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A/N: Thanks to SlowChemical77. Can't do it without you. I seriously can't. She gives me all of the ideas and all I do is write them. She's the brains behind this project. I am merely a writer.
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Clarice woke up around noon feeling incredibly alone. Trying to figure out why, she rolled over again and saw that the doctor wasn't in his chair anymore. Even though she had convinced herself that she hated him, she knew it wasn't really true. Hoping that he hadn't actually left, she walked over to the window to see if his car was still there. He was, but only just barely. He had apparently been digging since she had fallen asleep and was almost done. She realized with a start that she actually didn't want him to go. Running down the stairs, she grabbed her coat and put on all of her winter clothes and ran outside to where he was.
"Here you go," Doctor Lecter said, tossing Clarice a shovel.
"I came out to tell you that you can stay if you want to!" Clarice yelled over the blizzard. "However, if you really want to leave, I'll gladly help!" Instantly she felt the anger boil up in her again. Wondering why she ever wanted him to stay, she began to dig along side him.
"Clarice, if you want me to stay, that's more than ok with me, but will you please go inside?" the doctor asked, stopping shovelling.
"No," Clarice replied and continued to dig.
"I'm still not leaving until you get better," Doctor Lecter said and put his shovel down, going over to Clarice. "As a doctor, I'm prescribing bed rest."
"Stop using everything against me. Just because you're a doctor doesn't mean that you're better than me," Clarice huffed as she dug, getting more and more out of breath with every shovel.
"Clarice, please. You don't want to die," Doctor Lecter said and tried to take the shovel out of Clarice's grip. She wouldn't let go, so the doctor started to pull harder. Eventually she let go, sending them both flying them back into the snow. "Clarice!" Doctor Lecter sputtered.
"I gave you the shovel," she smirked.
Doctor Lecter got up and picked Clarice up in his arms. He began to carry her inside. Immediately, she started screaming and kicking.
"LET ME GO!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!" she cried.
"This is what you get for not doing as I say," the doctor said and carried Clarice up the stairs and to her room. He placed her down on the bed and sat on her again.
"Get off," Clarice spat through clenched teeth.
"Now, Clarice, since you refuse to cooperate, I'm giving you two options. You can either go to sleep of your own free will with me still on top of you so you don't get up again, or I will give you medicine to make you sleep. I do not think that you should choose the latter because it's likely to be painful as it is a shot," Doctor Lecter said.
"No," Clarice replied.
"Pick one, Clarice," the doctor said.
"How about we talk?" Clarice said, not wanting a shot but refusing to give in.
"And have you continually insult me? I think not," Doctor Lecter said.
"I'm sorry about Mischa. I was out of line and I know it," Clarice said, trying to think of something.
"Yes, you were, but just because you apologize doesn't make anything better but your conscience Please go to sleep," Doctor Lecter said.
"Why do you even care?" Clarice asked.
"We've been through this. Because I love you," the doctor replied, sighing.
"If you loved me, then you should stop acting so indifferent half the time. You wouldn't have been about to go," Clarice snapped, sick of this excuse.
"You shouldn't have told me so many times to leave if you wanted me to stay," the doctor replied.
Clarice stopped. She knew that he was right and since she was so sick, her energy was quickly leaving her and she didn't have the energy to fight anymore. "Honestly, do you love me?"
Doctor Lecter smiled sadly. "Clarice, I love you with all of my heart. How many times do you need me to say it?" he asked softly.
"I need you to show it, not only say it. And not my only kissing me," Clarice sighed. She closed her eyes and leaned against her pillows. "I'm sick. I want you to stop bugging me."
"I'm sorry, Clarice. I've sad so much on my mind lately, I've had a very short temper as well," Doctor Lecter said softly.
"It's ok," Clarice replied, her eyes still closed. Now they were closed for a different reason. She didn't want him to see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. To cry would be to loose their battle of wills and she couldn't let that happen. She was stronger than that, even when she was sick.
