OK, so this is my first attempt at a Hannibal story as well as my first try at Alpha/Omega dynamics, so please be gentle with me.

Summary: Each night is always the same, the dreams goading them with something that they could never have, something so impossible for them both, yet so perfect. When Sera Wright and Felicia Shepherd, best friends for as long as they can remember, wake up that morning, the last thing they expect is for their entire world, everything they thought was true, to be turned upside down by a terrible accident that throws them into a coma. The reality they wake up too is nothing like they ever thought possible. Faced with the frightening prospect that what they thought was real had been a lie, the intentions of Alpha's and the title of Omega's thrust upon them. personality clashes that could cost them their lives and a murderous threat that looms within the shadows, can these two girls find a way to wake up and remember what is real and what is false?

The two stared across from each other, one sipping gently at her steaming cup of coffee as the other watched over the edge of a newspaper. Both looked worn, sleep deprivation evident in each woman's eyes as they continued their battle to remain silent, neither one wanting to be the first to speak.

"Are you going to say it, or am I?"

Her eyes dropped back down to the words on the paper, pretending to read as she avoided the murderous glare of the other, pushing a strand of raven black hair from her face with a subtle sigh of annoyance. This was getting ridiculous, yet another night of disturbed peace due to incessant dreams that never seemed to change in its details. She was always sat, body sheltered by a man, not much older than herself, as his pack of strays stood guard around them both, ever dutiful in their mission to protect both she and this man. It was a feeling of utter safety, cherished and protected as the man whispered sweet nothings into her ear and proved his love through his words and actions, his eyes occasionally capturing hers before flitting away, both knowing that he struggled with such a simple act of communication. She would wake from this dream each time with a tightness within her chest, moister within her eyes at the longing for it to have been real, for this man that she felt she knew to come for her and simply be there.

"No. I refuse to acknowledge where my subconscious wanders when I sleep"

She took a deep draw of her rapidly cooling coffee, still glaring over the rim as she felt the tremors of her heart betray her emotions towards her own disrupted night's sleep. Unlike her best friend, she could not so easily describe her own dreams as just that. They were not quite peaceful enough to be simple dreams, yet not quite terrifying enough to be called a nightmare. Whilst the other girl's dreams were always solid in their imagery, her own were more distorted as they flickered between three overly familiar scenes. She would always start with her back pressed firm against a strong chest, slender hands splayed across the delicate curve of her hips before the visage began to alter and change to that of her held down across the surface of a hard wood desk, the feel of devilishly talented lips dancing along the column of her throat before biting down firm enough to elicit a pleasured moan of pain from her lungs, blood welling up beneath her aggressive lovers teeth, as the vision altered to the finale, showing her body stretched languidly across an antique sofa, clothing and hair dishevelled as she recovered beneath the eyes of the man as he loomed above her, eyes glazed with a possessive gleam, lips stretched into a, barely visible, smile. She would wake to find her heart pounding as the remaining shreds of her arousal coursed through her veins, biting her lip gently in a strange form of shame that she would have enjoyed such attentions from this man in her dreams. Everything about him screamed danger, yelled at her to not trust such an individual. But then why, when she knew she had never been a gullible young woman, did she long for him in the same way her best friend longed for the man who haunted her own dreams? He made her feel protected, treasured as he ruined her each night in her sleep.

"Being afraid to admit to the oddities of your own subconscious will get you nowhere Fliss, and you know it... Every night we both suffer with the same dreams that leave us feeling off balance with each new morning"

"I am not afraid Sera! I just don't want to confess about something so embarrassing... Unless it's your turn to go first this time"

Sera folded the paper gently, a soft sigh passing her lips at the confrontational manner of the other girl. She was always like this in the morning, moody and overly-sensitive towards any form of questioning, just as Sera found herself unable to be anything other than cold and overly-analytical, trying to put distance between the true self that she would have to face each night in the realms of sleep. Neither girl wanted to admit how the dreams made them feel, unwilling to accept that they were their true selves within those moments.

"If it will help you come more to terms with it then I shall. My name is Sera Wright and I am addicted to sexually explicit dreams..."

"Does that include bestiality? Because I don't thinks it's normal for dogs to feature in sex dreams"

Felicia sniggered as Sera sent a half hearted glare at her joke, knowing that it was meant to be nothing more than just that. These morning chats were meant to be nothing more than a mockery of the dreams that taunted them each night, a way to shake off the feelings that they were left with each time. Or, as Felicia had once so eloquently labelled the, a fucked up form of therapy.

"... And each night I dream of Will Graham, empathic profiler from the Hannibal series. None of the details ever change and I am constantly faced with the same feeling of utter safety and love, making me wish that I could make my sleep eternal if it meant I could stay with him because, apparently, screw ball empaths are right up my sexual ally... Now, your turn"

Felicia gave a huff as she placed her empty cup down and folded her arms, closing her eyes as she began to speak.

"My name is Felicia Shepherd, and each night I dream of Hannibal Lecter, psychiatrist and cannibalistic serial killer from the Hannibal series, also known as the Chesapeake ripper. None of the details ever change and I constantly find myself in moments of frightening intimacy with a man who should, by all rights, scare the life out of me. Yet I am faced with feelings of possession and belonging that make me wish I could just stay there with him... Because, clearly, sadistic psychopaths really rock my world"

"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

Sera couldn't help but to smile as she felt the unwelcome tension leave her as each girl recited their regular morning chant, confirming to their minds that the dreams were not real and that they would never be more than just persistent dreams. Her smile only grew as her friend swiped a hand across her tired face.

