Surprise Surprise
ß----------Erm, not much to say this time…. So… on with the story I guess?------------à
ENDINGS TO THIS STORY ARE WELCOMED!
It was him who made the first movement.
'Clarice.' She did not move.
'Clarice, please, talk to me.' Nothing. He was getting desperate now. 'Clarice, please, tell me how to make it better, and I will do it, I will do anything, you know that.' A slight stir. She was thinking about it.
Suddenly, there was a small rap on the door. Both heads turned quickly towards the intruding noise. Another rap, slightly louder this time.
'Doctor Bolton, there's a call for you on line 2.'
'Yes, thank you Bekka.' He replied. Clarice looked up at him as he carefully pulled away from her. 'I have to get that Clarice.' He said without looking into her eyes. She nodded her head and sat back down, embarrassed of embracing Hannibal Lecter, and ashamed of the tears that still showed on his blue shirt. He walked away into his office and picked up the phone. She heard him mumble something, but that was none of her business. He came back out and stood looking at her. She didn't look at him though. She couldn't bear to tell him what she was about to say whilst looking in his eyes. He spoke first though.
'Clarice, I understand the pain that I have caused you. And I know what it feels like. But you must listen to me. Even If you never listen to me again, you must listen now. I don't think that I could say this more than once.
'Clarice, you have caused me a lot of trouble. I'm not just talking about the way you insist on following me, or the way that one of us always gets hurt when we meet' His eyes flicked to her shoulder as though he could see right through he clothing, then he raised his hand to his face to show the scar on his thumb. He had had it sown back on. 'I am consistently on the run from the FBI, yet it is always you who finds me. Why is that? No one else can find me, track me down, but you can?
'I believe in fate Clarice. And if you're the only one who can find me, then I believe that you should be the only one who sees me. Knows me. Wants me.' She looked up at him. 'Clarice, until the moment I met you, I did not believe in love at first sight. But now I do. I have loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Life has no meaning to me if it is without...'
'Stop.' She whispered. She could take no more of this. 'Doctor, I am going to find this very hard to say, and please don't make me reconsider the choice I am going to make.' She took a deep breath. Hannibal took none. 'Doct… Hannibal. I love you. There is a way that you have taken me. And for that, I love you. With all my heart. But I cannot forgive you for what you have done to me.' He knew deep down that he expected this, but wished it never to happen. 'You have taken everything that mattered away from me. I have given everything to find you, and I have had nothing but pain returned. I cannot possibly be with you. There would always be a part of me that would want to turn you in. And although I hate you, I love you too much to take your freedom. The one thing that matters to you.' She stopped. He had taken the one thing that mattered to her, why not do the same to him? She couldn't.
'No Clarice. You have just taken the one thing that mattered to me. You.' She stopped mid-breath.
'Oh Hannibal… i….' she managed to whisper as her voice trailed….. The bell went to tell them both that it was the end of their session. She didn't want to leave him alone. He looked at her. Were there tears in his eyes?
'Okie Dokie Clarice. Times up. You be a good girl won't you?'
'Hannibal…' she was about to speak, but was interrupted.
'Clarice, there are no need for words. I know now how you feel. And I know never to make the same mistake again.' She looked down and nodded. Goddamn her tears. 'Have a good life Clarice. You'll make someone very happy one day.' She stood up, still looking down, and walked slowly to the door where he was standing. He opened it for her.
'Goodbye Clarice.' She said as she walked out. He closed the door behind her.
She had not said goodbye back.
ß--------- Hummm………. Well, I must say… is she planning on paying a visit to our good doctor? She didn't say goodbye… believe it or not, that will have a significant meaning to the story later on. You know when people say… 'this isn't goodbye, we'll see each other again..' I think you get my point. He said goodbye but she didn't? well well well! :-O Please read and review!---------------à
ß----------Erm, not much to say this time…. So… on with the story I guess?------------à
ENDINGS TO THIS STORY ARE WELCOMED!
It was him who made the first movement.
'Clarice.' She did not move.
'Clarice, please, talk to me.' Nothing. He was getting desperate now. 'Clarice, please, tell me how to make it better, and I will do it, I will do anything, you know that.' A slight stir. She was thinking about it.
Suddenly, there was a small rap on the door. Both heads turned quickly towards the intruding noise. Another rap, slightly louder this time.
'Doctor Bolton, there's a call for you on line 2.'
'Yes, thank you Bekka.' He replied. Clarice looked up at him as he carefully pulled away from her. 'I have to get that Clarice.' He said without looking into her eyes. She nodded her head and sat back down, embarrassed of embracing Hannibal Lecter, and ashamed of the tears that still showed on his blue shirt. He walked away into his office and picked up the phone. She heard him mumble something, but that was none of her business. He came back out and stood looking at her. She didn't look at him though. She couldn't bear to tell him what she was about to say whilst looking in his eyes. He spoke first though.
'Clarice, I understand the pain that I have caused you. And I know what it feels like. But you must listen to me. Even If you never listen to me again, you must listen now. I don't think that I could say this more than once.
'Clarice, you have caused me a lot of trouble. I'm not just talking about the way you insist on following me, or the way that one of us always gets hurt when we meet' His eyes flicked to her shoulder as though he could see right through he clothing, then he raised his hand to his face to show the scar on his thumb. He had had it sown back on. 'I am consistently on the run from the FBI, yet it is always you who finds me. Why is that? No one else can find me, track me down, but you can?
'I believe in fate Clarice. And if you're the only one who can find me, then I believe that you should be the only one who sees me. Knows me. Wants me.' She looked up at him. 'Clarice, until the moment I met you, I did not believe in love at first sight. But now I do. I have loved you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Life has no meaning to me if it is without...'
'Stop.' She whispered. She could take no more of this. 'Doctor, I am going to find this very hard to say, and please don't make me reconsider the choice I am going to make.' She took a deep breath. Hannibal took none. 'Doct… Hannibal. I love you. There is a way that you have taken me. And for that, I love you. With all my heart. But I cannot forgive you for what you have done to me.' He knew deep down that he expected this, but wished it never to happen. 'You have taken everything that mattered away from me. I have given everything to find you, and I have had nothing but pain returned. I cannot possibly be with you. There would always be a part of me that would want to turn you in. And although I hate you, I love you too much to take your freedom. The one thing that matters to you.' She stopped. He had taken the one thing that mattered to her, why not do the same to him? She couldn't.
'No Clarice. You have just taken the one thing that mattered to me. You.' She stopped mid-breath.
'Oh Hannibal… i….' she managed to whisper as her voice trailed….. The bell went to tell them both that it was the end of their session. She didn't want to leave him alone. He looked at her. Were there tears in his eyes?
'Okie Dokie Clarice. Times up. You be a good girl won't you?'
'Hannibal…' she was about to speak, but was interrupted.
'Clarice, there are no need for words. I know now how you feel. And I know never to make the same mistake again.' She looked down and nodded. Goddamn her tears. 'Have a good life Clarice. You'll make someone very happy one day.' She stood up, still looking down, and walked slowly to the door where he was standing. He opened it for her.
'Goodbye Clarice.' She said as she walked out. He closed the door behind her.
She had not said goodbye back.
ß--------- Hummm………. Well, I must say… is she planning on paying a visit to our good doctor? She didn't say goodbye… believe it or not, that will have a significant meaning to the story later on. You know when people say… 'this isn't goodbye, we'll see each other again..' I think you get my point. He said goodbye but she didn't? well well well! :-O Please read and review!---------------à