water?" Will shook his head and sat down, his fingers tapping against his leg, and he waited. He didn't have to wait long before the door was opening and someone he was not expecting was stepping out. Will had expected a much… fatter man. Most therapists that he had seen were large and balding or older women who seemed to be bored with everything that was said. This man was probably on the older side, late thirties Will guessed, and his blond hair was a pleasant contrast to his skin tone. He had an intelligent look to him and Will suddenly felt like this man could see all his problems before he even spoke.

Will stood carefully and followed the other man into the room, nervously tapping his fingers against his leg and brushing some hair behind his ear. He took a deep breath as he was told to sit and he sat stiffly in the chair. There was a bit of silence and Will glanced up at Hannibal "So uh… How will this go? Usually I have to fill out some kind of… uh… test or something." Will glanced nervously to his left, rather pleased to see the room filled with books.

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Waking earlier than the sun had a very small price to pay but it was worth it. Hannibal stood over the stove, slowly sauteing mushrooms that he picked from his own garden outback. Slowly, he added onions, the two mixing giving off a wonderful aroma that quickly filled the kitchen. A small sound of delight came from him before adding the chopped liver he had stored in the fridge. He had gotten it last night from an old colleague, the man was very generous, even gave him two wonderful cuts of liver. Fresh. Eggs were quickly added in another, heated and waiting pan. Letting them cook, Hannibal added the vegetables to one side of the eggs then folded it over to make an omelet. Turning off the stove, he let his breakfast slide onto a waiting plate where he quickly garnished it with chopped chives and Fontina cheese that slowly melted on the hot omelet that became very rich and savory.

Setting the plate aside, Hannibal then poured himself a glass mug of some freshly pressed coffee. It seemed pointless to make such a fine meal for just one person. To Hannibal, a great meal set the rest of the day. If it wasn't to his standards, then he wouldn't touch it. With such a strong palette and expensive taste, only the best was expected. Cereal or a single cup of coffee would never do. Sitting at the long table, Hannibal opened the curtains that covered the french doors. Sitting at the head of the table, he ate in silence as he stared out at the lightening sky. Though there were heavy clouds that had been hanging around for a long while. He heard that it would snow soon. Looking to the large, dark, grandfather clock in the corner, Hannibal finished his meal.

Cleaning up what little mess he made, he left the kitchen for the bathroom. A quick, hot shower and dressing in an expensive suit, he was ready for work. A dark gray suit with thin, black pinstripes. His tie, a deep red and the handkerchief in his breast pocket the same color as his tie. Even his shoes, cleaned and polished. Fixing his watch, Hannibal grabbed his dark brief case and headed out to go to work. He would be getting new patients today. He had already gotten the names of the clients he would be seeing today. Heading to work wasn't too long of a trip. Like others, he lived some ways away from the city. He preferred the nice, quiet scene. "Good morning Dr. Lecter.' His secretary said quickly as she got to her feet the moment she saw him. "Good morning." He gave one nod then continued into his office. The woman smiled after him and slowly sat down with a small sigh.

"I just... I don't know how much I can take Dr. Lecter! He's... he's ALWAYS up there. Pulling the strings, won't let me sleep!" A male spoke quickly as he scratched at his arms. Hannibal looked down to his arms, the injection sites clear on his arms. This patient had been referred to Hannibal once his psychiatrist had quit. "Well first of all, what needs to stop is your addiction. There is a place where you can go to get clean and if after you are clean and you still hear this... man, then come back and see me." Hannibal quickly wrote down on the notepad and ripped out the paper with the address on it. "I will call ahead and let them know that you are coming." The man nodded and took the paper, thanking Hannibal before leaving.

The rest of the day was filled with patients that were just too stressed out and had 'epiphanies' about life and themselves that they wished to discuss with Hannibal. He had saw a woman out who had been dealing with repressed memories. She had been suffering with it for years, violent nightmares and sudden rage. He had taken a break for lunch which had been made the night before. A light salad with sesame seed dressing and shavings of radishes, grilled chicken and different kinds of seeds and nuts. His afternoon patients did not differ from his morning patients. Even the new ones, they all started off right away with a defensive attitude and snapped at every suggestion Hannibal made. He knew he would not be seeing many of these patients again. Not because he refused but because they did not get the answer they wanted.

Another woman came in who had been suffering from multiple personality disorder. He had been taking his time getting to know each personality she had. He had some notebooks set aside for such patients or ones that he found were worth their own notebook. He walked her to his office door. "I will see you again next week Lydia. Remember your practices." He reminded her before he looked over and made eye contact with bright, blue eyes. Bright yes, but so very tired. In an instant, Hannibal looked the man over and made guesses about him. "Will Graham?" He asked before stepping out and motioning him to come into his office. As Will passed him, Hannibal's light brown eyes practically scanned him before closing the door behind them.

"Sit." Hannibal gave a tight smile before he sat down in a chair opposite of another. He pulled out a new notebook from the cabinet stand next to the chair. He wrote on the front page Will's first and last name. He began to quickly list what he had gotten from just looking at him. "No test. How about we start with, how are you today? Start with the formalities then continue on from there." Hannibal glanced up at Will from his notebook. He filled up a page, front and back with things he saw and thought about Will. Reaching over, he clicked the record button on the recorder before Will started. This was always common for psychiatrists to record the sessions in case they had to go back and listen to their conversation. "It is November twenty seven twenty thirteen. The time is four in the afternoon. Tell me Will, how did you sleep?" He could see from just looking at Will's face that he had many restless nights and didn't get much sleep too often.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will was pleasantly surprised when Dr. Lecter said that he wouldn't be taking any test but silently watched the man as he started writing things down. That was a first actually, Will hadn't every had a therapist that actually cared enough to write information down, and to see it gave him a small amount of hope. When Hannibal told him to tell him how he was Will was a little confused and a bit unsure as what to say. He guessed he was alright, today had been a good day, so he guessed that he could just say that. "I am alright. Today was a good day. The kids at the School were all active and with the snow coming so soon their all excited. It keeps me active and focused." Will shifted in his seat.

He didn't like being analyzed like he was, honestly he felt like a specimen in a lab rather than a person, but at the same time it was nice to see some interest from the person who was supposed to be helping him. Will Shifted as the other man started the recording, his nerves jumping up a notch, and he leaned back in his seat. "I slept well last night… I didn't have any nightmares. This week hasn't been good though… I made the mistake of watching the new earlier this week and beside last night have been plagued with nightmares." Will clasped his hands together in front of him, staring at the bottom of Hannibals desk instead of at the man himself.

The nest question asked Will wasn't surprised by. He heard it so often these day's from his sister that he was prepared to answer it. He just hoped this wouldn't wind him up in a psych ward. "The nightmare… It was… Uh it was about that triple homicide. The father who came home and killed his two kids and his wife? I dreamt of that but…" Will trailed off before looking up at Dr. Lecter "I was the one doing the killing. I could feel the anger, the hatred toward that woman and her children, and I knew exactly what I was doing. I walked into 'our' room first and killed her in the bed, slit her throat first then stabbed her twenty seven time. Then while still covered in blood I walk down the hall and smothered the first boy with a pillow and the second boy as well." William shuddered at the memory.

"I woke up after that…. I fell asleep again and dreamt of stabbing that woman over and over. It doesn't sound to horrible but it's the JOY I felt during the dream… even as he blood poured off the bed and started filling up the room. It's always the same with these dreams. I always feel what the killers feel. I feel excitement, joy, anger, disgust, everything and when I wake up I am disgusted with myself." Will took a deep breath "and it doesn't just happen when I am asleep. If I see it on the news I often find myself drifting and putting myself in the killers position… what he might have done, or said, or thought." Will shuddered again and sat up a little straighter.

"It makes me sick sometimes… and other times I AGREE with it. That's the part that scares me. I could never hurt people, I don't have it in me, but to dream these things and think them? Its just so horrible." Will rubbed at his temple and took a deep breath.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"You work at a school? What grade do you teach?" Hannibal looked up from his notepad and crossed one leg over the other, his hands finding a comfortable position in his lap with the black notebook. "Do you look forward to the snow, or do you dread it?" Of course every question had its purpose, it had a reason and there was always more behind it then a simple question. Hannibal could tell that this man, Will would be a very different case than the other ones he had. Not just by the way he held himself, but the way he shifted, the look he had in his eyes as he looked up at him and around the room, often avoiding eye contact. No matter how much Hannibal stared at Will, the man always avoided his eyes. Maybe he saw what others didn't?

Hannibal continued to apply the pressure of his stare, letting it weigh on Will. "What kind of nightmares are you having Will?" He asked as he picked up his pencil and began to write things down, listening and continued to write as Will spoke about his nightmare. His writing slowed down as Will spoke then paused. As he paused Hannibal stopped writing and looked up to meet Will's tired, blue eyes. Hannibal's brows furrowed slightly. He stopped writing to watch Will as he went on and told him how in his nightmare, he was the one killing the family. Stabbing the woman, slitting her throat and smothering the two young boys. Slowly, Hannibal nodded and began to quickly write in the notebook. Just as he thought, this one would be interesting. He was happy that he had gotten a note book out just for Will.

"Do you ever lose track of time? If you have one of those moments while awake, does it carry on for long periods of time? Do you find yourself missing memories?" Hannibal stopped writing to look up at him as he spoke. "Will, there really isn't anything wrong with you. Unlike many people, you over empathize with people. Just not anybody though. It's the extreme cases you put yourself in. Where many of these killers have no empathy, you have too much of it. Certain stories can really reach you, pull you into that world and let you experience it all.

For somebody like you, it is common. It is nothing to fear. You are not crazy, I can assure you that. But I would like to keep seeing your after this appointment. Sometimes... sometimes you can lose yourself in the minds of others. The line between the two worlds blur and you can easily lose yourself in one, convincing yourself that it is reality. I wish to keep you from going into that world and keep you in this one, reality." Hannibal pulled back his shoulders for a moment before he scribbled some notes down in the booklet again. "How many night a month would you say you have these nightmares? About how long do they last? Do these nightmares continue on for days, weeks, months? It's very important that I know these details."

