Confronting Doctor Chilton in the Hospital to tell him the good news about the capture of Dr. Hannibal Lecter; was a lot harder then it looked. Despite feeling like the worst person in the world for doing this to the poor doctor in the first face. He also felt that he needed to be the one to tell Chilton that his nightmare was over too. After Will gave him the information. Chilton just seemed very reserved about the whole thing. He didn't cry or jumped for joy. All he did was nod his head simply and asked when he would be released from the Hospital. That was it.
Chilton was released from the Hospital the next morning. Will knew this because he asked the desk nurse to call him when he would be released, due to him being Dr. Chilton's only ride home. So she did. When Will got to Dr. Chilton's room, he witnessed a very frantic psychologist trying to stuff all his clothes in one suitcase.
Will gave the open door a light knock "Dr. Chilton, I'm here to drive you home" He said as he walked in.
Dr. Chilton stopped packing and looked up at Mr. Graham. Giving him an amused smile while he proceeded to close his overstuffed suitcase. "Did Mr. Crawford send you?" Fredrick asked.
"No, I came on my own. It's the least I could do" Will say's plainly.
"How do you mean?" Chilton said with a curious look.
"If I hadn't of called Jack. None of this would have happened" Will say's in a small voice.
"I could have gotten much worse than a shot to the face" Chilton said with a shrug. Dr. Chilton was wearing a black argyle sweater with a white collared shirt and tan kaki's when he grabbed his suitcase.
"I'm ready whenever you are"
They were both in the car when Will was driving Dr. Chilton home. The car was silent and Will was keeping his eyes on the road. It was a good thing for Will to keep himself distracted on the road at hand. It kept him from looking at Dr. Chilton's scarred face. In addition, another wave of guilt hit Will the more he thought about it.
"I don't blame you for any of this" Chilton points at his scarred face. "Or anything that's happened to me for that matter" Chilton said while making direct eye contact with Will. Will took a quick look at him while the Doctor made his point. But his eyes turned back to the road quickly enough.
"Still. I could of done better then send you out into the Lion's den" Will claimed.
"Why? I didn't do you any favor's during your trial, I treated you like a lab rat when you were sent to my facility and you and I aren't exactly friends anyhow?" Chilton argued while laying back in Will's car seat.
"We can change that" Will stated before he could stop himself. "If you want too?" He asked trying to save himself. Will kept his eyes firmly on the road. Not wanting to see whatever look Chilton decided to give him. Will atomically felt like the car was getting too hot for him when Chilton didn't say anything for a while.
"Mr. Graham, are you asking me to be your friend?" Will did not miss the very amused tone Fredrick gave.
"You can't be much worse then that last one" Will said passively. "And calling me 'Will' is just fine by the way" Will gave Chilton a quick look.
Fredrick gave a bark of a laugh "No, I can say not" he answered back.
"So… yes?" Will ask again.
"That depends, 'Will'. Are you only asking for friendship out of guilt?" Will had to tighten his hands around the steering wheel at that question. Was he? Or was it a deeper issue than that? Fredrick and Will did have a few things in common. They are both antisocial, sarcastic; both have a twisted sense of humor and them both encountering Hannibal's true monstrous nature while living to talk about it counts too, right? However, Will would never ever claim to know everything there is to know about Dr. Fredrick Chilton. But he would like to try.
"Even though I feel guilty for what has happened to you. I would never ask you to be my friend out of pity or guilt. I wouldn't be that cruel to you, Fredrick" Will tells him.
"Then my answer is 'yes', Will" Fredrick smiled while Will was pulling up in the good doctors home driveway. Fredrick turns away from Will to get a good look at his home. It felt like the encounter with Hannibal was so long ago. But in reality, it was only four months ago. Chilton sat in Will's car just looking at the front of his big estate, wondering if the investigators cleaned all the bloodstains out of his kitchen. Fredrick feels that even if they did clean all the mess, he would still be able to see it nonetheless. Fredrick caught himself showing signs of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). Dr. Chilton gave a slight shudder at his distressing thought's and realization's.
Will noticed Fredrick's shudder "Take all the time you need to mentally prepare yourself" Will said with a serious face to go with it. Will knew Fredrick would need some time to re-adjust to normal life again. However, what Will didn't know was how dysfunctional his rehabilitation would be. In addition, right now what Fredrick needs is a good friend that can wait in the car with him for as long as he wants him too. Will only wish that when he was going through this, someone had given him a fragment of friendship that was not Hannibal Lecter's. That should have helped him with his udder despair and mental anguish. However, we do not live in "should" land, do we.
"I don't know if I'm ready to do this just yet" Fredrick informed him while shaking his head from side-to-side. The look of despair was prominent on Fredrick's face. A look Will knew all too well in his recent history.
"I guess he won, right? I guess HE gets to have the last laugh after all" Fredrick was closing his eyes tight after he spoke those words. Either reliving the memory of Hannibal or trying to wipe the memory clear of Hannibal instead. Will could not tell by looking at him. Nevertheless, he knew that Fredrick was trying so desperately hard not to crumble in front of Will Graham.
"I have an idea. And whatever choice you make, I will support you completely" Will was looking at Fredrick at this point "B-but if you want… You can stay at my place for as long as you need?" Will did fumble with his words a little. However, Will hoped that Fredrick got the genuine message he was trying to get across.
"No, Will. I need to conquer my, I… I won't let him win this one." Fredrick said with a pitiful pout. Will noticed Fredrick was looking at his shaking hands.