"Go to sleep, Clarice," Doctor Lecter whispered. Clarice did just that.
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Clarice didn't notice when she woke up this time because Doctor Lecter was asleep on top of her. Her immediate thought was Oh no, what happened last night, but she remembered why he was sitting on her and what must've happened. Actually, she was grateful because she actually felt better after having rested. She rolled him gently off of her and glanced at the clock. It was six in the morning. She had slept eighteen hours. Feeling extremely dirty after having not taken a shower in days, she got up and went into the bathroom off of her room to shower.
Clarice closed the door quietly behind her and turned the hot water on. She slipped out of the pygamas she had been in and waited for the water to warm up. Thinking that it would be warm by now, she stepped into the shower. It was like being doused in ice water. Clarice screamed and immediately felt ridiculous for doing so. Deciding that she would rather be cold and clean, she quickly washed herself and then her hair. She quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Having done so, she stepped out of the bathroom.
"You really are all about sex, aren't you," Doctor Lecter asked quite amused from Clarice's bed.
"You're awake," Clarice replied.
"Very observant, Clarice," the doctor replied.
"And it's you who is all about sex, falling asleep on top of me. You're not helping anything now; I can feel your eyes roaming all over my body," Clarice replied as she picked out clothes.
"I fell asleep on you for your own good," Doctor Lecter replied.
"That doesn't explain your eyes," Clarice said and went back into her bathroom with the clothes that she had decided to wear. She quickly changed into a pair of blue jeans, a blue shirt and a dark blue velvet scrunchie that she loved. After she was fully dressed she walked out of the bathroom again.
"Very nice outfit," the doctor commented.
"It reflects my mood," Clarice replied.
"Clarice, I don't suppose you have any clothes I could borrow?" Doctor Lecter asked, feeling very unclean.
"I actually do," Clarice said and went to her closet. She began to dig through it and eventually immerged with the dress he gave her at Chesapeake. "You can borrow this," Clarice replied and put it down on the bed.
"Very amusing, Clarice," Doctor Lecter replied, smiling slightly.
"I'm going to go get something to eat," Clarice said smiling and disappeared out into the hall. In about two minutes, the doctor heard loud swearing and went downstairs carefully. He saw Clarice lying on the kitchen floor and swearing.
"What happened?" Doctor Lecter asked, instantly by her side.
"Cheerios! Why are there Cheerios on the floor?" Clarice yelled.
"Oh, remember? I told you that I spilled some the first day I was here," the doctor replied, smiling slightly.
"No, actually I didn't remember," Clarice mumbled. She got up and carefully made her way to the table and sat down. "Since you made the mess, why don't you clean it up? Besides, it will be quite amusing."
"I don't know where anything is," Doctor Lecter muttered, using the oldest excuse in the book.
"The broom is next to the door," Clarice replied.
"I don't know where your furniture is. I'll bump into stuff," the doctor said, almost whining.
"That's what will make it so funny. Besides, think of this as a way to prove your love," Clarice said, now laughing.
"Clarice, no," Doctor Lecter said and sat down next to Clarice at the table. "I refuse to pick up cheerios on your floor."
"What happened to 'I'll do anything for you, Clarice'?" Clarice asked.
"I didn't mean picking up Cheerios," the doctor muttered.
"Then what did it mean?" Clarice asked.
The doorbell rang.
"It means not letting you answer the doorbell right now. Please, sit down Clarice," Doctor Lecter said, getting up after Clarice who had already started towards the door.
"I'm not about to be ruse, especially in front of you. Besides, if it's who I think it is, she'll have a key so she's going to come in whether you like it or not. I suggest you hide," Clarice responded.
"You shouldn't open the door. For all you know, it could be the F.B.I. demanding to search your house," the doctor replied.
"They'd need a warrant. Besides, why would they want to search my house?" Clarice asked, still going towards the door.
"It was just an example. But please, don't open the door," Doctor Lecter said.
"I'm going to open it."