Hannibal rose from his seat and walked over to his desk, pulling out an empty notebook. Bringing it over to Will, he handed it to him. "When you do have these nightmares, I ask that you record them when you wake. What is was about, the detail of everything and every emotion you felt. I also ask that you keep this with you at all times. So if you have an episode while awake to record the same things but as well as what time you think you might have slipped into it and what time it is when you come to." Hannibal handed it off then returned back the the seat opposite of Will's. "I know it may seem like a hassle, but it will help me understand more of what you go through." Hannibal returned to writing a few things down.

"I truly wish to help you Will. I have never met anybody with a case of too much empathy and whatever you go through, I will be there to help you with it, to bring you back, to do anything to keep you here." Already, he was already dedicated to this case, to Will. He wished to see more of what Will had, to keep him there. It wasn't odd that Hannibal found this very interesting, but to already be so engrossed in it, to be willing to do anything. Maybe Will could even be of some use to him in the future. It would be beneficial to the both of them.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will nodded when he was asked if he looked forward to the snow, answering each question quite easily. "I work in an elementary school." And then the other was asking him if he ever lost time and Will only nodded. He always lost time when he had his waking episodes. They blocked his mind from reality and he couldn't really tell what was going on in the real world. As Dr. Lecter went on Will felt a bit of a reprieve from the nervousness that he had previously. It seemed that this man truly was going to help him, he seemed to determined, and to know that the other was so focused on him made Will very happy. It had been so long since he had someone believe him and understand him.

When the other brought him a notebook Will reached into his bag that he had brought in with him and pulled out one that he already had. "These nightmares often last a week, maybe two, they vary from time to time but they are always about the same subject. A few times I find that the people in them change to people I know… those are the ones I can't stand. They disorient me and I feel like I actually committed the crime even though I know that I have not." Will shifted a little more, running a hand through his hair. Will sighed in relief when the other said that he truly wanted to help him, to make sure that he knew what was, and wasn't, reality.

"You will be the first Dr. Lecter." Will gave the man a small smile before realizing that their session was over and Hannibal had another patient to see. "I guess I will make an appointment to come back next week? I will be sure to write down all the information that you told me too." Will held his hand out for the other to shake and then soon after he left. He smiled at the receptionist and made an appointment as instructed by before leaving to go back home. Will decided it would be a good idea to call his sister and tell her about how well the appointment had went.

When Will got home he called up the woman and was greeted by her pleasantly happy voice. "Will! How was the appointment?" Will smiled to himself and sighed. "It went really well. I thought that he would… you know just brush me off like the others but he seemed to honestly care. I was completely surprised…also he's nothing like I thought he would be. Most of the therapists I have seen were not as… young." The woman on the other end of the line chuckled to herself.

"I thought you would notice. He's not much older than you Will… Well he is a bit older but he's not like sixty or something. I thought that it would be an attraction point to have someone a little closer to your own age talking to you." Will chuckled and silently nodded to himself "Yeah it did. Anyway I just wanted you to know that the appointment went well. I need to walk the dogs now so I will talk to you later." The woman on the other end of the line bid a farewell and Will hung up the phone before going to walk his dogs. He silently contemplated about having left his filled note book with Hannibal, one he had started at the beginning of the year, but he guessed that the other would make good use of it. It was filled to the brim so hopefully that meant it would be of use.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"Yes, the line blurs and your mind substitutes the people you don't know with the people you do to make it more understandable for you." He spoke as he took the notebook Will handed to him. Hannibal flipped through the first few pages then closed it, setting it next to him. "Thank you for that. I will take a look at it." He promised. Giving Will a small smile, Hannibal stood, fixed his coat then led him over to the door. "I thank you for coming to see me. Yes, I would like to see you at least once a week. If you need, you can come in whenever you feel the need to and to call me if you are having an episode." Hannibal reached over to his desk and pulled out a personal business card, handing it to Will.

The session was short because it was simply a consolation. It gave Will the opportunity to decide if he wanted to come back or not. It also gave Hannibal the chance to decide if he would take on Will's case or not. When Will held out his hand, Hannibal grasped the male's hand and shook it. He nodded to Will and stood with the door open for a few moments until Will was gone before closing it and walking back to the seat to grab the two notebooks. His own and Will's. Hannibal sat at his desk, asking his receptionist if she could bring him some coffee. He had his own notebook opened and on his right side, pencil in hand, the other notebook sat open at his left side. Hannibal began to read each entry that Will had wrote.

It seemed to start of slow. A few nightmares here and there. Small flashes during the day. Nothing more, nothing big. Hannibal noticed that as he read on, it got progressively worse and worse. Even a few entries where the writing was not Will's. It was a mess, sloppy and wasn't even written on the lines, the words curving and trailing down the page. Those were the pages where Hannibal guess Will was in his state and writing it all down through the killer's eyes. It still amazed him that somebody could identify and understand criminals so easily. It was a shock that he wasn't on the police force. Hannibal would have to keep them away from Will. He was sure they would eventually catch wind of Will's abilities and come for him to work for them. He wouldn't allow it. If they got a hold of Will then without a doubt, he would be found out and the Organ Grinder would be found out. Though Hannibal found the name to be rather odd, it was so very fitting. Of course he didn't come up with the name.

Tapping the desk, Hannibal closed both notebooks and put them away in his brief case as his secretary came in with his coffee and the next patient. He sat back in the same seat and talked with the woman. Though he knew her well to know what she was going through, he could not take his mind off of Will's case. Once she had gone, Hannibal pulled the notebooks out again, reading through Wills more.

As it got later, Hannibal packed up and left his office after his secretary. He had lived some ways away from the city, again, like many had. It wasn't uncommon. The sky was already dark when he stepped out of his office. The temperature had dropped severely and the sun was already gone, out of sight. Hannibal unlocked his car, setting his briefcase in the back seat before driving off. It was around nine after all when he left his office. Driving out of the city took about a good thirty minutes and he was almost half way home when he came to a sudden stop. Hannibal stared at the figure just out of the reach of his head lights. Dogs barked around the figure and Hannibal slowly removed his seat belt. On edge, he got out of his car, standing at the open door. Squinting into the darkness he could tell that the figure was male.

"Hello? Are you alright?" He called out, slowly making his way over. The figure became very familiar. "Will?" Hannibal relaxed as he walked quickly over to the man. He was standing still, perfectly still. His arms were freezing, he didn't have a coat on. He must have been standing there for a very long time to be so cold. "Will!" Hannibal took the male's shoulders in his hands and carefully shook him. The dogs at their feet barked and moved around, the leashes wrapping around Hannibal's and Will's legs. "Will! Wake up!" He gave him a hard shake this time until he came around. "Will, it is November twenty seventh, twenty thirteen." Hannibal quickly looked at his watch. "It is nine forty five in the evening. Do you know where you are? How you got here?" Hannibal still held Will's shoulders in his hands.

Hannibal let Will's shoulders go and removed his coat. He put it around Will's shoulders. "You are freezing cold. You must have been out here for quite some time." Glancing down at the dogs, he took the leashes then led all four of them to the car. "Get in. You can warm up in there." Hannibal opened the passenger door and helped Will in before opening up the back door to let the dogs jump into the car. Once seated in the drivers seat, Hannibal closed the drivers door and turned up the heater. "Get your hands in front of the vents." He guided Will's hands to the vents where hot air blew out. "What is the last thing you remembered Will? What did you see this time?"[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will started his walk without any trouble. He leashed up the dogs and headed out the door, all of them pulling excitedly, and left his coat at home. He wasn't taking them on a long walk, they weren't very energetic dogs, and he looked down at his watch. It read that it was five and will only expected to be walking the dogs for a short while, an hour at most, and so he started on his walk. He walked through the town, smiling and greeting a few of his students, not bothering to pay much attention to the direction he was going because he knew the town so well. He knew how to get home when he needed to get home.

Will was walking by a café when he heard the news and like the fool he was at times he turned to look. A murder suicide at the college down the road. A young women killed her boyfriend and then herself in a manic fit of depression brought on by drugs and a lack of sleep. Will stared at the image on the screen of the murder scene and then suddenly everything was fading away. He was the one who was drugged, having spent nights and nights awake, and he found the young man laying in bed sleeping like he couldn't. Anger and jealousy over such a silly thing engulfed him and Will grabbed the gun that they kept in the night stand in case of a break in.

He held the gun up, his only intent to scare the other when he woke up, and he kicked the mattress. It wasn't so funny of a joke though as the drugs spun in his system, making the world waver, and when the other man opened his eyes his face changed to a monster and with a scream Will shot him. The next moment filled him with horror, the gore in his mind far surpassing the rather small mess, and he took a horrifying step back. He couldn't believe he had killed him, he shouldn't have, couldn't have, done that and yet the other man wasn't moving.

Will felt shame, guilt, anger, and depression swallow him and he knew the only way to repent for what he had just done was to pull the trigger again. He raised the gun to his own head, pressing the barrel against the underside of his chin, and with sobbing tears pulled the trigger. It the next moment Will was staring at Hannibal, his dogs whimpering and barking at him, and he had no idea where he was. Will blinked slowly, his brain taking a moment to catch up, and then he realized how cold he was. He shuddered and shivered as Hannibal put his coat over him.

"I… How? Dr. Lecter I have no idea where I am.. last time I looked at my watch it was five thirty." Will shivered and his teeth started chattering at they got in the car, the dogs happily getting into the warmth and laying down like Will had trained them. "I-I think… th-that I w-walked." Will shivered, placing his hand over the vents and slowly felt a tingle start up in his partially frozen fingers. "I… I was walking my dogs past the CAFÉ…. On third and fourth across from the all day, late night, deli." Will shifted his feet and winced "I have a feeling that is quite a ways away from his considering I live inside the city." Will shivered again and pulled his hands away from the vent, staring down at them in his lap, and he took a deep breath.

