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sue, I don't have much money, etc.
AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.
SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!
Déjà Vu
By Jane
PART ONE: Cold Steps
It was evening, but it didn't make much difference here. The cold, damp walls of a prison once again greeted Clarice Starling, as she slowly walked down the stairs. Her mind was in a daze and it really didn't feel like this was going to be the last time she would be seeing him. The soft tap of her feet against the cold stone floor send a shiver up her spine as she entered the basement.
The air was cold and damp, which brought old memories back into her mind. Instructions she heard so many times before simply went past her ears. She didn't know how he would feel about her now. A flashback ran through her mind:
"If you can pull this off, you'll be in the Behavioural Sciences, Starling…" Pearsall looked at her seriously. There was a hint of dislike in his voice, which was always present when he spoke to her, "…and from then on it'll be easy to promote you as the head of Behavioural Sciences… Do you understand what I'm offering you?"
"Yes, sir," she answered automatically, but could still feel some doubt cloud her conscience. "But, sir, what makes you think that after so many attempts I can pull this off now?"
"You'll be working with the best people available to us. He seems to be everywhere you are so drawing him wouldn't be a problem. All you have to do is stand still and not screw it up…"
After a brief moment of hesitation, she tried to protest despite herself, "Sir, I'm not sure…"
"Starling, you will do as instructed, is that understood?" he leaned over his desk and his voice was carrying an angry tone to it, "If Lecter didn't have a thing for you, you would never be here…"
Despite the boiling anger surging through her, Clarice felt like her eyes could give in to tears. After giving them her very best all these years, they hated her for what she was. She kept giving and they kept taking without returning. She felt so used. "Yes, sir," there really wasn't a choice.
"Agent Starling?"
The prison guard's voice snapped her out of the memory and she realized she was still in the basement corridor. "You have however much time you need, Miss" he told her, unlocking the heavy door.
She turned to look at him, "Why so unlimited?" she asked. Everyone always set restrictions.
"Didn't you know?" he asked. When he received a puzzled look from her, he explained, "he's going to be executed in two days"
Shock stiffened her body and just before the guard could ask her if she was feeling alright, she responded absently, "um… thank you…" She walked through the door and looked back.
"If there's any trouble, tell me through the camera, "he pointed to the corner.
"Alright, thank you," she responded and waited for him to close the door before she continued on her journey to his cell. Passing several cells, she swallowed a knot building in her throat, but couldn't do anything about the one in her stomach.
She stopped at a darkened cell and instinctively knew it was his. This time there were normal bars. She figured they didn't have time to 'accommodate' him yet. She stood there for a moment, until she felt his gaze on her. Clarice couldn't trace where he was, but he was definitely there. "Dr Lecter…?" she tried.
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I know it's horrible of me to stop at moments like these, but because I did, I'll try to deliver the next part soon! Please give me your opinions… tell me what you think! Should I continue? – Jane:)
AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.
SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!
Déjà Vu
By Jane
PART ONE: Cold Steps
It was evening, but it didn't make much difference here. The cold, damp walls of a prison once again greeted Clarice Starling, as she slowly walked down the stairs. Her mind was in a daze and it really didn't feel like this was going to be the last time she would be seeing him. The soft tap of her feet against the cold stone floor send a shiver up her spine as she entered the basement.
The air was cold and damp, which brought old memories back into her mind. Instructions she heard so many times before simply went past her ears. She didn't know how he would feel about her now. A flashback ran through her mind:
"If you can pull this off, you'll be in the Behavioural Sciences, Starling…" Pearsall looked at her seriously. There was a hint of dislike in his voice, which was always present when he spoke to her, "…and from then on it'll be easy to promote you as the head of Behavioural Sciences… Do you understand what I'm offering you?"
"Yes, sir," she answered automatically, but could still feel some doubt cloud her conscience. "But, sir, what makes you think that after so many attempts I can pull this off now?"
"You'll be working with the best people available to us. He seems to be everywhere you are so drawing him wouldn't be a problem. All you have to do is stand still and not screw it up…"
After a brief moment of hesitation, she tried to protest despite herself, "Sir, I'm not sure…"
"Starling, you will do as instructed, is that understood?" he leaned over his desk and his voice was carrying an angry tone to it, "If Lecter didn't have a thing for you, you would never be here…"
Despite the boiling anger surging through her, Clarice felt like her eyes could give in to tears. After giving them her very best all these years, they hated her for what she was. She kept giving and they kept taking without returning. She felt so used. "Yes, sir," there really wasn't a choice.
"Agent Starling?"
The prison guard's voice snapped her out of the memory and she realized she was still in the basement corridor. "You have however much time you need, Miss" he told her, unlocking the heavy door.
She turned to look at him, "Why so unlimited?" she asked. Everyone always set restrictions.
"Didn't you know?" he asked. When he received a puzzled look from her, he explained, "he's going to be executed in two days"
Shock stiffened her body and just before the guard could ask her if she was feeling alright, she responded absently, "um… thank you…" She walked through the door and looked back.
"If there's any trouble, tell me through the camera, "he pointed to the corner.
"Alright, thank you," she responded and waited for him to close the door before she continued on her journey to his cell. Passing several cells, she swallowed a knot building in her throat, but couldn't do anything about the one in her stomach.
She stopped at a darkened cell and instinctively knew it was his. This time there were normal bars. She figured they didn't have time to 'accommodate' him yet. She stood there for a moment, until she felt his gaze on her. Clarice couldn't trace where he was, but he was definitely there. "Dr Lecter…?" she tried.
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I know it's horrible of me to stop at moments like these, but because I did, I'll try to deliver the next part soon! Please give me your opinions… tell me what you think! Should I continue? – Jane:)