"Clarice I-" the doctor started. He then stopped when he saw that Clarice wasn't going to listen. He started off quickly in the other direction looking for someplace he could hide for the moment.
"Who is it?" Clarice called from the inside of the door.
"Clarice? It's Crawford," a male voice answered from outside, yelling to be heard above the wind.
"Oh! I'm sorry sir," Clarice replied, immediately opening the door to her superior. "May I inquire as to the occasion of your visit?" Clarice was trying to sound the best she could in front of her boss because the last thing she needed was to get fired.
"When I called you before to tell you that Lecter was sighted in France and I wanted to make sure that you are alright," Crawford replied, coming inside quickly so Clarice could close the door.
"Oh, I'm fine, if not rather busy at the moment. Do you want something quick to drink? I should really get back to what I was doing," Clarice responded, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"Water, since I doubt you have heat, would be excellent, but if you're too busy . . ." Crawford trailed off.
"Oh, no, a quick glass will be fine. You can wait in the living room," Clarice replied, showing Crawford into the living room.
"Thank you," Crawford said and sat down on the couch.
"Not at all," Clarice replied and went into the kitchen. Looking around, she didn't see the doctor, but since it was dark, it would be easy enough to miss him. Clarice quickly poured a glass of water and went back to the living room. "Here you go," she said, handing the glass to Crawford.
"Thank you," Crawford repeated. Clarice sat down opposite him and they sat in silence for a couple of minutes until Crawford noticed something. "Clarice, I think there's someone behind you," he said, putting the glass down and reaching for his gun.
*Shit,* she thought, turning around. Sure enough, Doctor Lecter was standing behind her. "What are you doing here?" she yelled.
"Merely making sure that everything was under control," Doctor Lecter said calmly.
"It was until you came out!" Clarice spat.
"Clarice, get out of the way," Crawford said and moved so he was between her and the doctor.
Doctor Lecter took out his harpy and snapped it open. "So, Clarice. Your choice. Crawford, or myself."
A/N: Thanks to SlowChemical77. Can't do it without you. I seriously can't. She gives me all of the ideas and all I do is write them. She's the brains behind this project. I am merely a writer.
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Clarice woke up around noon feeling incredibly alone. Trying to figure out why, she rolled over again and saw that the doctor wasn't in his chair anymore. Even though she had convinced herself that she hated him, she knew it wasn't really true. Hoping that he hadn't actually left, she walked over to the window to see if his car was still there. He was, but only just barely. He had apparently been digging since she had fallen asleep and was almost done. She realized with a start that she actually didn't want him to go. Running down the stairs, she grabbed her coat and put on all of her winter clothes and ran outside to where he was.
"Here you go," Doctor Lecter said, tossing Clarice a shovel.
"I came out to tell you that you can stay if you want to!" Clarice yelled over the blizzard. "However, if you really want to leave, I'll gladly help!" Instantly she felt the anger boil up in her again. Wondering why she ever wanted him to stay, she began to dig along side him.
"Clarice, if you want me to stay, that's more than ok with me, but will you please go inside?" the doctor asked, stopping shovelling.
"No," Clarice replied and continued to dig.
"I'm still not leaving until you get better," Doctor Lecter said and put his shovel down, going over to Clarice. "As a doctor, I'm prescribing bed rest."
"Stop using everything against me. Just because you're a doctor doesn't mean that you're better than me," Clarice huffed as she dug, getting more and more out of breath with every shovel.
"Clarice, please. You don't want to die," Doctor Lecter said and tried to take the shovel out of Clarice's grip. She wouldn't let go, so the doctor started to pull harder. Eventually she let go, sending them both flying them back into the snow. "Clarice!" Doctor Lecter sputtered.
"I gave you the shovel," she smirked.
Doctor Lecter got up and picked Clarice up in his arms. He began to carry her inside. Immediately, she started screaming and kicking.
"LET ME GO!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!" she cried.