"I saw a murder on the tv in the café, a murder suicide, usually those don't affect me but this time it got in my head. It was just supposed to be a joke… The gun wasn't supposed to be loaded but the drugs… Oh god I should have checked to make sure-… no SHE should have made sure there were no bullets in the gun. It wasn't me…. It wasn't me."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"Will, that was four hours ago." Hannibal reached over to pull Will's hands back to the vents to get the blood moving again. "From there? That's about six miles from here." Hannibal looked at Will with furrowed brows. When Will pulled his hands from the vent, Hannibal pulled his own back. "Listen, you are Will Graham. You are not that woman, you are not anybody else BUT Will Graham." Hannibal reached over to pull Will's hands back to the vents to keep them warmed up. "What is the longest you remember being out for?" Hannibal turned up the heat again, glancing back to the dogs in the back. He reached over to touch one, feeling that the dogs too had warmed up. Hannibal turned back around to look at Will again.

"I will be taking you back to my home. After having such an episode I would like to keep an eye on you tonight. I do not believe that you will be nightmare free tonight." Especially with two recent episodes. It would be best, though a little far for a therapist, it would be best for Will. "Do you live alone?" Hannibal asked as he started up the car and continued down the road. Looking to the small screen that displayed the time, date and temperature outside the car, he saw that it was reading into the mid forties. Hannibal glanced back to Will again. How could somebody walk in such weather without even realizing it? How was he still on his feet let alone unharmed? It was surprising that he wasn't hit by a car or had fallen.

"It's going to be snowing soon." He furrowed his brows. "You were out in this cold for four hours." It was still quite a shock to Hannibal. Once they reached his home, he let Will out then grabbed his briefcase and the leashes. He led the four guests into his home. It was warm inside. Well insulated to keep the heat in and the cold out. "Sit, I'll make you some coffee." He unhooked the leashes to let the dogs lay down where they pleased to. Hannibal left Will in the living room while he went into the kitchen to make them both some coffee and perhaps a late dinner. He was sure Will hadn't eaten anything. So he went right a head and began to cook after bringing Will the mug of coffee. Hannibal pulled out some chicken that he had meant to cook for tomorrows dinner. He cooked it in a sauce of mushrooms, rosemary and garlic. He set it over a bed of wild rice with steams broccoli.

Hannibal brought their plates out to the living room, handing him a plate before sitting down in one of the chairs at the table. "I hope you do not mind me having you stay here tonight. I just think it will be in your best interest if you did and for your safety. Will, in times when you are faced with news of killings or death of any kind, you have to remind yourself of who you are. If you feel yourself slipping, you have to have something that can pull you back from entering that alternate reality. We need to find what can bring you back from it all." Hannibal glanced to the dogs. They had been with him the entire time and it didn't keep him from slipping. He took a bite of the meal. It had to be something that would really bring him back and keep him there. But Will also had to recognize when he was slipping and tell the different between that and being tired or how to tell if he was in that other reality.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will winced slightly when Hannibal told him how long he had been out for and then his hands were placed back up to the vents, the tingling sensation building as the blood warmed his numb fingers. When the other asked the longest time that he had been out Will had a hard time answering. It wasn't often that he had these kind of episodes but they had increased lately. "I don't… I think the longest one was an hour but I didn't go anywhere. I think it was because I was walking the dogs." Will took a deep breath, the others words reassuring him.

When Hannibal said that he would be taking will home with him the male felt sort of like a lost puppy and more than a little like he was intruding. Will was silent for a moment, just staring down at his hands, which he had back in his lap, and then he sighed "Yes I live alone. Beside the dogs that it." Will shivered again and looked back at the dog who seemed to be doing alright. They were fine in the cold, they all had longer fur, and most likely were only stressed from the long walk and the fact that Will had been so stressed. Will reached back and carefully pet each one, giving a sort of reassurance that everything was fine now.

Will winced when the other mentioned how long he was out for again and he sat silently in the car. The ride to Hannibals wasn't horribly long and once they reached the other males house Will limped slightly inside, feeling quite a few broken open blisters and a twinge from his ankle he hadn't notice before from the cold. Will nodded when the other offered to get come coffee and sat on couch. He pulled off his shoes to get a good look at the damage and was relieved that it wasn't anything more than a few broken blisters. He guessed it was because he was used to walking the dogs and being on his feet a lot thanks to his students.

The dogs all comfortably sat around Will, letting him reach down and pet them before they laid down for some sleep after their not so fun adventure with their master. Will guessed the only reason he was completely unharmed was because of the dogs, he had trained them very well, and most likely they had steered him out of danger when it came close. Will was also glad he had decided to feed them before going on the walk or else he would feel much more guilty about staying with Hannibal that night. When the man came back with not only coffee but some food Will gave him a grateful look.

"Thank you, really, you're doing a lot for me than most people have ever done." Will sipped at the coffee, feeling relieved, and moved to the table to sit. The dogs simply raised their heads before going back to sleep and Will just sighed at Hannibal's next statement. "I don't… Honestly I don't know if that's possible. I had an episode once while my sister was around and she tried everything she knew to get me out of it. I love my sister and the fact that she couldn't break me out it… I honestly wonder if it's possible." Will stared sown at his plate. "I also wonder how long it will be until the episodes don't just last minutes, or hours… I don't think I would survive if they went on for a day or two." Will sighed and took another bite of food before looking at the dogs.

"I guess I was lucky I had them with me. Their good dogs, well trained, I trained them to be guide dogs for the blind a while back, I do that for all my dogs, so I am pretty sure they are the only reason I wasn't seriously injured. Also I am sorry if they shed. I just groomed them yesterday but since their all long haired you just can't get it all done until they finish shedding." Will chuckled slightly as he saw tails start wagging, the dogs knowing better than going up to the dinner table, and then he went back to eating. "You did break me out of it though… If I think about it I probably still had some time left in that… whatever you call it."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"I have already told you that I will help you Will." Hannibal didn't take his own words lightly. He was always serious about what he said and what he meant. "It is possible. The only thing that will take time is finding it. Finding out what can bring you back. That might mean having to go into that state willingly to test out a few things. There is always something, there is always an anchor. Many times, when a person experiences such states, it is a person that can bring them back. They often have to rely on that person to keep them close and to keep a close eye on them. It can be a little much, but if it helps you keep a grip on reality then it will all be worth the trouble." Hannibal said confidently before taking some chicken and rice on the fork to put into his mouth.

"That is why we will have to find what can either bring you back or keep you here before these episodes last any longer. For it to jump from one hour to four, that can be a dangerous sign Will. Either that or because you were outside. You were not held back by walls. Though in many cases, you can leave your home without even meaning to in that state. Many things can happen." Hannibal picked up the glass mug, drinking from it as he glanced down to the dogs. "Yes, it is a good thing you had them. But what about next time? What if you don't have them then? Or if you're at work and it happens? We may have to rush to find an answer Will." He waved off Will's apology. "Do not apologize for nature. A simple cleaning can take care of it. There is no reason to apologize for it." Hannibal set down the mug and looked over to Will. "Yes, I too think you had more time. If anything it is an alternate reality."

Hannibal finished his meal, a little conversation going on between them as they spoke. "If you do not mind, I would actually like to test a few things out that could bring you back. Noises, commands, simple things like that if you consent. If you do not wish to, I understand. You've already spent enough time lost in another reality." Hannibal stood and took their empty plates into the kitchen, washing them up, drying them and putting them away. He never let things sit or dry in a dish rack. If he started it, he would always finish it. "Are you still cold?" He asked once he walked back to the table, returning to his previous seat.

"Do you have any previous cases of sleep walking? Without dreams or nightmares." It wasn't uncommon for somebody with these problems to sleep walk, thrash around in their sleep or even talk. Hannibal began to wonder if Will went through any of those. He wouldn't know unless somebody was there to watch over him as he slept. Hannibal shifted in his seat. He wouldn't unless if he got consent from Will, it would help them both out to know.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will sighed as Hannibal went one, simply nodding his head as the other spoke. "I know Dr. Lecter, I know. I was very lucky this time I had them with me and I have to count my stars that they still remembered their training. I can't rely on them all the time and I didn't mean as such when I said that… I was just stating that it was a close call. I can't imagine what would happen if I had an episode at school… I could end up hurting one of the children and that…that's what I fear the most. I love my job Doctor, I wouldn't leave it for anything in the world." Will sighed heavily and continued to eat his meal. There was not much conversation between them but enough to seem interesting and the silence that was there was actually quite pleasant.

When Hannibal made his next suggestion Will shifted nervously, his hands pulling at the hem of his shirt and went silent as the other took his plate into the kitchen. When Hannibal came back will was still sipping at his coffee and seemed to be rather on edge still. The next question had Will sighing before looking down at his lap. "I used to sleep walk when I was young yes. I haven't in a long while though… beside once while I was in college." Will shifted and looked towards the dogs again, still debating on putting himself in that alternate state willingly.

"If… If you think it will help me I will gladly go into that alternate state but… we have to try tonight. I will already be having nightmares but sometimes if I slip into that state more than once or twice, even if only for a minute, then the moments can kind of cancel out and the dream will be too confusing to be a nightmare. Of course that doesn't always work." Will shifted again and shook his head when asked if he was still cold. "Just promise you will try and get me out. Shake me if you have to.. hit me even. I don't think I could handle being stuck like that for hours again."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"I think it will get us closer to finding out what can bring you back. Everybody has something that brings them back, no matter what. We will then. You will be safe here with me. I assure you." Hannibal stood from his chair, fixing the blazer he wore, his coat still around Will's shoulders. "Come." He motioned for Will to follow him. Hannibal led Will to another room and motioned for him to sit on the couch. While he did, Hannibal gathered a few selected things, setting them on the table that sat in front of the couch.

