Disclaimer: I own zilch. Thanks to SlowChemical77 for help with ideas.
You're a lifesaver, girl.
A/N: Once again, much thanks to SlowChemical77 with ideas. I can't do it without you.
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Clarice woke up at three in the morning feeling angrier than she had been in ages. Every reproachful feeling that she had ever felt towards the doctor seemed to be radiating from her in a supernatural sort of energy. Just the thought of him in her house infuriated her further, so she decided to get him out. She got out of bed and threw on her warmest coat even though with all of the adrenaline rushing through her body she didn't think she would need it, the small amount of reason left in her demanded it. She managed to open the door quietly and close it just as softly, not wanting to wake up Doctor Lecter because she knew that he'd make her go back to bed.
Clarice snuck down the stairs feeling like a criminal in her own house and began rooting through her closet for a shovel. It took longer than it should've because of the doctor, but she managed to find a good one. She grabbed her boots and tugged them on and then her warmest gloves. Opening her door, she headed out into the blizzard.
Walking around to her driveway, Clarice realized that she had quite a job ahead of her. All she could see of her car and the doctors were large lumps of snow. Wondering if she might not be better just going back inside, she glanced back at her house. The window of the guest room that Doctor Lecter was staying in was staring at her as if taunting her to give up. Not wanting to be bested by a window, she started digging.
A half hour later, Clarice started to feel faint. Not wanting to give up when she had barely even started, she sat down to look at what she'd done so far. Apparently the adrenaline was stronger than she had thought because from the street to about five feet in was completely cleared and the snow was about five feet deep. She had built herself into a kind of valley with huge walls of snow looming down on her. She judged that she had another five feet or so left and stood up, meaning to complete the job before all of her work was undone. However, that proved to be too much for her and she collapsed, instantly unconscious.
Clarice woke up six hours later in her own bed. Not moving, she could feel that she had sprained her back and maybe her legs as well. She rolled over and groaned for several reasons. First, it caused a huge amount of pain. Second, Doctor Lecter was sitting in a chair next to her.
"Wish you had let me die," Clarice muttered. She stopped from the rest of what she was going to say because her throat was like sandpaper.
"I would never do that to you, Clarice. You know that," Doctor Lecter said. "And what were you doing out in the middle of a blizzard shovelling snow?" he said, his voice getting louder.
"Getting you out of here," Clarice whispered. Since she couldn't yell, she pushed as much venom into her voice as possible. It wasn't difficult.
"I'm not leaving until you're better," the doctor said.
"Yes you are," Clarice replied. She tried to get up again to finish digging but was stopped by the doctor. "Let me go!" she yelled, completely destroying her voice.
"No!" Doctor Lecter replied, pushing Clarice down. He lowered her head down to her face and spat, "I am not leaving this house until you are completely healed. You are not going to get better until you stay in this bed. Put two and two together, Clarice. If you continue to get out of bed, I'm never going to end up going."
Clarice glared at him and lowered herself back into bed. "You are without a doubt the most annoying person I have ever met. Of course that's stretching the definition."
The doctor furrowed his brow. "What definition?" he asked, for once confused.
"Person," Clarice smirked.
"You know, I'm doing all of this for you," Doctor Lecter replied. "It would serve you well to be grateful."
"Grateful?" Clarice spat as if it was a dirty word. "You come into by house, tell me that you're in love with me and convince me to say that I love you too. As soon as you do, you instantly close up. You say that you want to protect me, but nothing's happened yet! You spent over ten years out of jail, even after Chesapeake. It's not likely something's going to happen!"
Doctor Lecter stared at Clarice. "All I want is for you to be happy," he said quietly.
"There are better ways, you know," Clarice replied angrily.
"Could you at least listen to me?" the doctor asked.
"No," Clarice spat.
"You'll listen to me, whether you want to or not," Doctor Lecter roared, finally loosing his temper. He flipped Clarice onto her back and lowered his face only a few inches away from hers. He took out his harpy and pressed it against her throat to make sure she didn't move. "Don't you ever forget who you're dealing with."
Clarice stared at him in shock. She never thought that Doctor Lecter would hold her against his harpy, even just to keep her still.
"Answer me," he hissed.
"I'll listen," Clarice whispered. She didn't think that he would hurt her. Emphasis on think.