"How's about you bite me, I still feel like shit whether we talk about it or not"

"I thought that biting was Dr. Lecter's privilege"

She squealed in shock as the old chipped coffee mug, that had been sat in front of Felicia, came hurtling towards her face and barely missed her as she managed to duck out of the way.

"Scratch that, how's about you cut the wise cracks and get ready to leave, otherwise you can walk to your stupid bloody lecture"

Sera pouted slightly as she sent a swift glance towards the shattered porcelain, grateful that she had dodged in time. It was hard to believe that the woman in front of her, with her face set in a scowl and her temper flaring like wild fire, was counted amongst one of the most polite and refined people she knew when out amongst the public. Shame it wasn't the same when in private.

"No"

"Oh come on Fliss, I passed my test and I need all the practice I can get."

Felicia scowled across the hood of her car, not appreciating the overly optimistic smile on the other girls face as she made her ridiculous request, she should have known from past experience that she would be swiftly rejected.

"I said: No. This car is my baby, my pride and joy. I would sooner set fire to my own hair than let you drive it"

"But I pass..."

"You passed on the eighth attempt, after numerous failed ones where you nearly drove the test car into some poor bastards front garden. Also, if you recall, I tried to give you booster lessons once to help build your confidence behind the wheel. Do you remember why I all but threw myself from the passenger seat and refused to ever repeat the experience again?"

Sera dropped her head slightly in embarrassment and gave a slight clearing of her throat, not really wanting to recall the first time she had heard a man scream in high soprano as she'd lost control of the test car and almost landed, wheels up, in the rose bushes of someone's precious garden.

"It may or may not have had something to do with my nearly getting us slammed by an upcoming truck after missing that the lights had turned red at a cross-junction"

"Exactly! So pardon me if I have some lingering sense of self preservation and wish to hold onto my life for as long as possible. Now get in the damn car, we're already late"

She wanted to scream blue murder as she forced her eyes to stay on the road ahead, listening as the other girl gave menacing giggles as she taunted her fair haired friend. Revenge for yet another swift rejection to the request of driving her car.

"So tell me, does it get your blood pumping to have a serial killer up close and personal to you over the surface of a desk?"

"Sera, I swear to god that if you don't shut up about that fucking dream, I'm going to throw you out of the car. Whilst it's still moving"

Sera smirked as she turned to look out of the window, watching as the buildings zipped by and she caught glimpses of the pedestrians as they walked their way to work. It seemed busier than usual today.

"But I'm just worried about your mental health, chica. If you're suffering from Hybristophilia towards a fictional character, then surely I need to know encase you start re-enacting some of his crimes. The last thing we need is Bonnie acting without her Clyde"

"Have you been reading through my study documents again? And for your information, if I were going to remake one of Hannibal Lecter's murders, I think I'd be sorely tempted to use you right now... And just to make things clear, at least I'm not the one dreaming about a socially inept man who is trapped somewhere between the realms of being autistic or sociopathic, with a severe inability to make eye contact and a worrying love for taking in abandoned dogs to form his own little family of rejects!"

Sera pouted at her words, feeling slightly offended at how her own situation had been brought into the discussion as she registered the aggression that lay within the other girls voice. She seemed much tetchier today, less willing to play along with Sera's teasing that usual, her eyes straying more and more from the road ahead in favour of glaring at the other girl. Her temper often made her careless, something that really wasn't desired when driving towards a busy set of traffic lights leading to the junction roundabout.

"Oh come on! I don't think that's fair at all. Will Graham simply suffers from a high level of empathy that makes him just not wish to connect with humans on any real form of emotional level, all because he always sees more than anyone should. Whereas with your dear Dr. Lecter, we are looking at a severe case of sadistic psychopath who takes way too much pleasure from murdering, butchering and eating his victims. Did I forget to add the fact that he likes to 'elevate' his victims to the status of perfect pieces of art after stealing their organs? My apologies but, clearly, from this quick analysis of our separate fantasies, you are clearly the one who needs the help of a therapist... Preferably not a cannibalistic one"

Felicia could feel the witty retort poised upon her tongue, her rage making her completely obliviously to the red traffic lights that flashed before her speeding vehicle, vaguely noticing the change in Sera's expression as it shifted from smug victory to growing horror as she looked past her friends face and out of the window. Her own voice was cut off before given the chance to form words as Sera screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Felicia! Reverse the..."

Her words were cut short as the lorry slammed into the side of the vehicle, throwing it onto its side with the force of the impact as smoke began to billow from the bonnet and small sparks of a flame began to catch on the oil as it leaked onto the tarmac. Inside the vehicle, two bodies lay motionless as the world around them fell into instant darkness.

*Only moments later:*

Sera could hear the sound of a monitor screaming into life, her own voice groaning alongside a second as she tried, and failed, to force her eyes to focus and seeing only white walls and the vague outlines of a piece of machinery. Voices were calling out around her, yet none of them seemed familiar as she tried to make sense of it all, tried to see if she could see even the faintest blur of Felicia amongst the vague images of people dressed in, what seemed to be, blue scrubs. Nurses?

"Someone call for the doctor! I think their waking up"

"Hello, Doctor Trent? It's the patients in private ward 3, Their vitals have spiked and are beginning to show signs of activity. We believe they are waking up"

Footsteps seemed to pound through the distorted room as two men, neither dressed like the nurses, tried to push their way forward, one towards Sera and the other towards a separate bed that stood to the right of her own. The words that passed the lips of the obscured nurse were the final thing that Sera heard before succumbing to the realms of sleep once more, her body and mind hit with a wave of exhaustion that seemed all consuming.

"Mr Graham, Dr. Lecter, It would be best if you left and sat in the waiting room until the doctor is here and able to give you further news... Just until we are certain that your Omega mates have recovered from their comes"

To be continued? Let me know what you think :)