"Now Will,' Hannibal sat on the table, in front of Will. 'close your eyes. I am sure you remember, a year ago. That shooting at the school. Take yourself back to then. In the killer's place. The gun he held, the smell of gunpowder coating you. The library empty, echos of cries, screaming and moaning of pain. The blood that lay at your feet and the trails from students who managed to get away." Hannibal was a very detailed memory. He remembered watching the news about it and the footage that they got of the scene.

He was trying to paint a vivid image for Will to set him back in that place. Hannibal waited until Will was gone, testing by touching his shoulder, waiting for a reaction. "Can you hear me Will?" He asked, once he got no response, Hannibal picked up the first object. A wine glass. It seemed odd to have a wine glass as a test object, but Hannibal was looking for sounds that weren't commonly heard. Licking his finger, he slowly dragged it around the rim of the glass, the low tone loud in his ears. Looking up, he found that there had been no reaction. Setting it down, he picked up another object. Tuning fork. Hitting it against the table, it vibrated, which Hannibal raised to Will's ear. Nothing.

An hour later, Hannibal had broke several dishes, dented several old pans with one of the legs from the broken table. He had his blazer, vest and tie removed, tossed on an empty chair. Sleeves rolled up past his elbows and hair disheveled from his rapid movements. Hannibal kicked over a pile of pans that he had stacked up. They clattered loudly to the floor, sliding off the carpet onto the hard wood floor. Finally, Hannibal reached over and touched Will's face. "Will?!" He talked loud enough. He had spent an hour ruining things around his home to bring him back and none of it worked. He was frustrated, tired and shocked that NONE of it had worked! He was sure all the loud noises would bring him back, that even the noises he didn't hear every day would have worked. Hannibal looked over his shoulder at the broken table, the shattered glass on the floor and the mess he had made.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will was nervous and rather scared as the other guided him over the other couch. He sat down with a silent sigh and watched as Hannibal started grabbing things and putting them on the table for them to use. Will blinked carefully as the other sat in front of him, a small bit of skepticism in his eyes, but then the other was bringing him back. Unfortunately the exact moment that Hannibal picked was one that Will remembered and dreaded the most. He heard the others words but before he could tell him to stop and fell into the alternate world in his mind. Will plunged into the world, ignorant of what was going on around him, and silently wanted to curse Hannibal.

Will suddenly found himself filled with so much pain, so much anger, so much depression and hurt. He found himself ashamed and the gun in his hand a sudden pleasant weight. His feet pressed lightly on the ground as he walked, his clear intention the library where his targets were hiding away, and he grinned sickly. He had his reasons to do what he was doing and the joy his felt was the strongest pulsing point. Will pushed the door open and with a laugh he lifted the gun and shot out. The teacher in the room was the first to be hit, the brainy nerd the second. The silent reader in the back made a nice brain matter and blood splatter on the wall. The slut for class 4b that always teased him was fourth, he shot her in the stomach first, and then next was the Jock who was trying to get those left out while he was distracted.

Will grinned wickedly as he shot the other two, wide eyes facing him in concern and fear, before he rounded on the teacher who was laying on the ground clutching his shoulder. He was just a substitute, only there for the day and usually taught the snot nosed brats instead, but those blue eyes just begged for the bullet he wanted to but in his head. Will raised the gun to fire when the library door flew open with a bang. Gunshots rung out and they hit him in the chest, the shoulder, and the stomach. They burned at his skin and Will fell to the ground, watching as his own body stood on shaky legs and stared at him in shock like he hadn't been there the whole time.

Suddenly will felt a warmth on his cheek, the world around the alternated reality starting to fade, and he heard his name being shouted. Will felt that warmth for into a hand and then with a sudden gasp he came back. Will jerked away from Hannibal and then full on slapped him, tears free flowing and a look of utter disgust on his face. "DON'T ******** TOUCH ME!" Will stood and took a few steps away from Hannibal, his whole body shaking. "I can't believe you even used that incident! You should be surprised it didn't work! Don't you pay attention to the news?! I WAS THERE! That incident is the whole reason I even started seeing therapists!" Will rubbed at his tears, feeling very, very, dizzy. "It was bad enough having to be there while I was myself, I don't need to be there while I am HIM either!" Will sobbed out. Obviously he was far more distressed than when he had woken from the last one. He swayed on his feet, tangling on hand in his hair as the world spun.

"D-Dammnit… What the hell-" And with that Will promptly passed out.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal wasn't expecting Will to come out in that way, he had and he sure didn't expect to be slapped in the face and so hard. Hannibal's face turned with the impact of the male's hand meeting his face, which also gave him a stun and a red mark on his face. He was just as shocked as Will was. Hannibal didn't reach up to touch his face, he didn't lash out at Will. There was no way that Hannibal knew that Will was the teacher that had first been shot. He knew it was a teacher, but not Will.

Hannibal stood back, letting Will take out his anger, not defending himself, not yet. Finally, he moved forward just a little bit towards Will, his hand out slightly, palm up. "Will, I am sorry." That was all he could get out, Will was clearly getting more and more distressed. As his legs gave out, Hannibal moved forward, quickly and caught Will before he hit the floor. Guess that was enough for the night. Hannibal wasn't sure if Will would come back after this incident. He really hopped he did so Will wouldn't have to bounce to different therapists. Shifting, Hannibal picked Will up and carried him to the guest room, which was done the hall from his own bedroom. It was late anyways. He wasn't sure if Will would wake later or if he'd sleep through the morning. Setting the male down, Hannibal removed his shoes then covered him up half way with the blanket.

Hannibal tugged on the collar of Will's shirt. "Of course." Hannibal looked at the scar on his shoulder before putting his collar back and covering him up all the way with the blanket. Before closing the door, Will's dogs slipped into the bedroom, walking over to the bed before laying down on the floor. Closing the door, Hannibal went to his study to pull out Will's journal. He looked for that incident and found it only a page after where he had stopped reading. A hand setting on the page and the other at his side, Hannibal sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. If only he had read on just a little more, if only he had known about it before sending Will back into that nightmare that he had to live through. Then again, maybe it was best that they used that one.

One that was so strong, it would take a lot to bring Will back. If they found something that could bring him back from that then they could bring him back from any of them. Slowly sitting down, Hannibal went back to reading through Will's journal, writing in his own note book about what he found inside. He recorded their experiment before he finally got tired and headed for his own bed. Though even as he laid down, the blankest stopping at his mid chest, Hannibal could still not find sleep no matter how tired he grew. His mind a buzzing, it was just filled about what he had seen. Though in Will's head he relived the incident through the killer's eyes, on the outside he shook and trembled. At one point it looked like he was having a seizure. Hannibal rolled over onto his side, his hand slipping under the first pillow his head was resting on before he finally fell asleep.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will slipped into a straight black out, not dreaming about a single thing, as he did so often after reliving that particular nightmare. There was no need to see it in his dreams because he had already seen that incident in person so the reality of that situation was to real for his mind to put himself in the position of the killer more than once. Will slept for a long while, floating in the black peace that was his vacant mind. By the time Will finally woke up again he was feeling lethargic and as if he had slept far to long. He often didn't wake up any later than six, even on his day's off, because he so often had to walk the dogs, so when he looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it read eight he could understand why he was so groggy.

He couldn't figure out though why he had a clock on his left nightstand though, or when his clock had changed color, and for a moment hw was very confused as to where he was at. It came back to him with a sudden rush and Will was closing his eyes as he remembered what had happened the ngiht before. He couldn't believe that he had actually hit DR. Lecter. He shouldn't have done that, it wasn't the other mans fault that he had sent him into that world, and Will didn't know why he had done it. He guessed it was because he was still feeling that boy's anger, because Will never lost himself in that world, and so he had lashed out.

Will carefully sat up, pushing the covers off his body, and then carefully got out of bed. He listened silently for any noise outside the bedroom door and heard the small sounds of life, the dogs not in the bedroom with him anymore, and he carefully stepped out. Will made his way to what he assumed was the bathroom across the hall, and thankfully he was right, and looked himself over in the mirror. He had dark circles under his eyes, even though he had just slept so long, and he looked slightly paler than usual. He looked like a man worn down by time and illness and for Will he certainly felt that way. His feet were aching a bit and his joints were a bit sore from the missing four hours yesterday, but all in all he wasn't feeling to horrible.

Will used the restroom, washed his hands, and then left to go say his apologies to Hannibal. The room was now cleaned up, looking much nicer than the glance he had gotten the night before, and Hannibal was in the kitchen. Will made his way over, the dogs coming out wagging their tails and greeting him, and he carefully looked at Hannibal. The man's cheek still showed evidence of the slap and Will felt his guilt rise. "I am so sorry about slapping you last night." Will leaned against the entry way and crossed his arms over his stomach. "I didn't mean to… well I did but I mean I don't usually slap people. It wasn't your fault that you picked that "incident" to use so I shouldn't have taken it out on you" Will didn't look at Hannibal, refusing to meet his gaze.

Will decided he wasn't going to mention the fact that when Hannibal had touched him, and called his name, it had helped pull him out of the state he was in. He knew how that incident usually ended and was never the way it had last night. Usually Will would feel regret when he saw the look of horror on his own face, and then feel like he had done everything wrong when he saw himself try to stop the bleeding on him. Will had seen that in the boy's face when, against everything he should have done, he tried to save the boy who had just shot up the school. The boy still died of course but will clearly saw the regret and remorse and heard it in the boy's voice when he had started crying and saying he was sorry. Will knew he should have still felt those things and seen that last part but Hannibals touch, and shout, had broken the hold before that occurred.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal didn't sleep too long, never really did. He was always so used to late nights and early mornings. He had always been like that. Always since he was young he had this sleeping routine. It never changed and it never bothered him. Getting up, Hannibal walked into the master bathroom that was attached to his bedroom. Showering, he changed into a fresh suit. He had no appointments today, he had originally planned on reading through the rest of Will's journal to learn more about how he had been doing, what else he experienced. Though since Will was there and if he agreed to stay, Hannibal would have a session with him in his home. He spent a good amount of the early morning cleaning up the mess he had made last night while trying to pull Will back. Quietly, Hannibal opened the guest bedroom to let the three dogs out. He led them to the back yard to run around and use the bathroom. They ran back to him, paws damp from the morning dew. Though there was a lot more this morning and the clouds looked thicker and darker.