"I love you, Clarice, despite what you may think." The doctor stopped when Clarice snorted disbelievingly. "I do. I don't want you to get hurt. As for being grateful, I've saved your life countless times since I arrived here and if you hadn't climbed a tree in the middle of a blizzard, I wouldn'tv'e needed to help you in the first place, so really all of this is your fault."
"If you hadn't been stalking me, I wouldn't have needed to climb the tree," Clarice replied. "And stop blaming everything on me."
"Then stop causing everything," Doctor Lecter hissed.
"I didn't do anything. I was trying to protect myself and my property. And as for the life saving part, I could've turned you into the F.B.I. also countless times. In fact, my cell phone is on the dresser. As soon as you let me go, I'm reporting you," Clarice spat.
Doctor Lecter pushed the harpy into Clarice's throat very slightly, only enough to scare her. "Then I'm not letting you up."
Clarice snorted again. "You're going to stay there forever then?"
The doctor pushed the harpy in harder until a thin line of blood appeared. Clarice gasped, partly in pain and partly in surprise. She felt her eyes well up with tears even though she knew that this was what the doctor was looking for. "I hate you," she whispered.
Doctor Lecter smirked because that was exactly what he wanted her to say. "That isn't what you thought when we were kissing."
Clarice stared at him, literally stunned into silence. "What are you implying?" she yelled as loudly as she could without hurting her voice even more.
"Oh, nothing," the doctor replied innocently.
"I'm not a fucking whore!" Clarice yelled, ignoring her throat. "You're a fucking pervert! Get the fuck off me!"
"Stop swearing, Clarice. Like I said before, it's rude," Doctor Lecter smirked.
"I can't fucking believe you called me a fucking whore!" Clarice continued to yell.
"I didn't say anything of the sort. All I said is that you apparently changed your mind," Doctor Lecter replied calmly.
Clarice narrowed her eyes. "That isn't what you meant and you know it. You're just trying to get me pissed off enough so I'll be annoyed and be annoying enough that you'll have an excuse to kill me. Let me tell you something; you don't need one. You have my official permission."
Doctor Lecter's look softened accidentally. "I'd never kill you," he whispered. He stopped pressing the harpy into her neck as hard as he had been and trailed it up and down Clarice's neck, sending shivers up and down her spine. She leaned up into Doctor Lecter by accident, not wanting to but her body forcing her too. Doctor Lecter's lips met her own in a passionate kiss until Clarice broke it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
The doctor smirked. "See? All you want is sex."
Clarice stared at him, yet again shocked into silence. "Fuck you."
"Now all you're doing is proving my point even more," Doctor Lecter leered, choosing to use a different definition than Clarice had meant.
"That's not what I meant!" Clarice yelled. Doing the only thing she could think of as most of her body was pinned down by the doctor, she spat in his face. Unfortunately, this didn't have the desired effect.
"That's just rude, Clarice. You know I hate the rude," Doctor Lecter said calm as can be. He held up his harpy so it glinted in the half light of the blizzard and put it back against Clarice's throat, pressing it in until she gasped with pain which took awhile. By then her neck had already started to bleed again.
"You're a lying hypocrite," Clarice spat, trying to hold her hand up to her neck but not succeeding because the doctor was holding her down. "You said you wouldn't kill me. But hey, a long drawn out death is better than none at all."
"I'm not going to kill you. You know I'm a doctor. I know how deep a cut need to be before one bleeds to death. I'm not going to cut one of your arteries either, not to worry," Doctor Lecter said. His voice was calm again and he had apparently regained his control. The hand holding the harpy wasn't shaking anymore and everything about him seemed to calm down. "Clarice, do you remember Chesapeake?" he asked.
"How could I not?" Clarice snapped.
"Because sometimes when something really upsetting happens, the person who it happened to forgets it. I can assume it wasn't all that upsetting then," Doctor Lecter replied.
"What is your point, Doctor?" Clarice asked.
"Well, the last time I kissed you against your will, it was because you were stuck in a refrigerator. This time it will be because I'm holding you against my harpy," the doctor answered and kissed Clarice. This time he forced his tongue into her mouth and moaned audibly. "I love you, Clarice," he whispered and went back to kissing her.
