Summary: Tristan vows to find Galahad in their next life. Hannibal has to live up to that promise.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Hannibal or King Arthur
Rating: T+
Pairing: Tristan/Galahad Hannibal/Will
A/N: Each chapter is short.
MIRRORING THE PAST:
BALTIMORE, MARYLAND:
PRESENT
Hannibal stood at the stove stirring the broth letting the bones of the black Chinese bird mix together with the wolfberries, ginseng, ginger, red dates, and star anise. He was so consumed with preparing the meal that he nearly missed Will standing in the open doorway. Looking up, his heart seized in his chest. "What are you doing up?" Leaving the stove, Hannibal went to Will taking his arm across his shoulders. He then wrapped his right arm around Will's waist guiding him to the brown leather chair tucked in the corner of his kitchen.
Will sat down slowly under Hannibal's guidance. "I was hungry," He said, "and lonely." A smile curled his lips up. He took as deep of a breath as he could, taking in the scent of the soup. "I could smell that from the other room." Will mumbled resting fully in the chair. He exerted more energy than he'd meant to on his trek from the sitting room to the kitchen. Will sensed that Hannibal wanted to keep him close to assure him that he was still alive and Will wanted to be close to him. Knowing of their past, remembering it bit by bit, made him see Hannibal in a new light.
Hannibal shook his head, "It's almost ready. I thought you would sleep a while longer." He arched his brow, gently scolding Will with a look. "You should be resting, not moving around the house." Though, Hannibal was glad Will was in the kitchen where he could keep an eye on him. He'd fought the urge to keep going back into the sitting room to check on a sleeping Will while the soup cooked. Hannibal forced himself to remain in one room while he controlled the anger burning through him. It outraged him to see that someone had dared to lay a blade to his precious Will.
"I know you're angry." Will said letting his loll back. He was too tired to hold it up. There was a sense of familiarity surrounding them. The last time he'd had soup, Hannibal had made it for him, and the time before that that he could remember Tristan had sat behind him, holding the bowl to his lips.
"Oh," Hannibal arched his brows up. "And how can you tell that?" He asked stirring the broth again. It was good to have Will with him, looking in his eyes with trust. Hannibal found he missed that.
"Because you're trying not to let me see it," Will answered shifting to his left side, taking pressure from his right. "I know you…" For a second he debated using the name lingering on his tongue. "Tristan… I know you."
"As I know you, Galahad," Hannibal replied smiling to Will. Taking the ladle from the pot, he covered the dish with the lid and once again stepped from the stove to return to Will. Hannibal caressed Will's face, leaning over with the intent of stealing a kiss when the front doorbell rang. Instead a growl rumbled in his chest. "Twice in one day." He grumbled looking down at Will. His young man smiled. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back."
Standing outside, Jack Crawford looked down at the porch seeing small traces of blood still marring the otherwise pristine concrete porch of Hannibal's house. He'd had a talk with Alana Blood a few hours ago when she came into his office very concerned about Will in Hannibal's care. They had caught a case early in the morning that required Will's particular skill set, but the man had seemingly vanished until Alana let him know that Will was with Hannibal Lecter. That concerned Jack as well, considering Will was using all his strength to convince everyone that Hannibal was a serial killer, eating his victims. A few more seconds slipped by before the door opened with Hannibal standing on the other side. "Good afternoon Doctor." Jack greeted.
Not wanting to waste time, Hannibal said, "Alana talked to you I take it." He moved aside, allowing Jack to enter, it would've been rude not to let him inside after all. Right now he had nothing to hide, at least nothing of consequence. Though, he would have preferred to have a little more time alone with Will, and the memories rising between them. "I knew it was a matter of time before she told you."
"I came to check on him." Jack said following Hannibal into the kitchen where Will was sitting in the chair, eyes closed almost seemingly asleep. "He's not looking too good." Jack commented moving further into the kitchen, closer to Will.
"He's on the mend." Hannibal assured. "I was just making him a healing broth. Would you like to stay?" He offered keeping his eyes on the slumbering Will.