The three dogs sniffed Hannibal's hands and shoes. He reached down and touched their cold, wet noses before turning away from the large, open space to open the door and let them in before walking in behind them. He shut the door, looking out the glass doors at the dark horizon. It was why he chose to live far from the city. More space, less noise and solitary. He truly enjoyed it. The three dogs ran in front of him excited, their nails clacking on the hard wood floor, leaving wet paw prints where ever they walked. Hannibal smiled to them before walking into the kitchen, grabbing three bowls, he set them on the counter. He didn't have any dog food, but steamed rice and eggs would work just as well. It didn't take him long to make their breakfast. He set the three bowls down on the floor and filled a larger bowl up with water for them, setting it near the trio.

By the time he heard the water running from the other bathroom, Hannibal was starting to make him and Will breakfast. He usually didn't have people over, but when and if he did, then he made sure to make them meals and be a good host. When Will came into the kitchen, Hannibal was in the middle of making the batter for crapes. "It is all right Will. You are not the first to have hit me." Hannibal smiled at Will. "I am sorry that I had chose that incident. It had slipped my mind that you were the teacher there." He looked up from what he was doing for a moment. "There's coffee on the table if you'd like. I am making crapes for breakfast, sit and make yourself comfortable. Your dogs have and they have been fed." He looked over to the three who all crowded Will and bothered him for attention. Hannibal never really wanted any pets or thought to get any. He never really had time for them himself. Though he could understand why somebody like Will would want or even need pets around. If he didn't have any, then Hannibal would have suggested it. They could be really therapeutic.

"You had said last night that after what happened, it started happening when you could get into the minds of the killers correct?" Hannibal looked up to Will as he poured batter into the hot pan to let it cook before flipping it and plating it. He continued to makes the crapes until the batter was gone. Once it was, he washed and cut up the berries. Carefully setting them down, he brought several plates over to the table and set them down. "Come eat." Hannibal motioned to the smaller kitchen table. His coffee had been sitting on the table from before he started cooking anything. "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask you a few things about that day."[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will still felt guilty about having hit Hannibal but knew that in his line of work he probably was hit a lot. Not because he was a bad therapist but because he seemed to be a really, really, good one. He wasn't there to appease you or tell you "yeah your crazy, here are some meds" he was actually trying to help. Will guessed this was the reason why he wasn't just straight up leaving after what he did last night, just bowing out and going home, because he knew that Dr. Lecter would help him and that everything would be okay. Will needed everything to go back to normal, he needed to BE normal, because if things continued the way they were he would end up not being able to teach his students and that was the worst nightmare of all.

Will shifted at the others question about when all of this started and he nodded "Sort of. That's when I started losing time. I have had the nightmares for a few years. Almost my whole life, certainly all my adult life." Will nodded when the other mentioned the coffee and he walked over to the table, giving his dogs some attention on his way, and grabbed his own cup of coffee before waiting for Hannibal to come sit with him as well. Will looked up at the other when he asked if he could ask him a few questions about the incident and he slowly nodded, grabbing a crepe and filling it up with some berries.

"I can talk about it, I don't have a problem with that, but try to stay away from too much description. I know I have post traumatic stress disorder from the shooting, very few people would, I also have nerve damage from the bullet as well." Will sighed "Loud noises can sometimes cause flash backs and each flash back has the high potential to sending me into reliving the moment. Each time I relive that moment my sister say's it looks like I am having a seizure and one time I started screaming. I don't usually move during that one, mostly just a lot of shaking." Will shifted slightly and cut into his crepe, taking a bite, and finding it actually very pleasant.

It had been a long time since he had good homemade food, he wasn't a great cook, and so the crepe was really quite a treat for him. He gave his compliments briefly and then continued to eat while he waited for Hannibal to ask the questions that he needed. The dogs sat in the living room, staying off the furniture, and sometimes playing with each other as the two ate and spoke.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal just listened to Will as he spoke about what sets him off, how certain things could send him into that state and what his sister said about him in that state. "Yes, I noticed that as well. You were shaking last night. I thought it might have been a seizure. That shaking could become a problem though." Hannibal pointed out as he carefully picked up the thin, golden brown crape, filling it with the berries and some cream cheese that he had set out with the plates. Hannibal nodded to Will as he thanked him for the meal, thinking carefully on how to word his next question so it wouldn't be too descriptive. "I will not describe any of it, but I have to ask what did you see in that boy's face?" Hannibal was guessing that because of either the shared fear, anxiety or hopelessness that Will had subconsciously made an attachment to that boy and in his endeavors.

"What about your sister? Where was she when this happened?" Slowly, he cut off the end of the crape before sticking his fork in it. Lifting it, he turned it around to look at it from all angles before finally eating it. He truly had a deep appreciation for food. "How close are you two?" He had begun to ignore his food as he questioned Will, taking a few bites here and there but finishing off his coffee. While Will spoke, Hannibal carefully studied his face, his reaction and listened carefully to his explanations. Hannibal stood to get them both more coffee as Will spoke, still listening very closely to him. He returned with the filled mugs, placing the one Will had been using in front of him carefully. "What about when you go into that boy, how do you feel when you look down at yourself? How you feel when you see all the emotions running through you?" Hannibal was being as careful as he could with his words, picking and choosing what he said to be sure he didn't set anything off.

It was hard for him to be careful when he had to use some descriptions to explain what he wanted Will to tell him. "I have no appointments today, so if you'd like we can continue this for however long you'd like and there would be no reason to worry about charge because I won't. Though, if you have other engagements, then I understand and will be happy to give you and your... dogs a ride home." Hannibal offered, just like a good host. He wasn't offering to be a good host, but because he did want to help Will in ever way. There was also a benefit to keeping Will close to him of course. As long as he could shape Will to his fitting and keep him from the police, then he would always remain safe. Maybe even trigger something in him that would release all the killers inside him that he had lived as in that alternate reality.

In good hands, Will could recover and become a fully functioning citizen. In the wrong hands, he could become a killer, just like Hannibal and twist others around to do as he wanted... just like Hannibal. Though unlike anybody, Hannibal had one good hand and one bad hand. He could provide both to Will and in turn, Hannibal's work would be rewarded. If he found the trigger to pull Will back, then he had to find the right trigger to pull him in. Even when he achieved this, Hannibal would keep Will safe, bring him under his protective wing so no harm would ever come to him. Something inside Hannibal wanted to dominate Will. Keep him close and keep him for himself. Will's sister refereed her brother to him so there would be no way she'd tell Will to stop seeing him, especially if Will was getting results.

Finally, Hannibal finished his first crape, taking a second and proceeding to eat it between words and while listening to the male on the other side of the small kitchen table. "When you hear these stories, on the news or read about them in the paper, do you need visual aid to put everything together and live it out or is talk of the crime enough?" He should be writing all of this down, but he knew he could remember it all until after breakfast when he could write everything down, record all of the questions and answers Will had given him.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will nodded very carefully as Hannibal proceeded to asked him questions, the man obviously being very careful about his word choice, and will was rather glad. He knew that it was hard not to describe things to someone when asking them questions like this so know that Hannibal was willing to go through the trouble was nice. Will sighed slowly as Hannibal asked the first question, pushing his food away and just grabbing his coffee, this was a hard question in and of it's self because it was hard to remember what he saw. He knew what he felt from the boy but what he had seen was something completely different. "There were a lot of things I saw on his face. At first it was nothing but anger, disgust, and rage but then it changed to desperation anger and rage, then I couldn't see him and when things were coming to an end there was guilt, so much guilt, shame and depression. Regret and he kept telling me he was very sorry, that he shouldn't have done it, most of all there was fear. I don't think he really realized what he was doing until it happened to him." Will shrugged and sipped at his coffee.

"My sister was at home when all of this happened, it was her day off, she was actually heading down to the school because we were going to go to lunch. Her and I have always had a great relationship. I love my sister very much and she loves me, she want's to help me, even if she does nag that I need to hurry up and get married already." Will rolled his eyes at that. His sister brought the subject up almost every time that they talk because she was already married. She figured what Will needed was a good reason to stay grounded and sane and she didn't believe that the school was enough. He didn't think he could really tell her that he was going to get married…. Because gay marriage wasn't legalized in their state. He didn't even know how to broach the subject of telling his sister he was gay.

The next question had will shifting uncomfortably. He knew how to answer this question but he felt that it may be "wrong" in some way. He felt like he was taking a test and he had to answer the questions right. So far he had gotten the easiest ones right so he only hoped his streak would continue. "I… feel a lot of things from him. Pity isn't one. More anger, confusion, a bit of realization. I see myself as afraid and confused, horrified by what was happening, but generally it's all exactly as it happened. Details outside of it may change a bit, like the colors of the books or something, but otherwise what I feel is what I had seen on his face when it had all happened." Will sighed, and looked down at his dogs.

Will looked up at the other when he asked if he wanted to continue and Will nodded. "Yeah I would like to continue. I have no previous engagements, the kids all have the day off for some federal holiday, and after that it's the weekend so…Yeah I am fine to stay and talk some more. I need all the help I can get and since you aren't charging… well I think I get the benefit here really." Will Smiled at Hannibal a little, trying to suppress the ridiculous urge to blush after what he said. He sounded like he was flirting! He wasn't flirting! Was he? Oh god Will was flirting! Why was he flirting with his therapist? Alright the guy was attractive but that did not condone flirting! Damn will's sexual attraction to older, intelligent, men! It would be his downfall one day.