"You're a fucking rapist," Clarice said the best she could with the doctor's tongue in her mouth. Almost instinctively, she bit down as hard as she could, causing the doctor to leap back with surprise. He fell ungracefully off of the end of the bed, giving Clarice a chance to get up. She did so and ran to her dresser as fast as she could, picking up her cell phone and flipping it up, praying that it had some batteries left. It didn't.
"Clarice, get back into bed. I don't want you to get sicker," Doctor Lecter replied as though nothing had happened. He was standing behind Clarice and guiding her gently but firmly back to her bed. Clarice started kicking him, but the doctor ignored her and finally got her into bed. He pulled the covers up to Clarice's chin.
"Let me go," Clarice spat through clenched teeth.
Doctor Lecter considered. "No, I'd rather you didn't kill yourself," he replied and straddled her so she couldn't get out of bed. "Now get some rest."
"You expect me to sleep like this?" Clarice said, staring in wonder at the doctor.
"Exhaustion will eventually overcome you. Please, try to sleep," the doctor replied.
"Sure, whatever," Clarice replied disgustedly.
Doctor Lecter sighed and ignored Clarice.
"Are you going to talk to me?" Clarice asked.
Doctor Lecter didn't say anything.
Clarice stared at him and then smirked, realizing this was the perfect time to get back at him. "Mischa dieing was your fault," she said, hoping she struck a nerve and wondering if that would get him to say anything.
Immediately tears welled up in the doctor's eyes, but he still didn't say anything.
"If you had taken better care of her, she'd still be here today," Clarice pressed on. "You didn't care about her then and you still don't. In fact, you hate her."
"No I don't," Doctor Lecter whispered, unable to let that comment go.
"If you loved her, you would've saved her," Clarice said. She knew that she was just being mean and was doing it on purpose. She knew that she would regret it later, but now it felt so good. Addicting, almost.
"I loved her with all of my heart, Clarice. I still do," whispered the doctor.
"If you love her with all of your heart, then how can you still love me?" Clarice replied. It was the wrong thing to say, and she knew it.
"I don't know," Doctor Lecter spat. Having had enough, he kissed Clarice searingly on the mouth. "Since you want me to leave so much, I'll go," he said, and walked out of the room. Stopping in the doorway, he turned around and said, "Thank you for digging out the driveway. It will make it much easier for me." He then left, closing the door behind him.
A/N: Once again, much thanks to SlowChemical77 with ideas. I can't do it without you.
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Clarice woke up at three in the morning feeling angrier than she had been in ages. Every reproachful feeling that she had ever felt towards the doctor seemed to be radiating from her in a supernatural sort of energy. Just the thought of him in her house infuriated her further, so she decided to get him out. She got out of bed and threw on her warmest coat even though with all of the adrenaline rushing through her body she didn't think she would need it, the small amount of reason left in her demanded it. She managed to open the door quietly and close it just as softly, not wanting to wake up Doctor Lecter because she knew that he'd make her go back to bed.
Clarice snuck down the stairs feeling like a criminal in her own house and began rooting through her closet for a shovel. It took longer than it should've because of the doctor, but she managed to find a good one. She grabbed her boots and tugged them on and then her warmest gloves. Opening her door, she headed out into the blizzard.
Walking around to her driveway, Clarice realized that she had quite a job ahead of her. All she could see of her car and the doctors were large lumps of snow. Wondering if she might not be better just going back inside, she glanced back at her house. The window of the guest room that Doctor Lecter was staying in was staring at her as if taunting her to give up. Not wanting to be bested by a window, she started digging.
A half hour later, Clarice started to feel faint. Not wanting to give up when she had barely even started, she sat down to look at what she'd done so far. Apparently the adrenaline was stronger than she had thought because from the street to about five feet in was completely cleared and the snow was about five feet deep. She had built herself into a kind of valley with huge walls of snow looming down on her. She judged that she had another five feet or so left and stood up, meaning to complete the job before all of her work was undone. However, that proved to be too much for her and she collapsed, instantly unconscious.
Clarice woke up six hours later in her own bed. Not moving, she could feel that she had sprained her back and maybe her legs as well. She rolled over and groaned for several reasons. First, it caused a huge amount of pain. Second, Doctor Lecter was sitting in a chair next to her.
"Wish you had let me die," Clarice muttered. She stopped from the rest of what she was going to say because her throat was like sandpaper.