"This is what you get for not doing as I say," the doctor said and carried Clarice up the stairs and to her room. He placed her down on the bed and sat on her again.
"Get off," Clarice spat through clenched teeth.
"Now, Clarice, since you refuse to cooperate, I'm giving you two options. You can either go to sleep of your own free will with me still on top of you so you don't get up again, or I will give you medicine to make you sleep. I do not think that you should choose the latter because it's likely to be painful as it is a shot," Doctor Lecter said.
"No," Clarice replied.
"Pick one, Clarice," the doctor said.
"How about we talk?" Clarice said, not wanting a shot but refusing to give in.
"And have you continually insult me? I think not," Doctor Lecter said.
"I'm sorry about Mischa. I was out of line and I know it," Clarice said, trying to think of something.
"Yes, you were, but just because you apologize doesn't make anything better but your conscience Please go to sleep," Doctor Lecter said.
"Why do you even care?" Clarice asked.
"We've been through this. Because I love you," the doctor replied, sighing.
"If you loved me, then you should stop acting so indifferent half the time. You wouldn't have been about to go," Clarice snapped, sick of this excuse.
"You shouldn't have told me so many times to leave if you wanted me to stay," the doctor replied.
Clarice stopped. She knew that he was right and since she was so sick, her energy was quickly leaving her and she didn't have the energy to fight anymore. "Honestly, do you love me?"
Doctor Lecter smiled sadly. "Clarice, I love you with all of my heart. How many times do you need me to say it?" he asked softly.
"I need you to show it, not only say it. And not my only kissing me," Clarice sighed. She closed her eyes and leaned against her pillows. "I'm sick. I want you to stop bugging me."
"I'm sorry, Clarice. I've sad so much on my mind lately, I've had a very short temper as well," Doctor Lecter said softly.
"It's ok," Clarice replied, her eyes still closed. Now they were closed for a different reason. She didn't want him to see the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. To cry would be to loose their battle of wills and she couldn't let that happen. She was stronger than that, even when she was sick.
"Go to sleep, Clarice," Doctor Lecter whispered. Clarice did just that.
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Clarice didn't notice when she woke up this time because Doctor Lecter was asleep on top of her. Her immediate thought was Oh no, what happened last night, but she remembered why he was sitting on her and what must've happened. Actually, she was grateful because she actually felt better after having rested. She rolled him gently off of her and glanced at the clock. It was six in the morning. She had slept eighteen hours. Feeling extremely dirty after having not taken a shower in days, she got up and went into the bathroom off of her room to shower.
Clarice closed the door quietly behind her and turned the hot water on. She slipped out of the pygamas she had been in and waited for the water to warm up. Thinking that it would be warm by now, she stepped into the shower. It was like being doused in ice water. Clarice screamed and immediately felt ridiculous for doing so. Deciding that she would rather be cold and clean, she quickly washed herself and then her hair. She quickly got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around herself. Having done so, she stepped out of the bathroom.
"You really are all about sex, aren't you," Doctor Lecter asked quite amused from Clarice's bed.
"You're awake," Clarice replied.
"Very observant, Clarice," the doctor replied.
"And it's you who is all about sex, falling asleep on top of me. You're not helping anything now; I can feel your eyes roaming all over my body," Clarice replied as she picked out clothes.
"I fell asleep on you for your own good," Doctor Lecter replied.
"That doesn't explain your eyes," Clarice said and went back into her bathroom with the clothes that she had decided to wear. She quickly changed into a pair of blue jeans, a blue shirt and a dark blue velvet scrunchie that she loved. After she was fully dressed she walked out of the bathroom again.
"Very nice outfit," the doctor commented.
"It reflects my mood," Clarice replied.
"Clarice, I don't suppose you have any clothes I could borrow?" Doctor Lecter asked, feeling very unclean.
"I actually do," Clarice said and went to her closet. She began to dig through it and eventually immerged with the dress he gave her at Chesapeake. "You can borrow this," Clarice replied and put it down on the bed.
