ONE

It was late at night. Alana was sitting on her couch reading when she got Will's call. He was hysterical.

"Alana... I don't know what to do... I'm scared," Will's voice shakily explained. Alana could tell he was crying. She threw her book aside and got up, heading outside to her car.

"Okay, Will, I'm coming over to your house. Okay?" Alana calmly asked. The psychiatrist side of her was interfering with the personal side of her.

"O-okay," Will replied. The line went dead. Alana put her phone away and got in the car.

The drive was uneventful. Nobody went out to Wolftrap that late. Will was sitting on his front porch steps when Alana pulled into the driveway. When she got out of the car, she sprinted to Will and crouched next to him.

"What's wrong, Will?" Alana said, stroking Will's arm. Tears were still streaming down Will's cheeks. He sniffed and buried his face in his hands.

"I'm scared, Alana. I'm really scared. I think Hannibal is trying to kill me," Will whispered, his voice barely audible. Alana sighed, disappointment evident on her face.

"Hannibal isn't trying to kill you. Trust me," Alana responded quietly. The strength that was usually in her voice was gone. Will looked in her eyes.

"How do you know that? You don't know what kind of man Hannibal Lecter is, Alana," Will growled. There was an unspoken threat in that statement and they both knew it. Alana stood, brushing off her jeans.

"I came here to help you, Will. Not to listen to lies about the people I care about." Alana's voice was almost harsh. Will followed suit and stood, now towering over her.

"They aren't lies, Doctor Bloom," Will shot back coolly. Alana was taken aback by Will's use of her title. He hadn't called her Doctor Bloom in a long, long time.

"Why do you hate Hannibal so much, Will?" Alana asked, a childlike innocence in her voice. Will scoffed at her ignorance.

"You hate the enemies that you fight," Will hissed. Alana took a small step back. She felt as small as she had on the first day of her residency, when she had first met Hannibal.


"The only person you're fighting, Will, is yourself." Alana didn't give Will a chance to respond. She turned around and walked to her car. She drove off, leaving Will speechless on his front porch.