"I would never do that to you, Clarice. You know that," Doctor Lecter said. "And what were you doing out in the middle of a blizzard shovelling snow?" he said, his voice getting louder.
"Getting you out of here," Clarice whispered. Since she couldn't yell, she pushed as much venom into her voice as possible. It wasn't difficult.
"I'm not leaving until you're better," the doctor said.
"Yes you are," Clarice replied. She tried to get up again to finish digging but was stopped by the doctor. "Let me go!" she yelled, completely destroying her voice.
"No!" Doctor Lecter replied, pushing Clarice down. He lowered her head down to her face and spat, "I am not leaving this house until you are completely healed. You are not going to get better until you stay in this bed. Put two and two together, Clarice. If you continue to get out of bed, I'm never going to end up going."
Clarice glared at him and lowered herself back into bed. "You are without a doubt the most annoying person I have ever met. Of course that's stretching the definition."
The doctor furrowed his brow. "What definition?" he asked, for once confused.
"Person," Clarice smirked.
"You know, I'm doing all of this for you," Doctor Lecter replied. "It would serve you well to be grateful."
"Grateful?" Clarice spat as if it was a dirty word. "You come into by house, tell me that you're in love with me and convince me to say that I love you too. As soon as you do, you instantly close up. You say that you want to protect me, but nothing's happened yet! You spent over ten years out of jail, even after Chesapeake. It's not likely something's going to happen!"
Doctor Lecter stared at Clarice. "All I want is for you to be happy," he said quietly.
"There are better ways, you know," Clarice replied angrily.
"Could you at least listen to me?" the doctor asked.
"No," Clarice spat.
"You'll listen to me, whether you want to or not," Doctor Lecter roared, finally loosing his temper. He flipped Clarice onto her back and lowered his face only a few inches away from hers. He took out his harpy and pressed it against her throat to make sure she didn't move. "Don't you ever forget who you're dealing with."
Clarice stared at him in shock. She never thought that Doctor Lecter would hold her against his harpy, even just to keep her still.
"Answer me," he hissed.
"I'll listen," Clarice whispered. She didn't think that he would hurt her. Emphasis on think.
"I love you, Clarice, despite what you may think." The doctor stopped when Clarice snorted disbelievingly. "I do. I don't want you to get hurt. As for being grateful, I've saved your life countless times since I arrived here and if you hadn't climbed a tree in the middle of a blizzard, I wouldn'tv'e needed to help you in the first place, so really all of this is your fault."
"If you hadn't been stalking me, I wouldn't have needed to climb the tree," Clarice replied. "And stop blaming everything on me."
"Then stop causing everything," Doctor Lecter hissed.
"I didn't do anything. I was trying to protect myself and my property. And as for the life saving part, I could've turned you into the F.B.I. also countless times. In fact, my cell phone is on the dresser. As soon as you let me go, I'm reporting you," Clarice spat.
Doctor Lecter pushed the harpy into Clarice's throat very slightly, only enough to scare her. "Then I'm not letting you up."
Clarice snorted again. "You're going to stay there forever then?"
The doctor pushed the harpy in harder until a thin line of blood appeared. Clarice gasped, partly in pain and partly in surprise. She felt her eyes well up with tears even though she knew that this was what the doctor was looking for. "I hate you," she whispered.
Doctor Lecter smirked because that was exactly what he wanted her to say. "That isn't what you thought when we were kissing."
Clarice stared at him, literally stunned into silence. "What are you implying?" she yelled as loudly as she could without hurting her voice even more.
"Oh, nothing," the doctor replied innocently.
"I'm not a fucking whore!" Clarice yelled, ignoring her throat. "You're a fucking pervert! Get the fuck off me!"
"Stop swearing, Clarice. Like I said before, it's rude," Doctor Lecter smirked.
"I can't fucking believe you called me a fucking whore!" Clarice continued to yell.
"I didn't say anything of the sort. All I said is that you apparently changed your mind," Doctor Lecter replied calmly.
Clarice narrowed her eyes. "That isn't what you meant and you know it. You're just trying to get me pissed off enough so I'll be annoyed and be annoying enough that you'll have an excuse to kill me. Let me tell you something; you don't need one. You have my official permission."