Hannibal s next question provided a quick cover for Will but he wondered if the other man had caught on to what he had done. He prayed to god the man wouldn't stop treating him if he did… a lot of people didn't take to kindly to treating homosexuals for a lot of things. Will looked away from Hannibal, hopefully hiding the embarrassing blush that had just barely touched his cheeks "Usually it takes visuals, pictures or video, but sometimes if the person is descriptive enough it will work. Most of the time though I only slip if I see it visually unless I was actually there during the crime." Will leaned his chin in his hand. "My sister tried to tell me about one once, see if she could "activate" me but she's horrible at describing things so it didn't really work." Will sighed at that and leaned back in his chair again.

"I don't tell her that though, she likes to think she is very good at it, there are a few things I don't tell her…. Or anyone really."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]As Will answered the first part of the question, Hannibal simply nodded, gathering information for both personal and professional reasons. Hannibal nodded again and sat back in the chair, his hands folded neatly on the table in front of him. He too had stopped eating and his second cup of coffee was already gone, only the smell and the rich stain remained on the bottom of the glass mug. "What is sounds like to me, is that in the moment when he stared down at you, you two did have a connection of some sort, which may be why it still haunts you to this day." Since Will had even said he suffered PTSD from the event, it had left an even larger scar in his memory. As he had said before, Will had suffered from nightmares for most of his adult life, so what happened at the school much have really kicked in that dormant ability.

Hannibal simply smiled to Will as he outright flirted with him. Good, looked like Will was getting comfortable around him. It was amazing how a little kindness could really bring somebody out of their shell. His light brown eyes narrowed just slightly when Will looked away, trying to hide the blush that had clearly covered his cheeks. Hannibal watched Will as he continued to try to hide it, dare he say it was cute? "Have you ever tried to train yourself in selective hearing? It sounds like a joke, but for people who are sensitive to descriptions, they can train themselves for selective hearing. In your case, if you were to avert your eyes and have selective hearing, it may do the trick in keeping you here." Will's next statement struck up Hannibal's curiosities.

"May I ask what? It may help uncover some fears you have that could be causing these states that you go into. If they share an emotion like fear or anger that could be pushed to the extreme." It was best that Will didn't keep anything from him not only for Hannibal's gain but so Hannibal could truly help Will through this. If he laid it all out in front of him, Hannibal could dig around in Will's mind and see what the problem was and how to fix it and how it use it when he wanted that Will out to play. Hannibal stood, fixing his blazer before motioning to the living room. "Shall we? It is much more comfortable and warmer in the living room." Hannibal also wanted to get his notebook to start writing more into it and record what they had talked about in the kitchen.

Once they were sitting in the chairs, black note book out and on Hannibal's leg, pen ready in hand. He had spent a few moment writing down everything from the kitchen before looking back to Will. "What are those things you keep from your sister?" He asked more out right, it was direct, but Hannibal saw no need to beat around the bush since he was Will's therapist after all. He would need to know these things in the end and help Will out with anything else he needed that could come from those secrets.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will nodded as Hannibal explained everything to him, going into detail about what was probably bothering Will and bringing a great deal of understand. Will could see how in that moment he had made a connection with the boy, or maybe the moment after when he was trying to save him, because the boy had been so scared of death like Will had been only moments before. When Hannibal mentioned selective hearing though Will couldn't help but be confused. He didn't think that was something that was actually possible but as Hannibal went on Will realized more and more that it would be perfect for him. "That would be great to try! Honestly I think that would help me a lot if I could just block things like that out." Will smiled, feeling kind of excited at the idea.

Hannibal motioned for them to go into the living room and Will followed with only a nod. The next few questions had him a bit on edge and he sat on the chair farthest from Hannibal. Will waited until the man returned from getting the note book and then looked down at his hands. He wasn't sure about telling Hannibal what he hadn't told his sister, the idea of actually telling someone was terrifying, but he knew that he really did have to tell someone. Maybe it would help him a little bit, or Hannibal could help him find a way to tell his sister. "I… I haven't ever told her… or anyone really that I am gay." Will shifted in his seat, not looking up at Hannibal.

"I mean I had always been more into men than women and for a long while I only date women but I lost interest in woman and soon after I found out I was infertile. I don't know, I guessed there was no point in being with women at all since I couldn't have kid, so I just changed to men. I can't tell anyone though because it can't get out to the school. If the school knows I will certainly get fired and then… well I don't know what I would do." Will sighed heavily at that. "I guess that's the biggest thing… Also the fact that I had sex with her fiancé before they got together. And…." Will trailed off a bit. Looking a bit distant.

"I never told her about this one relationship I had… about two years ago when I got together with this one guy… it wasn't pretty. There was a lot off yelling, hitting, and other things. I wish I would have been smart enough to get away from him a bit sooner though." Will shrugged, crossing his legs, and looked at Hannibal. "I did try eventually but no one really cares when a gay man asks for help because he's being beat. That guy was the whole reason I even moved to the new school and town. Basically if I had been able to get away from him sooner I wouldn't have been at the school when the shooting happened because I would have been back at my old home."[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal wrote something down in the notebook before Will finally told him. When he did, Hannibal stopped writing and looked up at Will, slowly lowering his pen and leaving in in between the two open pages. Gay? Will didn't give off any vibe or sign prior to the flirting that he was gay. It did and it didn't surprise that Will was gay. It surprised him to an extent and no more. Hannibal nodded slowly, he had picked his pen back up and began to write in the notebook again. "It can be dangerous. Being in an abusive relationship once opens the door for many more." Hannibal wasn't fazed by Will's confession. "I don't discriminate Will. It doesn't bother me and I do not turn anybody away because of it." Hannibal spoke as a quickly wrote things down in the note book.

"A dangerous chain of events really. What would have happened if you never met that man who hurt you? You wouldn't have moved, you wouldn't have been shot and you wouldn't be going through any of this. But where would you be right now if none of that had ever happened. Do you think you would be happy? Many people argue that no matter what, you cannot escape certain points in your life. No matter what you do, you will always end up right where you are now." Hannibal stared at Will, noting down that Will never made eye contact. "That indecent, the boy's apologies and his fears, it could have really reached you. When I said you are over empathetic, I wasn't lying. You place yourself in the most emotional person, you feel what they feel, you go through what they lived through.

You spoke of how you'd bring in strays from the streets. That is another sign. Animals are therapeutic and in your case they are very much so. You are getting out what could be being bottled up. There are several animal shelters around here where you could volunteer at. It would help keep your mind off of the news and it would anchor you here. You have lives that depend on you. At home and around you. I am actually very glad to see that you do have dogs there for you." Hannibal gave a tight smile. Hannibal continued on talking with Will, getting to know him better before actually getting in too deep with anything just yet. Though Hannibal did want to push Will back into that state, not with the same situation but something less severe. He wanted to try a few more things with him to test to see what could bring him back out of that state. It would be time consuming and it would take a lot out of Will but it needed to be done.

"Would you mind if we tried what he did last night again today? With something that you didn't experience but with something recent. What about the one from yesterday, where you lost four hours? It was about that girl on the news correct?" Hannibal looked back to his notes from last night to see what he tried that didn't work.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will looked up at Hannibal as he spoke, his hands clasped together and his thumbs running against the skin, before he sighed and hung his head, shaking his head slightly and then nodding. Hannibal was right in a way. The pets were a bit for his own therapy, a way to save something when he couldn't save those teenagers he was watching over. It was a self centered way to think but Will knew that the only reason he took the strays in was to help himself. As Hannibal continued on talking, will answering questions and sometimes speaking himself, Will slowly became more and more comfortable. They spoke for a very long time, hours almost it seemed, and then Hannibal was asking the question that Will had felt would come.

After so long of just talking though, of not worrying an just getting his stresses out, Will felt he could have confidence in not only himself but also Hannibal. This man would not send him back into the worst of the worst, not after what happened last night, and surely Hannibal would try to pull him out. He would try his very hardest to make sure that will did not get completely lost and had a tether to this world and not the ones his mind created. Will sat back in his chair, pulling his hand away from the German shepherded he was petting, and he nodded. He didn't want to say yes, not verbally, because it seemed like somehow it would break that feeling of pleasant conversation. As if him saying "do it to me" would cause whatever reality he had to break apart.

Will took a deep breath and sighed "Yeah… yeah alright let's do it. We need to try don't we?" Will looked down at the dog who now had his head in his lap and gently pet his head again. The dog gave a small whine, as if feeling nervous himself, and Will nodded. "That… murder last night seems like a good place to start. It is the first time I have been out for that long…" Will took a deep breath and closed his eyes, waiting for Hannibal to start speaking, and then he heard the others words. His mind drifted for a moment, the words slowly churning to form thought and images in his head, and Will just had to try and breath as the other spoke.

Slowly his mind started to fade into that separate reality, that place he had been last night, and a small shudder started in his body. Will drifted away and into himself as he became the killer, as he became the one angry, and he subconsciously waited to be woken up. Will had just been at the part where the woman confronted the victim, just barely at the start, when he hear his name being called. He felt a hand on his shoulder and could smell the cologne he had realized Hannibal always wore. Will's eyes blinked open and he looked around "How… how long was I?"[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal nodded once when Will finally agreed. Hannibal stood up, setting his notebook aside to stand in front of Will. Hannibal was glad for Will agreeing to try this once again. Maybe he would find something, even a little something that would help out. He began to describe the scene that had been discovered and soon, Will was out. Hannibal wouldn't let him stay out too long. Hannibal tried a few more gentle approaches this time. He used each of Will's dogs to see if it would help bring him back. Nothing. For half an hour, Hannibal tried multiple things, all to no avail. It was when he saw Will begin to shake did he finally moved forward, setting his hand on the male's shoulder. "Will, Will!" Hannibal called firmly from where he stood, giving the slightest shake to try to pull Will from it.

