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sue, I don't have much money, etc.
AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.
SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!
Déjà Vu
By Jane
1 PART 5: Car ride
He was driving. She was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. It was only after they started moving, that she had the chance to think over what she'd done. Was it wrong? It didn't feel that way. But she couldn't help feeling that she betrayed something. The FBI? Her long career all gone in a few minutes?
Dr Lecter was unusually quiet, while they were driving, and she was thankful for it. He knew this was a battle she had to face alone and work things out. Rushing her would do no good.
Less than twenty minutes went by, which to Clarice seemed like just a few seconds. Suddenly realizing she had no idea where they were going, she turned to look at him. Dr Lecter was showing no signs of being distressed. His calmness was comforting somehow, because she knew that was the one thing that never changed. That she could rely on.
"What is it Clarice?" he asked not looking away from the road.
"Where are we going, Dr Lecter?" she asked.
"If it will make you feel safer, to the Airport," he answered in a serene tone.
"What if they already discovered you're missing?"
"Unlikely, but even if they have, they'll be looking at last minute reservations and I had it booked a while ago…"
"How did you…" she started and decided not to continue any further because she already knew the answer. He gave a small quick grin.
About 15 minutes later they were at their destination and he parked the car by a smaller entrance, with less chance of being noticed. Getting out, Dr Lecter put on his sunglasses, which were his only disguise and walked over to open Clarice's car door.
"It will only be a minute," he told her before disappearing into one of the buildings near by. She waited impatiently and wondered if there was any other choice for her now. She could still pretend this never happened. Getting a very clear picture of her apartment and her basement office, Clarice took it back. She didn't want to go back there. That was the kind of life she always tried to escape. She didn't know how she ended up there.
And looking at it from a fresh view, she actually didn't regret that she did what she thought was right at all. It was right in her conscience and that mattered more than the FBI's rulebook.
Having made this justification, she felt better and less confused about where she was now. Clarice didn't hear as Dr Lecter came up behind her. He was wearing a casual suit and a fedora hat that matched. In his right hand, he carried a small bag.
"Shall we?" he asked.
There was no question about it now. "Yes, let's go," she answered.
Walking through the doors to the airport, they were met by a busy crowd. Clarice scanned the vast area, looking out for any kind of trouble and was sure the doctor was doing the same. She couldn't see any threat and let her tense muscles relax for a bit.
At the desk he handed the attendant their plane tickets and got directions on where to go. He put his hand lightly behind her back, not to lose her in the crowd. It felt strangely comfortable for her as they made their way down to the plane. Out of the corner of his eye, Dr Lecter saw the security guards running around more in a rush than usual and decided not to take any chances and walked faster.
Security was going through all the planes and stood at the entrances fully alerted. Clarice didn't like the way it was turning out. It was dangerous for them to be found now… together. Her heart raced, but his steady, warm hand at her back kept her walking calmly.
Just before they got to their plane, they saw a few security guards exit it and say something into their radio. As they walked by, Dr. Lecter went to pick up his small bag from the floor, so that they wouldn't get a good look at his face. The security guards walked away and Clarice and Lecter got onto the plane. Before they knew it, they were moving.
He noticed Clarice looked a little wary and asked. "Is there still something bothering you, my dear?"
"I still have no idea where we're going…" she turned to look at him.
"All in good time," an amused grin spread slowly across his face and then melted again. "Try and get some sleep now… the journey will be quite long and monotonous…"
Deciding that he was right, she slowly closed her eyes and her mind began to drift. She really didn't get much rest the last couple of days.
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First of all, I'm very sorry for the long delay, but time wasn't on my side this week and it still isn't but I managed to get this done. I'm not sure how or for how long I should let this continue, or should I end it here? Please email me your suggestions because I'm rather out of ideas at the moment! Thanks:) – Jane:)
AUTHER'S NOTE: Ok, this is another attempt at a Hannibal fic. I'm not sure where this story is going yet, so please be patient with me. I might not write very fast because I only get the time on weekends. Thanks.
