Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing. *sneaks out with Hannibal stuffed in
her backpack*
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"Ooff!" Hannibal said as he caught Clarice, falling back into the snow. In truth, he hadn't caught her. He had been about to climb back into the tree when she had fallen on him.
Hannibal tried to get up, but whenever he pushed up, he only sunk more into the snow. Determined not to get buried in snow, he rolled Clarice off of him and sat up, sinking down another few inches. Eventually he was standing and he looked at Clarice. He gasped. She was completely covered in cuts, was bleeding from numerous places and had an especially bad cut on her head that was already starting to get a rather large lump. She was also rather blue. He bent over and picked her up, intent on bringing her back into her house when he realized he didn't have a key. While he was good at picking locks, he didn't have his usual equipment with him and he knew that he had to get Clarice inside quickly.
Hannibal climbed up onto Clarice's porch and set her down on what looked like a table. He searched his pockets and eventually came up with a bobby pin. Why he had a bobby pin in the pocket of his winter coat he didn't know, but was very thankful for it being there. He made quick work of the lock and brought Clarice inside. He set her gently down on the couch and quickly closed and locked the door.
Hannibal carried Clarice into her bedroom and set her on the bed, wondering what to do. Her clothes were sopping so he decided to change her into something more comfortable. He felt quite awkward undressing her, but managed to get the task done quickly. He went over to what appeared to be a dresser and opened the top drawer. After sifting through many pairs of underwear and socks that he would have much preferred not to, he found what looked like a warm sleep shirt. He picked it up and slipped in over Clarice's head. He the tucked her into her bed and left, closing the door softly behind him.
Hannibal walked down the hall and down the stairs. Just then the lights flickered and went out. However he kept on walking and soon banged into what appeared to be a solid wall. Hannibal cursed and rubbed his head. He felt around for a bit and found a knob. He opened it and was able barley to see that he was in her kitchen. Hannibal began opening the drawers systematically looking for candles. Eventually, he found a package of long candles and a larger package of shorter ones. In a divided off section of the drawer he found matches. In another section were candle holders. He lit one of the larger ones and looked again at the smaller ones, pondering. He decided, and took the smaller ones and the box of matches.
Hannibal went upstairs and into Clarice's room. He lit one of the larger candles and put it on the bedside table. Around it he put the smaller ones. Next to all of those, he put the bags of candles. He opened the drawer of the table, meaning to put the box of matches in it. Instead, he stopped. Hannibal blinked and looked again. He gasped at what he saw, put the matches in the drawer and quickly shut it, pretending it wasn't there. It was just too good to be true. He took his candle and walked quickly out of her room and towards the kitchen. He scanned the counter and saw her coffee machine. He tried to make some, but remembered that the power was out. He cursed yet again and got a glass of water, sitting down at the table, ignoring the feeling in his stomach and the chills racing up his spine. Instead, he thought about what he was going to do if Clarice was seriously ill. He knew he couldn't call a doctor because he was, after all, on the top ten wanted list. Hannibal decided that he would cross that bridge when he came to it, and tried to clear his mind. It didn't really work, but when his water was finished, he was very tired. He went into Clarice's living room and fell into a deep sleep.
Hannibal woke up the next morning and went to go check on Clarice. She was still sleeping and was deathly pale. Or, she looked like she was sleeping. He reached up to her neck and sighed when he felt a pulse. He walked out into her hall and began opening doors. In the process of looking for her closet, he found a bathroom, a guest room, which he could use tonight if he needed to, a study and finally her closet. He took all of the blankets he could find and went back to Clarice, covering her further. She snuggled beneath them, seeming to know that they were there even if she was asleep. He smiled and ran his finger along her cheek. He then left, again closing the door.
Hannibal went into the guest room and decided that he could spend the rest of the day in here. It was right next to Clarice's room so if she woke up he would here her. He went to the window and looked outside. Even though it was ten in the morning, it was practically pitch black. The storm was amazingly strong, and showed no signs of letting off any time soon. Hannibal sighed. At least no one would be calling. Of course, at that exact moment, he could distinctly hear the phone ringing. He knew it had to be a cell phone and began searching for it. He went into Clarice's room and found it immediately on her dresser. He picked it up and hit the go button. He didn't say anything.