Will came out of it rather quick this time, maybe because it wasn't as severe as the other one was. "Thirty minutes. Though near the end, you began to shake." Hannibal glanced to the watch on his wrist. Picking up his note book again, he recorded the time and the other things he had tried. "This is the second time that you've responded to touch and your name. Has your sister tried to pull you out of something like that before?" The man didn't sit, not yet. There were a few other things he would like to try. "If you don't mind, I would like to try something else. Not sending you in there, but keeping you from going there all together." Hannibal stood in front of Will. "You are Will Graham. You aren't anybody else. Tell yourself these things, keep talking to yourself as I describe." Hannibal crossed his arms over his chest, letting Will repeat whatever he wanted to remind himself of who he was before he began describing another lesser scene from a few months ago.

An accident. There was a woman who had too much to drink and decided to drive home drunk. It was early in the morning, about five when a man riding his bike was going across the street and she hit him. She was driving too fast and hadn't stopped to help him. If he had gotten medical attention, he could have lived. Hannibal continued to describe the scene to Will while he tried to keep himself there.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will looked up at Hannibal when the other said thirty minutes and he sigh a little. It wasn't that long but the images had only just started in a span of thirty minutes. He had just barely brought himself into that reality and to know that it took so long to reach just that was disconcerting. Will looked up at Hannibal when he asked about his sister and he nodded "Yes. That was the first thing she tried. I am sure the few others who have seen it have tried that too." Will wasn't even sure who else had seen it but whoever else had they hadn't bothered to mention it. Will wanted to mention something else but then Hannibal was suggesting another exercise and will was having to repeat the words.

Will took a few deep breaths as the other explained the scene and repeated what he was told. He repeated it and repeated it as Hannibal spoke to him, his mind starting to slowly drift, and then he found his words falling further and further and he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to think about thi murder, this one had a habit of shifting to the victim, and he tried to hold it back. A small amount of panic welled up inside of him and he had to do something else. Instead he focused on Hannibal, he focused on the memory of his scent and the other saying his name.

Will focused his mind on the man sitting in front of him and he found himself pulling out of his head and when Hannibal finished describing the scene will was still there. He looked up at Hannibal, feeling so very guilty, and then away. He still never met Hannibal's eyes, he never wanted to meet his eyes, but will was sure that the other could see the guilt in his without them meeting. Will reached down and gently pet his dog, not wanting to tell the other what he had thought about but knowing that Hannibal would ask. He had to ask and he had to know. This wasn't something that Will could just hideaway and keep for himself because it could be a key to keeping him from fading away.[/quote]

Hannibal kept describing the scene until there was nothing else left to describe. So instead, he quietly said Will's name to remind help remind him of who he was. He could see the man slipping, eyes shifting and rolling back, the shake of his body and he could practically smell the panic coming off of him. He was losing him. Hannibal spoke up, saying his name a little louder. He didn't touch him because he wanted Will to come back from voice only. Touch had been helpful in the last few times Will left and he couldn't rely heavily on touch alone to bring him back. Though it looked like Hannibal was going to lose Will, the man slowly came back.

He was still there with him. Fully conscious and guilty. If Will was trying to hide his guilt, he was doing a very bad job. "What did you focus on?" Hannibal asked, standing to his feet yet again. "You didn't keep yourself here. Did you?" Maybe it was his own fault for talking while Will was trying to keep himself there. Hannibal slowly sunk down back onto the chair, carefully crossing one leg over the other as he stared at Will for a few moments. "What brought you back the last few times? Your dogs did not work, no matter how much they touched your and whined. You said your sister's touch or voice did not help either. What was different this time?" Hannibal stood, getting a little closer to Will, standing a about a foot or two away from him. His mind went back to the flirting Will had done to him during breakfast. Then to the confession about his sexuality. What was Will's preference in men? he couldn't help but to think about what it could be or be curious about it. it was only natural right? While Hannibal had no real preference in the gender of his partner, well he preferred women's hearts and men's brains, he wasn't picky.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will watched Hannibal, his eyes staying carefully away from the others, and he felt like the other man was a snake. A twisting, writhing, snake in the grass just looking for the point to strike at those who came to close. No… that wasn't right. Will was the snake, he was afraid and wanted to defend himself, Hannibal was… was… Hannibal was the catcher trying to coax him out of a ditch by the road, to keep him from getting lost, he was the handler trained to tame the snake. Maybe snake wasn't right? No, not a snake, Will was a frightened animal of some sort and Hannibal was the one trying to save him. Will wasn't sure he liked the idea of that, of being an animal, it reminded him of… Will didn't want to think about that. Will took a deep breath and then the other was asking him the question Will didn't want to answer and he had to think quickly.

The words spilled from his mouth when Hannibal came close. He gave them no approval to leave and yet there they tumbled into the air to sit between him and Hannibal. "My father had the same cologne as you." Will felt it like a bitter lie and it stung him with the way he so easily said it as if it was the truth. "It brought me back… reminded me of him. It's been a long time since I have seen him." And for good reason. Will hated his father, a lot, he hated the man for every beating he gave him and every scarred memory. Will leaned as far back from Hannibal as he could "I felt myself slipping earlier and I remember the cologne and… a memory from my childhood. I hadn't ever thought to use him." Will was surprised by how easy it was to lie, how smooth it felt leaving him, and how much he believed his own words.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal didn't relinquish his spot, he actually pressed on a little closer. Sliding his foot a little more towards the couch where Will sat, his body moving slowly like two large ice monoliths slowly closing in on the trapped exhibitionist. Though Will never met his eyes, Hannibal stared down at him, his own light brown eyes hard and cold as Will slurred out a quick fabricated reason. He could see the guilt in Will's eyes. He could never really lie. The man was far too empathetic. He'd feel guilty for lying to his dogs. Hannibal slowly reached down, taking a firm grasp on Will's chin between his thumb and index finger, trapping it there before he slowly tiled Will's head back, staring him in the eyes for the first time.

"Don't lie to me Will. You will only hinder yourself." His voice was low and smooth, like the words just slipped past his un-moving lips, somebody wearing him as a mask, speaking through the mouth piece. "I am no wearing cologne today. You bite your lower lip, tilt your head and look down when you lie." He had witnessed it when he spoke with Will yesterday, the first time they met. He asked a question that Will had given an answer to with the same gestures and gave the truth today. "What pulled you back Will? Do not try to lie to me." He was commanding without being overly threatening. He did not appreciate being lied to, though he was mostly the one doing the lying. He knew the ins and out of deception. It was his game, he invented it, made all the rules and owned all of it. Nobody could slip a lie past him.

Slowly, Hannibal released his hold on Will's chin once he was sure the man would keep his head up to look up at him. To feel small against Hannibal's frame and stare. "You were slipping and you had stopped talking while I continued." Hannibal wasn't asking a question or stating a fact, he was starting the sentence for Will's real answer. Another slid of his foot, a few more inches and Will's chin would just touch Hannibal's button up shirt and in a few inches, his leg would come into contact with Will's crotch if he did not stop moving. He was hoping that with the added pressure of the close contact and his slow moving leg would bring the real answer out of Will before their bodies could touch.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will hadn't even noticed the other reach out and he certainly hadn't expected the other to grab his chin. Suddenly Will was hyper aware of what was going on, of the sliding foot, and the fact that he had very much been caught. He was forced to look up but will did not meet Hannibal's eyes, he did not even try, instead he stared at a careful point on the others forehead just trying not to be caught by the other males gaze. When he spoke though Will locked on his eyes out of instinct. I t was for an instant, a glance on his way down to the others chin, but it was enough for Will to see how fully caught he was.

When Hannibal said he wasn't wearing cologne Will felt a blush start low in his neck out of embarrassment and shame. Of course the man wouldn't be, that would be dumb, and no cologne smelled like… that. Will heard the others foot slide forward and he bit back to gasp as Hannibal inched closer. Will felt trapped, caught, like an animal but when Hannibal spoke in the next moment he felt placated. Then the hand was moving from his chin and Will was able to avert his gaze to a point just over Hannibal's shoulder. Will didn't like how close the other was, he could almost feel his heat, and he could smell him again.

It was a spice will did not know, the smell of what he had cooked this morning, and then a scent Will could only account to the woods. It was nothing he had smelled before and it was purely Hannibal Lecter. It held not threat at the front but Will could sense the danger, he could feel it, and he blocked it. Will heard the other speak again and he swallowed, not wanting to say, but then Hannibal was closer and will could not move back anymore. He was stuck with the other so close and Will wanted to get away. He knew how he could, because there was no physical way to escape, and so he looked between a point on Hannibal's cheeks and the wall for a few moments in debate.

The foot slid forward again but before it could reach it's destination Will spoke. "I noticed when you pulled me out of the first time." The foot stopped and Will looked away fully "I tried to ignore it but I was deep, very deep, and somehow all you did was give me a shake and say my name and I was back. I… wasn't done the day before either, when you pulled me out, I still had time when you brought that memory back. The boy hadn't died yet so I still had time when you said my name and grabbed me. Today as well and this time…" Will was so reluctant to go on, he didn't want to, but he had too. He let out a defeated sigh "You scent brought me back as well. It hit me as something real and so did you touch and voice. Earlier when I began to slip… I remembered that. I remembered the moment you pulled me out and it kept me grounded. I think it's because you're the first person who had been able to pull me out." Will sighed, waiting for the other to move back.

