DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters in this story which belong to Thomas
Harris. I'm just writing fan fiction and I don't get any pay to do this so
please don't sue!
WRITER'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Hannibal fan fiction so I would really like to know what you think of it. Please review it and I'll write more soon. Don't be put off by the ordinary beginning of this piece, it will heat up a bit later on.(not in an R-rated way though! he he!)
The End of the Beginning
By Jane S.
Chapter 11: The Return
She had gotten her job back. Not as high a rank as she used to be but a couple of months would easily fix that. Everything was perfect, she told herself. But the report left out mention about who helped her along the way. How did he feel about her now? She knew that he wouldn't value credit much, that in fact it might spoil his reputation, but she couldn't help wondering.
She had learned something about herself too, along the way, or rather admitted that even if she had a clear shot on him in the worst situation, she could never pull the trigger. The question was: would he play the games again? Would she ever even see him again?
"Hello Clarice," his even voice flowed from behind her. She inwardly cursed for not knowing he was there earlier. He brushed her arm with his warm palm, hardly touching her skin. A shiver run down her spine. Clarice forced herself to turn around to face him.
"Look around you, Clarice," he indicated her dull apartment, "there's nothing more to be gained here…"
"What are you saying, doctor?" she kept a straight face.
A grin spread across his face, as he came closer, "Tell me, Clarice, you already know it"
She looked deep into his maroon eyes for a second, her mind working full time on the response and still she couldn't bring herself to say it. She dropped trying to think of an answer and let her heart guide her lips to his, in a kiss which said so much more than words could ever do.
She felt like that was the turning point in her life. She didn't need the FBI anymore than they needed her. The way this man made her feel was something no one else could give her no matter how hard she worked. It was time to move on…
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In just one week, they were on a plane heading for South Africa. She looked out the window feeling her past life flying away with the wind. All the chains that tied her down were broken and for the first time she felt like she was free. Free from her superiors, the oath she took and the awful screaming of the lambs, which plagued her for so many years.
Clarice reached for the doctor's hand and held it in her own. He tuned to look at her and smiled, knowing that they both had found their happiness as they flew into the sunset.
THE END!
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Sorry if I made it too mushy but I couldn't help it! Lol! For now I intend to continue with my other FF "Memories" but it may take time due to tha fact I have to go back to school. *growl* Finally I'd like to thank you all again and tell you that I never would have finished this without your encouragement! – Jane:)
WRITER'S NOTE: Ok, this is my first attempt at a Hannibal fan fiction so I would really like to know what you think of it. Please review it and I'll write more soon. Don't be put off by the ordinary beginning of this piece, it will heat up a bit later on.(not in an R-rated way though! he he!)
The End of the Beginning
By Jane S.
Chapter 11: The Return
She had gotten her job back. Not as high a rank as she used to be but a couple of months would easily fix that. Everything was perfect, she told herself. But the report left out mention about who helped her along the way. How did he feel about her now? She knew that he wouldn't value credit much, that in fact it might spoil his reputation, but she couldn't help wondering.
She had learned something about herself too, along the way, or rather admitted that even if she had a clear shot on him in the worst situation, she could never pull the trigger. The question was: would he play the games again? Would she ever even see him again?
"Hello Clarice," his even voice flowed from behind her. She inwardly cursed for not knowing he was there earlier. He brushed her arm with his warm palm, hardly touching her skin. A shiver run down her spine. Clarice forced herself to turn around to face him.
"Look around you, Clarice," he indicated her dull apartment, "there's nothing more to be gained here…"
"What are you saying, doctor?" she kept a straight face.
A grin spread across his face, as he came closer, "Tell me, Clarice, you already know it"
She looked deep into his maroon eyes for a second, her mind working full time on the response and still she couldn't bring herself to say it. She dropped trying to think of an answer and let her heart guide her lips to his, in a kiss which said so much more than words could ever do.
She felt like that was the turning point in her life. She didn't need the FBI anymore than they needed her. The way this man made her feel was something no one else could give her no matter how hard she worked. It was time to move on…
---------
In just one week, they were on a plane heading for South Africa. She looked out the window feeling her past life flying away with the wind. All the chains that tied her down were broken and for the first time she felt like she was free. Free from her superiors, the oath she took and the awful screaming of the lambs, which plagued her for so many years.
Clarice reached for the doctor's hand and held it in her own. He tuned to look at her and smiled, knowing that they both had found their happiness as they flew into the sunset.
THE END!
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Sorry if I made it too mushy but I couldn't help it! Lol! For now I intend to continue with my other FF "Memories" but it may take time due to tha fact I have to go back to school. *growl* Finally I'd like to thank you all again and tell you that I never would have finished this without your encouragement! – Jane:)