"Agent Starling? It's Crawford. Don't worry about Lecter; we just heard that he was spotted in France." Hannibal smiled. So that's what she was doing. Looking for him.
"Starling? Can you hear me?" Crawford said. Hannibal hung up, knowing that it could be blamed on the storm. He put the cell phone back on the dresser and went downstairs to get some breakfast. Once he had made his way to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door, hoping that nothing had spoiled overnight. He found some bread and considered toast. He immediately mentally smacked himself on the forehead, knowing that the toaster wouldn't be working because the power was out. He put the bread back and decided that anything in the refrigerator would need to be heated. Hannibal began to search her cupboards, hoping to find some cereal. In the first one he opened, he was assaulted by paper towels. Hannibal jumped back, wondering why anyone would stuff paper towels into a cupboard. In the next on he opened, he found a large array of cereals. He selected a box of Cheerio's. Hannibal put them down on the table and began looking for a bowl. He found one rather quickly and poured some into the bowl. He then went back to where the cereal cupboard was and got assaulted yet again by paper towels. He cursed, shoved them back in and opened the cupboard next to the paper towel one and put the Cheerio's back. Hannibal went to the refrigerator to get milk, then decided against it. The milk was sure to be spoiled and he didn't want to deal with it right now. Hannibal sat down and reached for his cheerio's. They weren't where he had remembered putting them. He began slowly sweeping his hands along the table. He promptly knocked the bowl over and heard cheerio's being scattered all over the floor. Hannibal cursed and decided that maybe he would just have a slice of bread for breakfast. He went to the refrigerator and got the bread without any further incident. Hannibal took two slices, put the bread back and sat down at the table. He ate them quickly and pondered what to do next. His course of action was quickly decided for him when he heard and odd sound coming from upstairs.
Hannibal ran up the stairs into Clarice's room. He found her sitting up in bed, coughing. When Clarice saw him she quickly opened the drawer at her table and stared at its contents. She stopped coughing. She looked back at Hannibal and then at the drawer. She took her gun out and pointed it shakily at him.
"What do you want?" Clarice asked, her voice coming out as a barely audible squeak.
"Clarice, I just saved your life. I would expect you to be thanking me. Now put the gun back where it belongs." Clarice did as she was told. "I suggest you lie down. I wouldn't want you to get any sicker that you already are," Hannibal said and went over next to her. Clarice cuddled back under the blankets. Hannibal felt her forehead. "You're burning. Do you have any Tylenol?" Clarice nodded.
"In the medicine cabinet of the bathroom." Hannibal went and quickly found it. He read the label. It said that she should take two. He shook out three of the white tablets and went back to Clarice.
"Take these," he said and handed her the medicine. She eyed him warily. "I'm not going to poison you. If you're ever going to get better, I suggest you take them." Clarice sniffed them and then swallowed them.
"What do you want, Doctor Lecter?" Clarice said again.
"You shouldn't be talking. I'm here because I want to be," Hannibal said. "By the way, if you go into the kitchen, be careful. I spilt some cheerio's this morning and I haven't gotten around to cleaning it up yet. But you should be resting."
"How long has the power been out? It's freezing," Clarice asked.
"All night," Hannibal answered, looking concerned. "You're under all of your blankets. Do you want something...nevermind. The power's out; I can't make you anything warm. Is there anything I can do for you?" Clarice bit her lip in indecision. "What? Just tell me, Clarice."
"Nothing. I'm going to go back to sleep now," she said and rolled over.
"Of course. Good bye," Hannibal said and went back to the guest room. He saw a large bookcase and went over to it hoping to find something to do. Most of the books were reference ones, but a few were Stephen King. He took out "The Shining" and began to read.
An hour later he decided to go check on Clarice. When he saw her he knew that he needed to do something and do it quickly. She was, if possible, paler than before and the cuts on her face stood vividly out as if she had red streaks of paint on her face. Her lips were a very light shade of blue and her teeth were chattering. Her whole body was shaking for that matter. Hannibal did the only thing he could think of; he got into bed next to her and put his arm around her. As soon as he did, she stopped shaking. He smiled, but then stopped. If she was still this sick tomorrow morning, he would have to get her to a doctor somehow. But right now, what Clarice needed most was to rest. That's not such a bad idea, Hannibal thought as his eyelids started to droop. He soon fell asleep with Clarice in his arms.