Will felt wrong for having admitted it and he bit his lip, feeling even more guilty, and he just wasn't sure what else to say then that.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]Hannibal's foot stopped the moment Will began to speak. Clearly, the close physical contact really bothered him. It was a wonder how he ever had sex before. He did know that you had to be close to another human to have sex right? As Will spoke, Hannibal kept a close eye on Will's expressions. The flushed face and Will so uncomfortable with their closeness. It wasn't until Will was finished that Hannibal pulled his foot away and slowly back off, rewarding Will for his honesty and truth. Hannibal remained standing though a few feet in front of Will, letting him relax and come down from what he had been feeling. "I do apologize for pushing you like I had, but you must understand. For me to help you, you cannot keep things from me and you cannot lie. Do not spoon feed me lye and tell me it is water." Hannibal turned and sat back down in the chair he was in before.

"Though through this, I am glad to see that you finally, have an anchor." Even better that it was him. He wasn't a narcissist, but in order to truly dominate Will, twist him to his liking, he needed Will to depend on him one hundred percent. He needed all of Will's trust and faith. In receiving them, Hannibal would reward Will. A reward in Hannibal's eyes alone. To make another being like him, anybody would call it an abomination, he would call it a work of art. A true master piece. His legacy. Two artists, side by side, showing the world a new life, a glorified death. True beauty.

Hannibal crossed one leg over the other, smothering the excited bubble that began to well in his chest from the mere thought. Now that Hannibal had and was Will's anchor, he just needed to find something that would set him off into a killer's state without describing anything to him, he needed to find or fit a trigger word. Of course, that would take much more time and Hannibal needed to protect Will from any advances from anybody who sought his gift for the 'greater good'. "Thank you, for telling me the truth and confiding in me." Hannibal let a rare, true smile slip by. It was very much unlike his professional smile. It reached his eyes teeth showed and he looked much more harmless when doing so.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will felt the other back off and carefully he felt the tension in his own body flow out. He was no longer trapped in his seat, at least not fully, and even though he felt the need to stand and put more distance between himself and Hannibal he just sat and watched the other move. Will looked up at the other at the apology and then mentioning that he couldn't lie. Will knew this, he really did, but to be dependent on the doctor already was… strange. It made Will feel like he was suddenly bound in a way, bound without meaning to be, and he didn't know if he liked that or not. "I am sorry for lying Dr. Lecter. I just felt it was… odd that you can reach me through all of that when I hardly know you." Will heard the small snip in his voice, nothing to serious but a hint of disbelief.

Will looked to the dogs who were watching their owner carefully and he sighed heavily. "I am just glad you listened to me. Most doctors have called me a liar and turned me away by now." Will sighed and then felt his pocket buzz and he realized that he had his phone on him. Will pulled the phone out of his pocket and saw that it was his sister. He quickly answered the phone and was met by a panicked voice. "Woah! Woah Alana it's okay, I'm okay. I am with my therapist right now… Well yes that's why I am not home… how do you-?" Will stopped for a moment and then hung his head. "Someone called the cops because I didn't come home? When did you get there?" Will ran a hand through his hair and sighed.

"No.. No I told you I am with my therapist. I am fine… it wasn't him. I highly doubt he would hunt me down after all this time Alana." Will chuckled as his sister went on about how scared she was for him and then she told him that she was at the police station and they were calling the cars back now. "You had cops out looking for me? Alana really that's too much. No one is after me-… Alana if it was him you would have to search for me… I would be in my house dead." Will held the phone away from his ear and when the voice calmed down he heard the words he really didn't want to. "Alana you don't… Alright… Alright! And no we aren't in an appointment per-say… I'll let him explain." Will held the phone out to Hannibal "She wants to talk to you… and so does someone else apparently.[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"It is a simple defense mechanism. I will not turn you away because of it. I do not expect to earn your trust within the first few days." Hannibal knew it would take much longer to gain Will Graham's trust, respect and faith. Hannibal easily heard the buzzing and settled in the chair, letting Will answer his phone. As he did, Hannibal rose to leave the room to give him space, but even from where he was, he could hear and woman's shrilled voice. Hannibal arched a brow at her voice and Will's quick response to get the woman on the other line to calm down. Hannibal busied himself with fixing his button up shirt. One of Will's dogs was near him, sniffing his leg and lifting his head to look up at him.

Hannibal debated with touching the dog and letting it alone. His hand slowly lowered onto the top of the dog's head. He enjoyed the company of animals, never afraid of them but often didn't bother with them. They were just something that would need his time and attention. Hannibal wasn't really sure he would have time for animals. Lifting his head, he looked to Will when he mentioned being hunted down and remembered what Will had told him about his past relationship with an abusive partner. As the phone was held out to him, Hannibal only eyed it for a moment before giving a short nod and taking the phone. "This is Dr. Lecter." He paused and let her introduced herself. Yes, that's right. Alana. She had sent Will to him. She was the one that wrapped Will so beautifully and handed this gift over to him so easily. "Actually, last night about nine forty five, I found Will walking on a road with his dogs. He said he had begun his walk at five in the afternoon. He had lost four hours of his time and I brought him back to my home to see that was ate, got re-hydrate and some proper sleep."

Hannibal shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Not irritated or displeased. Hannibal glanced to Will for a split second before looking down at the same dog from before who was nuzzling his free hand. It was almost such a domestic feeling. Animals in the house, their scent mixing with the smell of his home, the company at his side and their conversations. It wasn't from behind a desk, it wasn't in a designated area. It was in the intimate setting of his home. His familiar surroundings. Maybe to Will it could feel the same way or he could feel out of place all together. "I have been talking with him, finding out more about his state." He shifted again, becoming anxious to get off the phone and return to training his gift.[/quote]

[quote="Killer_Kiwi_XD"]Will watched Hannibal take the phone and then hung his head with a sigh, not really enjoying the fact that his sister was now chattering off Hannibals ear, and he pet the two dogs that were not over by Hannibal and nuzzling him. "Hello doctor! My name is Alan Graham, I am Will's sister." Alana greeted the doctor on the phone and when she heard what Hannibal had to say she gasped "Four hours? Really? And he was out and about while this happened? My god he could have been hurt! Thank you doctor, so much, for helping my brother. I have tried to help him myself but due to personal interest I could never quite separate myself enough from my brother emotionally to help him." Alana went silent when Hannibal mentioned talking with Will and assessing him and she chuckled.

"I see. Thank you very much Dr. Lecter, truly, I love my brother and I am very glad you took care of him and made sure that he was alright. I will come pick him and his dogs up once you see fit, I don't know what you're doing at the moment, and take him home. I wouldn't want to trouble you with having to drive him home. Thank you again Dr. Lecter." Alana waited for the others reply and then hung up so that she would stop interrupting what was going on. She didn't let on but she found it very.. odd that Dr. Lecter was taking so much interest in her brother. Will looked up at Hannibal when he handed him back the phone and he smiled in thanks.

It was kind of nice, staying in the others home like this, it wasn't as lonely. Will had his pets and a few co workers but he didn't have many friends, or people who would be willing to talk to him for long periods of time, he knew why and it was just… unfortunate. Will leaned back as he put his phone in his pocket and looked down at the dogs who were carefully nuzzling at Hannibals hand and sniffing his pant leg. "I am sorry about that Dr. Lecter. My sister worries, she has good reason to, thankfully they hadn't sent out to many cop cars to look for me before she called. This counts as the third time she has done this." Will chuckled slightly and then sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Are we done for the day or is there more you wish to discuss?"[/quote]

[quote="Mute Black Sheep"]"It's no trouble at all." He says good bye then hangs up the phone, handing it back to Will, their fingers just brushing against each other. "Quite alright. She cares, nothing wrong with that." Hannibal had a distant look in his eyes for a few moments before blinking and returning to his seat, one of the dogs getting closer to him, panting on his arm. Though it must have been freezing outside, it was warm inside, the house very well insulated to keep the warmth in during the winter and cool air in during the summer.

"That all depends on you Will. You were free to go the moment you woke up. You didn't even have to come home with me. If there is anything else you'd like to discuss or try, then we may continue, if not then I hold no grudges." Hannibal gave Will another professional smile, his hand resting sill on his leg. The dog moved over and licked his resting hand, Hannibal jerking it away on instinct. The dog wagged its tail and moved closer, crawling half way onto Hannibal's lap. The man lifted his arms, waiting for the animal to get situated and comfortable before letting out a softer smile, resting his arms on the animal. If anything, this reminder of his humanity was all on purpose. Everything was done on purpose, just like the grazing of their fingers when he returned Will's phone to him. Hannibal had control of the entire situation and would never let go of the reigns or let Will escape.

Hannibal's fingers slowly curl as he carefully rubs the dog's side, the heat making him a little uncomfortable. He slipped his hands under the dog's chest, initiating it in the movement to get it off of him. As he does, the dog shifts and slowly moves off his lap, it getting several significant degrees cooler.[/quote]

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A/N: Alright time for a little bit of back info. In this story Wills father neglected him and Alana is his sister not his love interest. Will can have children but Hannibal will not know for a very long time, the biology of that will be explained later, and Will has been a teach for all of his life. Hannibal is still a cannibal and all his past is the same and Will is still Will. He's snarky and a bit bitchy as always as well as beautifully broken which I love. Jack has only met him through his sister and his past abusive relationship is very, very, scaring. There is more that will be revealed later but general the AU is stay on track with the normal story we are just putting in more cases, dragging things out, and giving Will and Hannibal more time to fall in love before everything is broken by Will discovering what he is.

Another side note is that in this story Mute and I have created another story for far in the future for Sherlock which is branched off this one. Basically we saw a lot of connections between Will and Hannibal and Sherlock and Mycroft so guess who their daddies are. If you guys are interested I will post up the Sherlock story but that one is largely John/Sherlock based and while it starts off with them it's a lead up to a story about them trying to save their son Hamish from Moriarty with Grandpas Hannibal and Will being pissed and some possible cannibalism. Okay enough with my ramble, I always seem to ramble, enjoy!