Author's Note: Yes, its Saavik typing again. Tikky is no longer holding
out on us. LOL Enjoy!
Chapter 19: Altercations
"That's going to get him fired," Lecter mused. 'Sometimes people are so dense,' Clarice thought. Dare she say it aloud? It was rude, but the officer had been too.
That disgusting pig reminded her too much of Paul Krendler. She quickly ditched those thoughts and reached to flick on the radio. What came over the radio surprised her.
Hannibal was a fan of classical music, but it wasn't classical that played on the radio now.
It was country music. Specifically, Shania Twain, singing 'Raining on our love.'
"What an appropriate song," Clarice muttered softly under her breath before speaking up. "What's with this music?" She questioned, her accent in full swing.
Lecter glanced at Clarice, who was staring at him, a look of question in her eyes. "I thought you would enjoy it," Lecter said as he changed the stations to one he enjoyed more. Clarice leaned the seat back slightly and closed her eyes, relaxing.
'No wonder he can stay so calm. This music is very soothing.' Clarice said silently to herself.
"Clariiiice, dear…" Lecter's hiss of words interrupted her train of thoughts, and she turned to him.
"Time to get out of the car." Lecter pulled into the parking stall and shut off the car. It was the furthest one from the entrance to the airport.
Clarice didn't say anything, just opened the door of the viper, and turned to get out of the car.
Forgetting about her foot, she stepped down on it and cried out. "Oww!" Her howl echoed through the darkness around them as she fell to the ground.
"Are you alright, me dear?" Lecter asked calmly, taking his dear sweet time walking around the car to her aid.
"No, I stepped onto my sore foot," she informed his as she tried standing once more. She ended up falling again before Lecter helped her up.
"Sit on the car. I'll grab the luggage and then we can wait in the airport until the plane arrives." He told her.
Lecter got the luggage, then helped Clarice off the car. He wasn't going to carry her this time, just hold her close as she hobbled along beside him.
They made their was to the airport, slowly but surely. As they did, Clarice began a conversation. "When are you going to answer my questions?"
Lecter stopped, setting down the luggage, and turned towards her, "The reason I am doing this is because I had ruined your life. You life was depressing, really. I have merely save you from taking the wrong road in your life."
Clarice stared at him, not wanting to say anything. Finally she responded, "I could have saved up enough money, gone back to school. I was going to. Could have moved somewhere else, and gotten another job in the FBI. Now I can't…" She had let out most of her anger, and felt a little better now.
"Lets go inside. Its getting chilly standing out here," Lecter said to her as he grabbed the three bags of luggage once more.
What Clarice did next was totally unexpected…
Chapter 19: Altercations
"That's going to get him fired," Lecter mused. 'Sometimes people are so dense,' Clarice thought. Dare she say it aloud? It was rude, but the officer had been too.
That disgusting pig reminded her too much of Paul Krendler. She quickly ditched those thoughts and reached to flick on the radio. What came over the radio surprised her.
Hannibal was a fan of classical music, but it wasn't classical that played on the radio now.
It was country music. Specifically, Shania Twain, singing 'Raining on our love.'
"What an appropriate song," Clarice muttered softly under her breath before speaking up. "What's with this music?" She questioned, her accent in full swing.
Lecter glanced at Clarice, who was staring at him, a look of question in her eyes. "I thought you would enjoy it," Lecter said as he changed the stations to one he enjoyed more. Clarice leaned the seat back slightly and closed her eyes, relaxing.
'No wonder he can stay so calm. This music is very soothing.' Clarice said silently to herself.
"Clariiiice, dear…" Lecter's hiss of words interrupted her train of thoughts, and she turned to him.
"Time to get out of the car." Lecter pulled into the parking stall and shut off the car. It was the furthest one from the entrance to the airport.
Clarice didn't say anything, just opened the door of the viper, and turned to get out of the car.
Forgetting about her foot, she stepped down on it and cried out. "Oww!" Her howl echoed through the darkness around them as she fell to the ground.
"Are you alright, me dear?" Lecter asked calmly, taking his dear sweet time walking around the car to her aid.
"No, I stepped onto my sore foot," she informed his as she tried standing once more. She ended up falling again before Lecter helped her up.
"Sit on the car. I'll grab the luggage and then we can wait in the airport until the plane arrives." He told her.
Lecter got the luggage, then helped Clarice off the car. He wasn't going to carry her this time, just hold her close as she hobbled along beside him.
They made their was to the airport, slowly but surely. As they did, Clarice began a conversation. "When are you going to answer my questions?"
Lecter stopped, setting down the luggage, and turned towards her, "The reason I am doing this is because I had ruined your life. You life was depressing, really. I have merely save you from taking the wrong road in your life."
Clarice stared at him, not wanting to say anything. Finally she responded, "I could have saved up enough money, gone back to school. I was going to. Could have moved somewhere else, and gotten another job in the FBI. Now I can't…" She had let out most of her anger, and felt a little better now.
"Lets go inside. Its getting chilly standing out here," Lecter said to her as he grabbed the three bags of luggage once more.
What Clarice did next was totally unexpected…