Time Line: Set after book version of Hannibal.

Premise: The story follows cannon and goes by the theory that Clarice was..."psychologically manipulated" by Dr. Lecter during their stay at Paul Krendler's lake home.

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As Clarice lounged on a delicate looking couch reading, her son was tinkering with his father's grand piano, which dominated the large sitting room. Clarice looked up to watch her son, he was only four, but was actually quite good at playing. His father often taught him new songs during evenings. As he idly played a simple tune closed his eyes, he became fascinated with a single note...D below middle C, to be exact.

"Louis, please stop. You're making mommy's head hurt."

Clarice asked, the single note kept pounding, matching her pulse as it accelerated.

"Louis, Please!" She was really starting to feel faint. The note sounded again and Clarice fell to the floor.

"Mommy?!" Louis yelled as he slid off the piano bench and ran to his mother.

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Oh such a dream! The last image Clarice saw before she opened her eyes once more was that of Paul Krendler, leaning over in his seat, with a long bow sprouting from his chest. A bow, that she had shot, if the memory of her dream was correct. She opened her eyes, and jumped back with a yelp. She was looking in to Dr. Lecter's face, but it was not Dr. Lecter, it was a boy...and he had her eyes.

"What the hell?" Clarice thought, as she slowly got up and looked around the opulent room.

"Mommy, are you o.k.?" The little boy asked.

Clarice looked down at him suspiciously, he looked too much like Dr. Lecter for her to be totally at ease in his presence.

"Look kid, I'm not your mommy. Now, where the hell are we?"

The little boy looked confused, he scrunched up his face as if he were about to cry.

"Oh hell, don't start that." Clarice reprimanded.

Louis started to cry in earnest.

"Damnit!" Clarice muttered. She hated listening to children cry, it reminded her of the orphanage, at night. All the children crying for their lost parents. She started walking away, trying to get away from the noise so she could concentrate.

"O.k. last memory is of a dead Paul Krendler and Dr. Lecter. That means that something is totally and utterly wrong."

"Mommy, wait. Come back!" The four year old trailed behind her, trying to keep up.

"Stop calling me that!" Clarice hissed, her patience wearing thin. She started walking room to room, trying to find an exit.

"This house is way to big and winding, I'm so lost." Clarice thought and added subconsciously, "just the way Dr. Lecter wants it."

"Damn." She said again, turning to the boy. "Do you know the way out of here?"

"Yes mo- Mrs. Debray."

"Mrs. Debray?"

"That's our last name." The boy said simply and started walking in the opposite direction, he had stopped crying.

As Clarice followed the little boy she noticed he walked like Dr. Lecter as well. She knew the boy was Dr. Lecter's but could it be hers?

"Stop, turn around please." The little boy turned and walked up to his mother as she bent down. She reached out her hand and tilted his face upwards. Yep, he had her eyes.

"How old are you?"

"4"

"And you're my biological son?"

"What's biological?"

"Just that...you're really mine, like I'm not your stepmother?" he shook his head.

"adoptive mother?"

He shook his head again.

Clarice sighed as she accepted that this must really be her son, she also accepted that Dr. Lecter has been keeping her controlled somehow for the last four years...at least.

"O.k., so now on to the door."

The little boy nodded, looking confused and started walking again. Clarice wished he could walk faster, they needed to get to the door and out of here, fast. It would be best if they leave before anyone noticed.

"Hey, when does...um...daddy, get home?"

"Oh um...around five usually."

Clarice glanced at a passing clock...it was 4:55

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