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"Ooff!" Hannibal said as he caught Clarice, falling back into the snow. In truth, he hadn't caught her. He had been about to climb back into the tree when she had fallen on him.
Hannibal tried to get up, but whenever he pushed up, he only sunk more into the snow. Determined not to get buried in snow, he rolled Clarice off of him and sat up, sinking down another few inches. Eventually he was standing and he looked at Clarice. He gasped. She was completely covered in cuts, was bleeding from numerous places and had an especially bad cut on her head that was already starting to get a rather large lump. She was also rather blue. He bent over and picked her up, intent on bringing her back into her house when he realized he didn't have a key. While he was good at picking locks, he didn't have his usual equipment with him and he knew that he had to get Clarice inside quickly.
Hannibal climbed up onto Clarice's porch and set her down on what looked like a table. He searched his pockets and eventually came up with a bobby pin. Why he had a bobby pin in the pocket of his winter coat he didn't know, but was very thankful for it being there. He made quick work of the lock and brought Clarice inside. He set her gently down on the couch and quickly closed and locked the door.
Hannibal carried Clarice into her bedroom and set her on the bed, wondering what to do. Her clothes were sopping so he decided to change her into something more comfortable. He felt quite awkward undressing her, but managed to get the task done quickly. He went over to what appeared to be a dresser and opened the top drawer. After sifting through many pairs of underwear and socks that he would have much preferred not to, he found what looked like a warm sleep shirt. He picked it up and slipped in over Clarice's head. He the tucked her into her bed and left, closing the door softly behind him.
Hannibal walked down the hall and down the stairs. Just then the lights flickered and went out. However he kept on walking and soon banged into what appeared to be a solid wall. Hannibal cursed and rubbed his head. He felt around for a bit and found a knob. He opened it and was able barley to see that he was in her kitchen. Hannibal began opening the drawers systematically looking for candles. Eventually, he found a package of long candles and a larger package of shorter ones. In a divided off section of the drawer he found matches. In another section were candle holders. He lit one of the larger ones and looked again at the smaller ones, pondering. He decided, and took the smaller ones and the box of matches.
Hannibal went upstairs and into Clarice's room. He lit one of the larger candles and put it on the bedside table. Around it he put the smaller ones. Next to all of those, he put the bags of candles. He opened the drawer of the table, meaning to put the box of matches in it. Instead, he stopped. Hannibal blinked and looked again. He gasped at what he saw, put the matches in the drawer and quickly shut it, pretending it wasn't there. It was just too good to be true. He took his candle and walked quickly out of her room and towards the kitchen. He scanned the counter and saw her coffee machine. He tried to make some, but remembered that the power was out. He cursed yet again and got a glass of water, sitting down at the table, ignoring the feeling in his stomach and the chills racing up his spine. Instead, he thought about what he was going to do if Clarice was seriously ill. He knew he couldn't call a doctor because he was, after all, on the top ten wanted list. Hannibal decided that he would cross that bridge when he came to it, and tried to clear his mind. It didn't really work, but when his water was finished, he was very tired. He went into Clarice's living room and fell into a deep sleep.
Hannibal woke up the next morning and went to go check on Clarice. She was still sleeping and was deathly pale. Or, she looked like she was sleeping. He reached up to her neck and sighed when he felt a pulse. He walked out into her hall and began opening doors. In the process of looking for her closet, he found a bathroom, a guest room, which he could use tonight if he needed to, a study and finally her closet. He took all of the blankets he could find and went back to Clarice, covering her further. She snuggled beneath them, seeming to know that they were there even if she was asleep. He smiled and ran his finger along her cheek. He then left, again closing the door.
Hannibal went into the guest room and decided that he could spend the rest of the day in here. It was right next to Clarice's room so if she woke up he would here her. He went to the window and looked outside. Even though it was ten in the morning, it was practically pitch black. The storm was amazingly strong, and showed no signs of letting off any time soon. Hannibal sighed. At least no one would be calling. Of course, at that exact moment, he could distinctly hear the phone ringing. He knew it had to be a cell phone and began searching for it. He went into Clarice's room and found it immediately on her dresser. He picked it up and hit the go button. He didn't say anything.
"Agent Starling? It's Crawford. Don't worry about Lecter; we just heard that he was spotted in France." Hannibal smiled. So that's what she was doing. Looking for him.
