*First Silence of the Lambs story alert* and I don't own anything, but you probably knew that.
After reading Kurt's story "Daddy's Girl" I became really fascinated with the idea of Clarice "waking up" years on down the road after the end of Hannibal and decided I might try do write a little something like that. Enjoy! (I apologize if you think it's terrible!) –S
"Isn't it strange how –" Clarice stops, a blank expression appearing in place of the animated look she wore before. It's happening again. They're having dinner this time, and a flicker of annoyance dashes across Dr. Lecter's features when the arm that's lifting her glass pauses in midair. Her eyes glance about the dining room quickly before settling on the plate before her, of all things.
Lecter tenses up slightly, watching her. This has happened before, but usually she comes out of it by now. She looks down at herself and gawks at the dress she's wearing before setting her glass down and standing up from the table. He's surprised that she still hasn't noticed him yet.
She turns from the table now but doesn't try to leave yet. This is good.
"Dear?" He asks softly, his voice slicing through the silence. She whirls around, rigid and almost scared. He gives her a look; one that's equal parts reassuring and wary of what might happen next. As suddenly as when she'd first awakened, though, her body relaxes and her lips spread into a serene smile as she sits back down and continues to talk and drink as if nothing peculiar had occurred. She's sleeping once more.