Disclaimer: I don't own them, because if I did, we would have Hannibal part 4 already ^_^ Even though I've written some other fics, this is my first time to put one on FF.net, so please be nice! I plan on finishing it anyway, but if I get some reviews it'll motivate me to write faster so please review!! If everyone likes it, I may even do a sequel when it's finished. Thanks for reading! ~Clarice (Hannah)
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Chapter One: Changes
Three weeks after the events in "Hannibal"
Clarice Starling drives down a calming stretch of highway surrounded by woods. She's been driving for so long that she's in a bit of a trance. The radio is playing, but she isn't listening to it; her mind is somewhere else. Two weeks before she had been informed that the FBI was "letting her go." She head been lucky to escape being prosecuted as an accomplice in the death of Paul Krendler. The Bureau had decided to let her off on the charges, and fire her instead. She didn't really care. None of it seemed to matter anymore. Ever since the events on the Chesapeake, her life has been a blur. She doesn't even really remember why she started driving at all today, and she doesn't care about that either. She had almost considered letting go of the steering wheel and ending it all a couple of times. No, she had decided not to do that. She didn't want to endanger the lives of other people, and deep down she didn't want to give up and end her own life, pointless as it seemed to her now. For now, she'll just keep driving. Sooner or later, she'll figure out what to do.
Five years later
Clarice Starling is propped up on several pillows in the middle of a large bed. A small boy sits in her lap, and she's reading him a bedtime story. Her long auburn tresses cover her shoulders as well as the child's. He looks lovingly up at her before his eyes close and he falls asleep. Clarice closes the book and places it on the nightstand. She lifts the boy over to the right side of the bed and snuggles up next to him. The boy is her three year old son, Nicholas.
It has been almost five years since she was with the FBI, and three years since she has heard from Lecter. Four years ago she had met and fallen in love with Nick's father, Robert. Five months later they had gotten married, and two months after that she had discovered she was pregnant. She had gotten two letters from Lecter in those twelve months. One when she had married Robert, wishing them all the best, and one when Nick was born. Lecter had seemed honestly happy for them and had even sent Nick a very expensive Italian-made crib. Robert hadn't been too happy about it, but Clarice had insisted that it would be rude not to accept the gift, especially one so nice. Lecter had promised to leave her and her family perfectly safe and that she would not hear from him again unless she needed him. He had kept his word. There had been anonymous gifts every year for Nick's birthday, but not any
letters or unexpected visits. But now, the silence is about to be broken... again.
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Chapter One: Changes
Three weeks after the events in "Hannibal"
Clarice Starling drives down a calming stretch of highway surrounded by woods. She's been driving for so long that she's in a bit of a trance. The radio is playing, but she isn't listening to it; her mind is somewhere else. Two weeks before she had been informed that the FBI was "letting her go." She head been lucky to escape being prosecuted as an accomplice in the death of Paul Krendler. The Bureau had decided to let her off on the charges, and fire her instead. She didn't really care. None of it seemed to matter anymore. Ever since the events on the Chesapeake, her life has been a blur. She doesn't even really remember why she started driving at all today, and she doesn't care about that either. She had almost considered letting go of the steering wheel and ending it all a couple of times. No, she had decided not to do that. She didn't want to endanger the lives of other people, and deep down she didn't want to give up and end her own life, pointless as it seemed to her now. For now, she'll just keep driving. Sooner or later, she'll figure out what to do.
Five years later
Clarice Starling is propped up on several pillows in the middle of a large bed. A small boy sits in her lap, and she's reading him a bedtime story. Her long auburn tresses cover her shoulders as well as the child's. He looks lovingly up at her before his eyes close and he falls asleep. Clarice closes the book and places it on the nightstand. She lifts the boy over to the right side of the bed and snuggles up next to him. The boy is her three year old son, Nicholas.
It has been almost five years since she was with the FBI, and three years since she has heard from Lecter. Four years ago she had met and fallen in love with Nick's father, Robert. Five months later they had gotten married, and two months after that she had discovered she was pregnant. She had gotten two letters from Lecter in those twelve months. One when she had married Robert, wishing them all the best, and one when Nick was born. Lecter had seemed honestly happy for them and had even sent Nick a very expensive Italian-made crib. Robert hadn't been too happy about it, but Clarice had insisted that it would be rude not to accept the gift, especially one so nice. Lecter had promised to leave her and her family perfectly safe and that she would not hear from him again unless she needed him. He had kept his word. There had been anonymous gifts every year for Nick's birthday, but not any
letters or unexpected visits. But now, the silence is about to be broken... again.