Doctor Lecter's look softened accidentally. "I'd never kill you," he whispered. He stopped pressing the harpy into her neck as hard as he had been and trailed it up and down Clarice's neck, sending shivers up and down her spine. She leaned up into Doctor Lecter by accident, not wanting to but her body forcing her too. Doctor Lecter's lips met her own in a passionate kiss until Clarice broke it.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
The doctor smirked. "See? All you want is sex."
Clarice stared at him, yet again shocked into silence. "Fuck you."
"Now all you're doing is proving my point even more," Doctor Lecter leered, choosing to use a different definition than Clarice had meant.
"That's not what I meant!" Clarice yelled. Doing the only thing she could think of as most of her body was pinned down by the doctor, she spat in his face. Unfortunately, this didn't have the desired effect.
"That's just rude, Clarice. You know I hate the rude," Doctor Lecter said calm as can be. He held up his harpy so it glinted in the half light of the blizzard and put it back against Clarice's throat, pressing it in until she gasped with pain which took awhile. By then her neck had already started to bleed again.
"You're a lying hypocrite," Clarice spat, trying to hold her hand up to her neck but not succeeding because the doctor was holding her down. "You said you wouldn't kill me. But hey, a long drawn out death is better than none at all."
"I'm not going to kill you. You know I'm a doctor. I know how deep a cut need to be before one bleeds to death. I'm not going to cut one of your arteries either, not to worry," Doctor Lecter said. His voice was calm again and he had apparently regained his control. The hand holding the harpy wasn't shaking anymore and everything about him seemed to calm down. "Clarice, do you remember Chesapeake?" he asked.
"How could I not?" Clarice snapped.
"Because sometimes when something really upsetting happens, the person who it happened to forgets it. I can assume it wasn't all that upsetting then," Doctor Lecter replied.
"What is your point, Doctor?" Clarice asked.
"Well, the last time I kissed you against your will, it was because you were stuck in a refrigerator. This time it will be because I'm holding you against my harpy," the doctor answered and kissed Clarice. This time he forced his tongue into her mouth and moaned audibly. "I love you, Clarice," he whispered and went back to kissing her.
"You're a fucking rapist," Clarice said the best she could with the doctor's tongue in her mouth. Almost instinctively, she bit down as hard as she could, causing the doctor to leap back with surprise. He fell ungracefully off of the end of the bed, giving Clarice a chance to get up. She did so and ran to her dresser as fast as she could, picking up her cell phone and flipping it up, praying that it had some batteries left. It didn't.
"Clarice, get back into bed. I don't want you to get sicker," Doctor Lecter replied as though nothing had happened. He was standing behind Clarice and guiding her gently but firmly back to her bed. Clarice started kicking him, but the doctor ignored her and finally got her into bed. He pulled the covers up to Clarice's chin.
"Let me go," Clarice spat through clenched teeth.
Doctor Lecter considered. "No, I'd rather you didn't kill yourself," he replied and straddled her so she couldn't get out of bed. "Now get some rest."
"You expect me to sleep like this?" Clarice said, staring in wonder at the doctor.
"Exhaustion will eventually overcome you. Please, try to sleep," the doctor replied.
"Sure, whatever," Clarice replied disgustedly.
Doctor Lecter sighed and ignored Clarice.
"Are you going to talk to me?" Clarice asked.
Doctor Lecter didn't say anything.
Clarice stared at him and then smirked, realizing this was the perfect time to get back at him. "Mischa dieing was your fault," she said, hoping she struck a nerve and wondering if that would get him to say anything.
Immediately tears welled up in the doctor's eyes, but he still didn't say anything.
"If you had taken better care of her, she'd still be here today," Clarice pressed on. "You didn't care about her then and you still don't. In fact, you hate her."
"No I don't," Doctor Lecter whispered, unable to let that comment go.
"If you loved her, you would've saved her," Clarice said. She knew that she was just being mean and was doing it on purpose. She knew that she would regret it later, but now it felt so good. Addicting, almost.
"I loved her with all of my heart, Clarice. I still do," whispered the doctor.
"If you love her with all of your heart, then how can you still love me?" Clarice replied. It was the wrong thing to say, and she knew it.
"I don't know," Doctor Lecter spat. Having had enough, he kissed Clarice searingly on the mouth. "Since you want me to leave so much, I'll go," he said, and walked out of the room. Stopping in the doorway, he turned around and said, "Thank you for digging out the driveway. It will make it much easier for me." He then left, closing the door behind him.