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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 6: Coming Home
"Claricccee…" the soft rasp of his voice rang in the air long after he finished saying it. She stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. Looking away she could see the plane was almost empty and the people who weren't gone were making their way out.
Getting up, Clarice tried to shake off the deep sleep she was in just a few minutes ago. She looked around the airport, quickly finding a banner saying, 'Welcome to Paris'. She had never been to the country before so Clarice didn't know what to make of it. As soon as they left the airport, a taxi came to pick them up. After traveling for about 15 minutes, they got out and Lecter led her to another car, this one more suitable for long rides.
She noticed he was surprisingly quiet and decided that may be the talking was all ahead of them in more 'suitable' settings perhaps. Soon there were less and less houses, as they drove out of the large city. It was several hours before they arrived at a remote cottage and he stopped the car. Lecter got out and calmly walked over to open her door. Clarice looked around trying to take in her surroundings. There were just a couple of trees on either side of the house. Several other houses could be seen from the road they came from, but the area looked tranquil.
"Perhaps you'd like something to eat?" he suggested as they made their way inside.
Suddenly remembering her stomach, Clarice nodded. "And you can find a bathroom upstairs if you'd like to freshen up a bit," Dr Lecter suggested. She decided it was a good idea and started making her way up the stairs, stretching her unused muscles.
Finding a small bedroom, she got in and slowly sat down on the bed, forgetting why she came upstairs. What was she doing here? Should she feel calm with HIM somewhere so remote? Nobody could find her here… Suddenly it dawned on her – she didn't want to be found… she was so tired of her superiors constantly looking over her shoulder, telling her what to do and how to do it. Right now she wanted to be a ghost, far away from the life she had led before.
She couldn't help a yawn escaping her throat. This place was so relaxing and she didn't have so little stress in ages. She decided to lie down on the bed for a while and try to get some rest. Soon she lost all track of time.
Her mind wondered to the sound of a soft and calming rhythm. What was it? She took a deep breath in through the nose. Sea…. They were somewhere close to sea…
Feeling more alert, Clarice opened her eyes once more, finding the day slowly fading. Has she been asleep? Clarice got up, stretched and made her way downstairs in search of him. She didn't see any sight of him in the house – perhaps he went out? She noticed the back door slightly open. Venturing closer she could soon see Dr. Lecter standing calmly with his hands behind his back. He made no sign that he was aware of her presence as she made her way towards him.
"Did you have a nice rest?" he asked just before she spoke.
"Yes, I did," she answered for the first time noticing he was actually overlooking the sea beneath them. They were both standing on a small cliff with the sun's rays slowly fading in the distance. She let her eyes close for a moment, enjoying the play of wind against her skin and hair. When she opened them again, she was looking directly into his eyes.
Neither said a word, as if not to spoil the moment. Instead it felt like they knew another language, which did not require words. When the closeness started getting uncomfortable for her, he asked, "Why did you come with me, Clarice?"
Suddenly she became interested in their surroundings, the ground, the sea – everything but his intent gaze. "You know why, doctor," she said.
"Tell me, Clarice," he probed further.
Not wanting to explain, she looked down, fearing that if she said a word, something she wanted to hide might come out. Hide… like she could hide anything from him. A small chuckle escaped her lips.
"Mind letting me in on the joke, my dear," he said, his voice very soothing.
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Ok, sorry it took me so long to continue and of course thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I know this chapter ended a bit abruptly but I promise to continue soon! I think it's just one more chapter to go!!! I can't believe I'll finish this now! Wish me luck… I have a bad habit of making endings waaay too mushy! Lol! – 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 6: Coming Home
"Claricccee…" the soft rasp of his voice rang in the air long after he finished saying it. She stirred in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. Looking away she could see the plane was almost empty and the people who weren't gone were making their way out.
Getting up, Clarice tried to shake off the deep sleep she was in just a few minutes ago. She looked around the airport, quickly finding a banner saying, 'Welcome to Paris'. She had never been to the country before so Clarice didn't know what to make of it. As soon as they left the airport, a taxi came to pick them up. After traveling for about 15 minutes, they got out and Lecter led her to another car, this one more suitable for long rides.
She noticed he was surprisingly quiet and decided that may be the talking was all ahead of them in more 'suitable' settings perhaps. Soon there were less and less houses, as they drove out of the large city. It was several hours before they arrived at a remote cottage and he stopped the car. Lecter got out and calmly walked over to open her door. Clarice looked around trying to take in her surroundings. There were just a couple of trees on either side of the house. Several other houses could be seen from the road they came from, but the area looked tranquil.
"Perhaps you'd like something to eat?" he suggested as they made their way inside.
Suddenly remembering her stomach, Clarice nodded. "And you can find a bathroom upstairs if you'd like to freshen up a bit," Dr Lecter suggested. She decided it was a good idea and started making her way up the stairs, stretching her unused muscles.
Finding a small bedroom, she got in and slowly sat down on the bed, forgetting why she came upstairs. What was she doing here? Should she feel calm with HIM somewhere so remote? Nobody could find her here… Suddenly it dawned on her – she didn't want to be found… she was so tired of her superiors constantly looking over her shoulder, telling her what to do and how to do it. Right now she wanted to be a ghost, far away from the life she had led before.
She couldn't help a yawn escaping her throat. This place was so relaxing and she didn't have so little stress in ages. She decided to lie down on the bed for a while and try to get some rest. Soon she lost all track of time.
Her mind wondered to the sound of a soft and calming rhythm. What was it? She took a deep breath in through the nose. Sea…. They were somewhere close to sea…
Feeling more alert, Clarice opened her eyes once more, finding the day slowly fading. Has she been asleep? Clarice got up, stretched and made her way downstairs in search of him. She didn't see any sight of him in the house – perhaps he went out? She noticed the back door slightly open. Venturing closer she could soon see Dr. Lecter standing calmly with his hands behind his back. He made no sign that he was aware of her presence as she made her way towards him.
"Did you have a nice rest?" he asked just before she spoke.
"Yes, I did," she answered for the first time noticing he was actually overlooking the sea beneath them. They were both standing on a small cliff with the sun's rays slowly fading in the distance. She let her eyes close for a moment, enjoying the play of wind against her skin and hair. When she opened them again, she was looking directly into his eyes.
Neither said a word, as if not to spoil the moment. Instead it felt like they knew another language, which did not require words. When the closeness started getting uncomfortable for her, he asked, "Why did you come with me, Clarice?"
Suddenly she became interested in their surroundings, the ground, the sea – everything but his intent gaze. "You know why, doctor," she said.
"Tell me, Clarice," he probed further.
Not wanting to explain, she looked down, fearing that if she said a word, something she wanted to hide might come out. Hide… like she could hide anything from him. A small chuckle escaped her lips.
"Mind letting me in on the joke, my dear," he said, his voice very soothing.
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Ok, sorry it took me so long to continue and of course thank you for all the wonderful reviews! I know this chapter ended a bit abruptly but I promise to continue soon! I think it's just one more chapter to go!!! I can't believe I'll finish this now! Wish me luck… I have a bad habit of making endings waaay too mushy! Lol! – Jane:)