Disclaimers: I do not own Hannibal nor do I own William Graham.
A/N: As promised I made the chapter longer. Enjoy!
A/N: 2: I just realized an on-going typo in my fanfiction. I always use Lector but not Lecter... Lecter is the correct form… I have no plan on reposting my fics. But I just wanted to acknowledge the mistake. Forgive me but I finally caught it.
Will smiled down on his son. Josh was a great kid to father. Sure he wasn't the biological one but he was glad that Josh had decided to call him Dad. He loved the word and he loved having Josh by his side.
He left Josh's room and went to walk down the hall to his. He knew that tomorrow would be both the scariest and surreal moments in his life. Tomorrow was when he would go out and make sure that Hannibal and Starling find him. He was going to meet them.
Before entering his room he saw Molly sleeping peacefully. She had a small smile upon her face. It was a smile that made him fall in love with her. He closed his eyes as he remembered their first kiss. It was raining and they ran inside a local diner and sat in a booth. They bought coffee and some food. Then all of a sudden they started to laugh and it was one of the most monumental experience in his life. It was then when he leaned in and kissed her. It was the best night of his life.
He turned away from his room and went downstairs. He walked to his kitchen and took out some milk. He poured himself a glass and took from a covered double stuffed Oreos. He smiled to himself at his son's favorite snack and took out ten Oreos. He then sat down with the glass of milk and a plate filled with Oreos. He took one and dipped it in the glass. Then he ate it.
He wasn't sure what would happen at the meeting. He wasn't sure what would become of it. He didn't like being unsure but that was a case he couldn't change. He feared for his life. Yes, he did. He knew that if he went alone with Lecter and Starling that he could very well die. He knew that if didn't protect himself that he would leave Molly a widow and Josh without a father. He felt sick with fear.
He didn't want to do it all but he knew that he had to. His fear could be some overwhelming at times. He wanted the fear to leave but he knew that couldn't happen. He wasn't sure what exactly Hannibal wanted with him but he knew what he wanted. He wanted.
He had made his final decision after making the one about actually going into the meeting. He made a choice of confronting his deathless fear. And the only way to face that fear of his was to face Lecter. Yes, he was going to do all he can. He was going to do something that many others won't approve. He was going to ask Hannibal to help him control his fears.
But that in itself was a dangerous thing to do. To go to Lecter and ask for way to fight his fear from a man who says to utilize the fear sounded so absurd to him but he knew what he had to do.
He didn't want to have his weakness. He wanted to have his strength. He then walked to his living room and went to stare at himself.
"Honey, why are you up so late?" whispered someone. He spun around and said, "No reason, Molly, just couldn't sleep."
Molly didn't seem to believe him but she left back upstairs. He then smiled politely at the woman.
She was right. He couldn't sleep. The fear wouldn't let him sleep. He was unnerved and felt awful. He checked his watch and grimaced. Six hours until the meeting. The meeting would ultimately decide his face.
Yeah, there was nothing to fear… Nothing to fear at all…
But Will knew to never truly believe that.
Because when he feared. It was for a good reason.