"Very amusing, Clarice," Doctor Lecter replied, smiling slightly.
"I'm going to go get something to eat," Clarice said smiling and disappeared out into the hall. In about two minutes, the doctor heard loud swearing and went downstairs carefully. He saw Clarice lying on the kitchen floor and swearing.
"What happened?" Doctor Lecter asked, instantly by her side.
"Cheerios! Why are there Cheerios on the floor?" Clarice yelled.
"Oh, remember? I told you that I spilled some the first day I was here," the doctor replied, smiling slightly.
"No, actually I didn't remember," Clarice mumbled. She got up and carefully made her way to the table and sat down. "Since you made the mess, why don't you clean it up? Besides, it will be quite amusing."
"I don't know where anything is," Doctor Lecter muttered, using the oldest excuse in the book.
"The broom is next to the door," Clarice replied.
"I don't know where your furniture is. I'll bump into stuff," the doctor said, almost whining.
"That's what will make it so funny. Besides, think of this as a way to prove your love," Clarice said, now laughing.
"Clarice, no," Doctor Lecter said and sat down next to Clarice at the table. "I refuse to pick up cheerios on your floor."
"What happened to 'I'll do anything for you, Clarice'?" Clarice asked.
"I didn't mean picking up Cheerios," the doctor muttered.
"Then what did it mean?" Clarice asked.
The doorbell rang.
"It means not letting you answer the doorbell right now. Please, sit down Clarice," Doctor Lecter said, getting up after Clarice who had already started towards the door.
"I'm not about to be ruse, especially in front of you. Besides, if it's who I think it is, she'll have a key so she's going to come in whether you like it or not. I suggest you hide," Clarice responded.
"You shouldn't open the door. For all you know, it could be the F.B.I. demanding to search your house," the doctor replied.
"They'd need a warrant. Besides, why would they want to search my house?" Clarice asked, still going towards the door.
"It was just an example. But please, don't open the door," Doctor Lecter said.
"I'm going to open it."
"Clarice I-" the doctor started. He then stopped when he saw that Clarice wasn't going to listen. He started off quickly in the other direction looking for someplace he could hide for the moment.
"Who is it?" Clarice called from the inside of the door.
"Clarice? It's Crawford," a male voice answered from outside, yelling to be heard above the wind.
"Oh! I'm sorry sir," Clarice replied, immediately opening the door to her superior. "May I inquire as to the occasion of your visit?" Clarice was trying to sound the best she could in front of her boss because the last thing she needed was to get fired.
"When I called you before to tell you that Lecter was sighted in France and I wanted to make sure that you are alright," Crawford replied, coming inside quickly so Clarice could close the door.
"Oh, I'm fine, if not rather busy at the moment. Do you want something quick to drink? I should really get back to what I was doing," Clarice responded, trying to figure out what he was talking about.
"Water, since I doubt you have heat, would be excellent, but if you're too busy . . ." Crawford trailed off.
"Oh, no, a quick glass will be fine. You can wait in the living room," Clarice replied, showing Crawford into the living room.
"Thank you," Crawford said and sat down on the couch.
"Not at all," Clarice replied and went into the kitchen. Looking around, she didn't see the doctor, but since it was dark, it would be easy enough to miss him. Clarice quickly poured a glass of water and went back to the living room. "Here you go," she said, handing the glass to Crawford.
"Thank you," Crawford repeated. Clarice sat down opposite him and they sat in silence for a couple of minutes until Crawford noticed something. "Clarice, I think there's someone behind you," he said, putting the glass down and reaching for his gun.
*Shit,* she thought, turning around. Sure enough, Doctor Lecter was standing behind her. "What are you doing here?" she yelled.
"Merely making sure that everything was under control," Doctor Lecter said calmly.
"It was until you came out!" Clarice spat.
"Clarice, get out of the way," Crawford said and moved so he was between her and the doctor.
Doctor Lecter took out his harpy and snapped it open. "So, Clarice. Your choice. Crawford, or myself."