"He won't. However, you will not get to your recovery any faster if you push yourself too hard." Will pointed at Fredrick "In fact, you'll do the opposite" Will stood up a little straighter from his seat so he could get a better look at Fredrick eyes. Ever since he had his "successful" sessions with Dr. Lecter; he's been noticing that he's been keeping people's eye contact a lot better now. If only that truth did not make him want to vomit.
"Who are you, my Doctor?" Fredrick asked sarcastically. "And fine, FINE! But I still need to get my thing's out of the house, "friend" Fredrick really had to throw on the emphases and dripping sarcasm on "friend", didn't he? Will thought.
"No need to have a tantrum, Fredrick. I'm only trying to help" Will says dryly while stepping out of the car. Fredrick stepped out as well and waved the comment off with the back of his hand as he walked passed him toward the home.
"Whatever?! Help then" Fredrick said with snark.
Fredrick made it to the front of the door so far. Looking at the door and feeling frozen in that spot during the moment. Fredrick than swiftly pulls his key out of his front pocket and sticks them in the door. He takes a solid deep breath, opens the door a bit too quickly, and then steps inside. With Will close behind.
When they step into the home, it is inevitable that they walk into the kitchen, due to it being the first room in the house. From what Will noticed, the kitchen was very white and impeccably spotless. Nonetheless, from the look on Fredrick's face, that was very much the opposite of what he saw.
"There is no blood in here, Fredrick" Will Graham reassured "The FBI agents cleaned it all up, remember?" Will put a hand on Fredrick's shoulder, hoping that the gesture would calm him.
"I know that, MR. GRAHAM! I'm not an idiot!" Fredrick exclaimed then shrugs Will's hand off his shoulder. "Just give me five minutes to get ready" Fredrick than stomped up the stairs to pack his things. Will was a little miffed that Fredrick was already going back to formalities within only ten minutes of being friends. The mood swings are to be expected when dealing with PTSD. Will knew the signs all too well when he had to deal with them. If anyone in the world could understand what Frederick Chilton is going through right now, it is Will Graham.
Will saw Fredrick hurry down his steps and plop his very big duffle bag on the kitchen counter. He then stuck his figure up in the air, as if he just remembered something very important "Wine. I can't forget to pack lots of wine" Fredrick said as he walked to his wine cellar.
"Really, because I could have sworn I witnessed you packing your "whine" already, Fredrick" Will huff at his own joke.
"Ha-ha, you're hilarious" Fredrick yelled from across the room.
Fredrick then walked back into the kitchen with five bottles of dark wine in a plastic grocery bag. He then gather his duffle bag with his other hand and walk in front of the open door. "Would you pick up my cane from the kitchen counter? I hated having to use the tacky Hospital cane for all those months" Fredrick asked Will. Will grabbed the silver cane and they both walked back to will's car.
It has been three day's since Fredrick has been staying at "Hotel Grahams". Well, at least that's how Fredrick likes to think of it. Fredrick has his good moments and his bad moments. Let us start with Frederick's bad moments.
Like how he always wants things to go his way or how he feels the need to control everything. Especially things that cannot be controlled; like the dog hair being all over the furniture or Will living in the middle of nowhere. Example: Fredrick can be a downright spoiled brat when it comes to preparing meals for him. Will is not a five star chef, so what did Fredrick expected of him?
However, despite all that, there were some good qualities to Fredrick. Like how honestly funny Fredrick could be. Fredrick has that twisted sense of humor only a certain amount of people can understand. And Will was happy to be one of them. Fredrick also kept the house clean. Yes, Will was a slob on best days. However, his mind was simply too busy on more important things than worrying about whether or not the home was tidy. Like fishing or fixing boat engines.
Despite the good and the bad qualities of Dr. Fredrick Chilton. Will had bigger matters to attend to in his own mind. Very deep seeded issues that Dr. Hannibal Lecter left behind. Things Will was hoping he would soon forget. But Will was so focus on being a good friend to Fredrick that he all but forgot about the problems and issues that he needed help with.
It was dark outside Will's bedroom window. Therefore, Will figured it would be late and safe enough to wear his frilly and white with pink bowed nightgown during this lovely evening. Will was looking onward to the full bodied mirror; so he may look over his beautiful nightgown Dr. Lecter gave him not that long ago.
Will lined his spine up straight, had his legs crossed in front of himself when he stood and proceeded to do a curtsy in front of the mirror. Just how his Daddy taught him. "Hello, my name is Wilhelmina. How are you tonight?" Wilhelmina asked the mirror politely. Wilhelmina very much liked how much longer his hair has grown since he last cut it. It was now long enough to put cute little red bows in it now.
Wilhelmina hummed softly and gave a twirl before he said to the mirror, "I need to prepare for Daddy. He'll be home any minute now" He almost skipped to the dresser next to his bed and plopped the lubricant on the neatly made sheets. Wilhelmina then crawled on top of the bed with hands and knees, positioning himself at the head of it, while he lifted up his frilly nightgown. He grabbed for the tube of lubricant and squeezed a little on one index finger.
As he laid there with his ass in the air, he proceeded to enter his lubed figure into his tight puckered entrance. Wilhelmina gave a soft whine at only being able to stick half a digit inside himself. He does not remember being this tight. Wilhelmina thinks of Daddy Hannibal doing this to him and the figure starts to go in deeper. The thought makes him shudder.
He knows having these inappropriate sexual thoughts about a cannibalistic serial killer is wrong. Nevertheless, it still does not stop him from having these thoughts and acting out these fantasies in the privacy of his own bedroom.
At least, that's what he thought…
If only Wilhelmina had shut his bedroom door all the way. Than perhaps he could have gotten the complete privacy he truly needed. Otherwise, anyone would be able to peek through the cracks.