Ok, so I can't even begin to apologise for how long this chapter has taken me. I started writing little one shots for Once Upon A Time and The Blacklist and then my muse died. So sorry. But yeah, a little CPR and he's back up and kicking, so I'm finally posting a new chapter and hope to keep posting more regularly from now on.

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And I know
There's nothing I can say
To change that part
To change that part
To change...

So many
Bright lights, they cast a shadow
But can I speak?
Well is it hard understanding
I'm incomplete
A life that's so demanding
I get so weak
A love that's so demanding
I can't speak

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey if you stay, I'll be forgiven
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

My Chemical Romance, Famous Last Words

Hannibal and Will made it to the Alpha's office only a few minuets after they left Price and Brian, the whole time Claude clung to his father with his head rested on Hannibal's right shoulder; Claude had missed Hannibal more than anyone else, even Will. Hannibal's office was painted in a dark green that made the room look more intimate and, for lack of a better term, cosy compared to the orange-red the room had been before. Will actually enjoyed being in that room now it was Hannibal's office and not Jack Crawford's. The area by the door where Crawford's Bonsai Tree had once sat, the one that Price had burnt, had been rearranged to form a little reading area for Will, it had comfortable black leather chairs and a bookshelf beside it so as he could read to Claude and Valentina. The desk that Jack had raped God only knew how many Omega's on had been chopped up as firewood and Hannibal had taken great pleasure in seeing it destroyed, not that he let any of it show of course. Hannibal had liked the carved wood of Crawford's desk but he preferred his new one far more, especially after Will insisted that they christen it. The large window was the only thing to remain the same and it was the first thing Hannibal saw as he entered the room still holding his son, Will followed behind him.

"Thank you for bringing him back, Hannibal."

"Will," Hannibal began as he turned to pull his Omega close with his free hand. "you don't have to thank me for finding him. It is rude and inhuman to just sell off an Omega as a slave for ones own enjoyment."

"I know, but still, thank you."

With that Will pressed a love filled kiss to Hannibal's soft lips and clung to the Alpha's shirt, breathing in the calming scent of his Alpha.

"I love you, William."

"I love you too." Will looked up to the Alpha with a smile. "You know that Gideon has figured you out, right." There was no panic in his voice, just calm.

"I know. Only two people have ever figured me out of their own, you and now Abel Gideon..."

"He won't tell anyone." Will cut in quickly. "Gideon isn't like other Betas, in a way he's like you. You share an outlook on life."

"I'm not going to kill him if that is what you're worried about, Will."

"I know, if you were you would have done it the second you realise he found out."

Will trusted his Alpha, knew Hannibal wouldn't kill Gideon out of paranoia or fear. The only way he would kill any of the them was if they became a threat to Will or the twins.

"Which of the others would accept it? I need to know who would be the most threat, I won't kill them I just need to know."

Will thought for a moment, Hannibal was right it would be best to be aware of who would run to the police, who would panic and who would still follow the Alpha.

"Obviously Gideon." He began. "Never Alana, she'd be the one to go to the police. Same with Beverly when we get her back. Rex is like Gideon and Rain looks at you with awe. Clarice, I really don't know. Barney, Brian, Price, it would have to be under the right circumstances. You couldn't just go up to them and say hey I kill people and make the best meal you've ever tasted out of them."

"No, that doesn't sound wise." Hannibal have a micro smile. "And what about Abigail? She is around our childr..." He never got to finish.

"Do you use all of them?"

It was Abigail's voice. She was stood in the doorway, her hands frozen where they been patting her chestnut-brown hair, eye's fixed on Hannibal.

"Excuse me?" Hannibal could hide most things but his confusion at Abigail's question was not one of them.

"The people you kill, do you use all of them? If you don't its murder."

In that moment Hannibal's fondness for young Abigail grew to new heights, Will had always had a sense of parental responsibility to her due to her young age, despite the fact Will was only a few years older than her. With those words though that parental feeling passed to Hannibal too, he knew Abigail was special and her words had just conformed it. She was like a sister to Claude and Valentina and so she would be a daughter to him. Hannibal smiled, a real smile that very few people ever got to see.

"Yes. I take the organs for my table."

"And the rest of the body?"

"Well, the Alpha that purchased Brian was left as a message."

"And the others? They can't all be messages." Abigail forgot about patting her hair and waked into the centre of the room.

"Tell you want, I'll make you a deal." Hannibal didn't negotiate but he had found himself caring about the girl before him, and since he had just silently announce himself as her father he would treat her with the respect she deserved. "Everyone I kill, we will use the organs and some of the meat as food. We could do with some new knives in the kitchen so the bones can go towards that."

"And everything else?"

"Well, the garden Rain is building will need nourishment."

"So what, we put them in a wood chipped?"

Will chuckled ever so slightly and took Claude from Hannibal.

"Something like that." Answered Hannibal.

The Alpha took a step towards Abigail, he was so much taller than her and then it dawned on him that he had no idea how old she really was, older than twelve but younger than Will.

"Okay. Deal. I don't want you to be a murderer."

"Why?" It was a soft question, so gently spoken like he would spook the young girl in front of him.

Abigail have never spoken of her past, not one single syllable but Hannibal and Will could recognise a tortured soul when they saw one.

"Everyone thinks I was taken from my home like Will and the others. I wasn't." There was hurt in her voice and Hannibal couldn't help placing a hand on her shoulder in a comforting fashion. "My father is Garret Jacob Hobbs." Will gasped.

"You know him?" Asked Hannibal.

"Yeah, he used to come in her all the time."

"He em, he had this thing about hunting...just killing things, murdering them. He got into some debt and sold me to Crawford to get out of it. I guess the reason I don't want you to be a murderer is...is because this is the first time I've been happy and had a family since I was ten."

Suddenly the silence and the acceptance of her fate made sense, her whole life Abigail had been used and The House was just a new way of that happening.

"Well you're never going to have to worry about loosing this family ever again, because I will not let it happen." She knew Hannibal spoke the truth. "You are part of this family and that is the way it will stay."

Abigail let out a little laugh, almost sigh like. "I'm just the Nanny, and besides you really want to adopt a fourteen year old?" She meant it as a joke.

"Why not? Weirder things have happened."

William's voice filled the room after so long of being silent. Will looked up at Hannibal with his best can we keep her eyes, he hadn't seen those since they took in Winston. Hannibal had come to feel a sense of responsibility to those that remained at The House yet they all had family and friends to care for them as well. Abigail had none of that and Hannibal was determined to make sure she never felt that loneliness again; he knew what that was like and no one should have to feel it. The Doctor had intended to just care for Abigail, to provide her with a sense of parental care but Will wanted more than that. It dawned on him that he had planned to call her daughter in his head, do why not allowed too?

"Why not, indeed. It is not blood that makes a man your father."

Abigail burst out smiling, she had never been so happy in all her life. She wasn't a hundred percent sure how they had gone from murder to her being all but adopted by Hannibal and Will but she would never change what had just happened. It didn't make sense but then again maybe it didn't have too.