SUMMARY: Lecter is in prison and Starling comes to visit him… but he has only days left to live!
Déjà Vu
By Jane
1 PART 5: Car ride
He was driving. She was sitting next to him in the passenger seat. It was only after they started moving, that she had the chance to think over what she'd done. Was it wrong? It didn't feel that way. But she couldn't help feeling that she betrayed something. The FBI? Her long career all gone in a few minutes?
Dr Lecter was unusually quiet, while they were driving, and she was thankful for it. He knew this was a battle she had to face alone and work things out. Rushing her would do no good.
Less than twenty minutes went by, which to Clarice seemed like just a few seconds. Suddenly realizing she had no idea where they were going, she turned to look at him. Dr Lecter was showing no signs of being distressed. His calmness was comforting somehow, because she knew that was the one thing that never changed. That she could rely on.
"What is it Clarice?" he asked not looking away from the road.
"Where are we going, Dr Lecter?" she asked.
"If it will make you feel safer, to the Airport," he answered in a serene tone.
"What if they already discovered you're missing?"
"Unlikely, but even if they have, they'll be looking at last minute reservations and I had it booked a while ago…"
"How did you…" she started and decided not to continue any further because she already knew the answer. He gave a small quick grin.
About 15 minutes later they were at their destination and he parked the car by a smaller entrance, with less chance of being noticed. Getting out, Dr Lecter put on his sunglasses, which were his only disguise and walked over to open Clarice's car door.
"It will only be a minute," he told her before disappearing into one of the buildings near by. She waited impatiently and wondered if there was any other choice for her now. She could still pretend this never happened. Getting a very clear picture of her apartment and her basement office, Clarice took it back. She didn't want to go back there. That was the kind of life she always tried to escape. She didn't know how she ended up there.
And looking at it from a fresh view, she actually didn't regret that she did what she thought was right at all. It was right in her conscience and that mattered more than the FBI's rulebook.
Having made this justification, she felt better and less confused about where she was now. Clarice didn't hear as Dr Lecter came up behind her. He was wearing a casual suit and a fedora hat that matched. In his right hand, he carried a small bag.
"Shall we?" he asked.
There was no question about it now. "Yes, let's go," she answered.
Walking through the doors to the airport, they were met by a busy crowd. Clarice scanned the vast area, looking out for any kind of trouble and was sure the doctor was doing the same. She couldn't see any threat and let her tense muscles relax for a bit.
At the desk he handed the attendant their plane tickets and got directions on where to go. He put his hand lightly behind her back, not to lose her in the crowd. It felt strangely comfortable for her as they made their way down to the plane. Out of the corner of his eye, Dr Lecter saw the security guards running around more in a rush than usual and decided not to take any chances and walked faster.
Security was going through all the planes and stood at the entrances fully alerted. Clarice didn't like the way it was turning out. It was dangerous for them to be found now… together. Her heart raced, but his steady, warm hand at her back kept her walking calmly.
Just before they got to their plane, they saw a few security guards exit it and say something into their radio. As they walked by, Dr. Lecter went to pick up his small bag from the floor, so that they wouldn't get a good look at his face. The security guards walked away and Clarice and Lecter got onto the plane. Before they knew it, they were moving.
He noticed Clarice looked a little wary and asked. "Is there still something bothering you, my dear?"
"I still have no idea where we're going…" she turned to look at him.
"All in good time," an amused grin spread slowly across his face and then melted again. "Try and get some sleep now… the journey will be quite long and monotonous…"
Deciding that he was right, she slowly closed her eyes and her mind began to drift. She really didn't get much rest the last couple of days.
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First of all, I'm very sorry for the long delay, but time wasn't on my side this week and it still isn't but I managed to get this done. I'm not sure how or for how long I should let this continue, or should I end it here? Please email me your suggestions because I'm rather out of ideas at the moment! Thanks:) – Jane:)