"Starling? Can you hear me?" Crawford said. Hannibal hung up, knowing that it could be blamed on the storm. He put the cell phone back on the dresser and went downstairs to get some breakfast. Once he had made his way to the kitchen, he opened the refrigerator door, hoping that nothing had spoiled overnight. He found some bread and considered toast. He immediately mentally smacked himself on the forehead, knowing that the toaster wouldn't be working because the power was out. He put the bread back and decided that anything in the refrigerator would need to be heated. Hannibal began to search her cupboards, hoping to find some cereal. In the first one he opened, he was assaulted by paper towels. Hannibal jumped back, wondering why anyone would stuff paper towels into a cupboard. In the next on he opened, he found a large array of cereals. He selected a box of Cheerio's. Hannibal put them down on the table and began looking for a bowl. He found one rather quickly and poured some into the bowl. He then went back to where the cereal cupboard was and got assaulted yet again by paper towels. He cursed, shoved them back in and opened the cupboard next to the paper towel one and put the Cheerio's back. Hannibal went to the refrigerator to get milk, then decided against it. The milk was sure to be spoiled and he didn't want to deal with it right now. Hannibal sat down and reached for his cheerio's. They weren't where he had remembered putting them. He began slowly sweeping his hands along the table. He promptly knocked the bowl over and heard cheerio's being scattered all over the floor. Hannibal cursed and decided that maybe he would just have a slice of bread for breakfast. He went to the refrigerator and got the bread without any further incident. Hannibal took two slices, put the bread back and sat down at the table. He ate them quickly and pondered what to do next. His course of action was quickly decided for him when he heard and odd sound coming from upstairs.
Hannibal ran up the stairs into Clarice's room. He found her sitting up in bed, coughing. When Clarice saw him she quickly opened the drawer at her table and stared at its contents. She stopped coughing. She looked back at Hannibal and then at the drawer. She took her gun out and pointed it shakily at him.
"What do you want?" Clarice asked, her voice coming out as a barely audible squeak.
"Clarice, I just saved your life. I would expect you to be thanking me. Now put the gun back where it belongs." Clarice did as she was told. "I suggest you lie down. I wouldn't want you to get any sicker that you already are," Hannibal said and went over next to her. Clarice cuddled back under the blankets. Hannibal felt her forehead. "You're burning. Do you have any Tylenol?" Clarice nodded.
"In the medicine cabinet of the bathroom." Hannibal went and quickly found it. He read the label. It said that she should take two. He shook out three of the white tablets and went back to Clarice.
"Take these," he said and handed her the medicine. She eyed him warily. "I'm not going to poison you. If you're ever going to get better, I suggest you take them." Clarice sniffed them and then swallowed them.
"What do you want, Doctor Lecter?" Clarice said again.
"You shouldn't be talking. I'm here because I want to be," Hannibal said. "By the way, if you go into the kitchen, be careful. I spilt some cheerio's this morning and I haven't gotten around to cleaning it up yet. But you should be resting."
"How long has the power been out? It's freezing," Clarice asked.
"All night," Hannibal answered, looking concerned. "You're under all of your blankets. Do you want something...nevermind. The power's out; I can't make you anything warm. Is there anything I can do for you?" Clarice bit her lip in indecision. "What? Just tell me, Clarice."
"Nothing. I'm going to go back to sleep now," she said and rolled over.
"Of course. Good bye," Hannibal said and went back to the guest room. He saw a large bookcase and went over to it hoping to find something to do. Most of the books were reference ones, but a few were Stephen King. He took out "The Shining" and began to read.
An hour later he decided to go check on Clarice. When he saw her he knew that he needed to do something and do it quickly. She was, if possible, paler than before and the cuts on her face stood vividly out as if she had red streaks of paint on her face. Her lips were a very light shade of blue and her teeth were chattering. Her whole body was shaking for that matter. Hannibal did the only thing he could think of; he got into bed next to her and put his arm around her. As soon as he did, she stopped shaking. He smiled, but then stopped. If she was still this sick tomorrow morning, he would have to get her to a doctor somehow. But right now, what Clarice needed most was to rest. That's not such a bad idea, Hannibal thought as his eyelids started to droop. He soon fell asleep with Clarice in his arms.