I do not own Hannibal. I only own Simone Hale and her mother.

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Entering Will's hospital room was overwhelming because of the shocked look a tired and hurt Will was giving me. He seemed relieved to see Dr. Lecter enter the room behind me. I took a seat at Will's bedside to try to hide how my body was slightly shaking. The ordeal from earlier in the mall parking lot was still bothering my nerves. Hannibal leaned against the wall close to me as I tried to give Will a comforting pat on the hand.

"You were right. You were right that everything would change. Everything went so differently than what you said, and more people died than were supposed to today. You were right," Will muttered as he gripped my hand tightly while slightly avoiding eye contact with me. Will saw me look at Hannibal before gripping my hand tighter. "I didn't mean to tell him, but I just couldn't believe that what you had said was all true. I don't believe in psychics or stuff like that, but everything you said was true. I had to talk about it with Dr. Lecter to help wrap my mind around it," he said quickly and apologetically.

My heart sunk when I realized it was Will, who unintentionally sealed fate of constant danger from Hannibal. I gave a fake small and a pat on his hand while saying, "I'm not mad Will. I'm sure Hannibal would have found out eventually so don't stress over it." I wanted to comfort Will but I wanted to push him off the hospital bed at the same time. I can understand not being able to accept my gift, but he has signed my death on Hannibal's list if I mess up at any moment.

Hannibal's warm hands were placed on my shoulders as he spoke to Will, calming him down but also telling him how it is good that there are no secrets between the three of us. I wanted to snort at that comment, but I kept the irony of that statement to myself. His hands felt like a cage on my shoulders the entire time we spoke with Will about the incident and the man he killed.

"Simone, next time, don't tell Jack everything, not even if he threatens you. I'll help you find a place to live if he kicks you out of the apartment or tries any other way of threatening you. Just never tell us that much information again, please," Will said after I had risen from the chair intent on leaving since visiting hours were almost finished.

"I will help you in any way that I can as well," Hannibal said placing a hand on my arm.

"Thanks, both of you, and I will not tell you or Jack that much information again. I'm sorry you had to experience this because of Jack's meddling with fate," I said giving Will's hand one last squeeze. "I hope you recover soon and sleep well," I told Will before leaving the room. I did not stray far because I knew Hannibal expected to drive me back to the apartments.

"You did well in there," Hannibal said and I jumped in surprise since I did not hear his approach.

"Thank you, I can act well when the situation demands it," I answered and thanked him for opening the exit door of the hospital for me.

"Does this situation demand you to put on an act?" he inquired even though he already knew the answer.

"If I want to continue living than yes, this situation and as long as I know you, I will need to watch what I say and do," I said honestly. I was about to enter the car, but his hand grabbing my waist stopped me.

"You might come to enjoy this way of life if you surrender yourself to it," he said confusing me. "Don't be afraid to become who you truly are meant to be," he said again before letting me enter the car.

"What does he mean by that?" I thought worriedly as it made me start questioning was I supposed to be different than I was now. What kind of person is he wanting me to become?

The drive back to the apartments did not take long since the hospital was not too far away. Voicemails from Jack were flashing on my cell phone when I pulled it out of my purse to check the time. Hannibal escorted me to my apartment doorway and I could tell that he was not done talking with me so I let him enter my apartment. Ignoring the voicemails from Jack, I retried Hannibal a glass of wine before sitting across from him in the living room. I was not comfortable with close proximity now after being near him most of the day.

"Simone, do you fear me now?" he questioned me while swirling the wine in the glass.

"I feared you the moment I saw the first vision of you, but if I let fear run my life than I would not be able to keep waking up every morning," I answered wishing I had gotten a dog from the shelter or pound already to have by my side as extra protection.

"You have many layers to you that I will slowly analyze, but will those layers change the more we know each other?" he muttered mainly to himself while staring at me in an analyzing manner.

"Hannibal, for years I have kept secrets about killers far away and my own neighbors growing up, why would I divulge your life to the F.B.I.?" I told him seriously as I tried to convince him that I would not share his secret life. I would sooner leave the country than share his cannibalism with anyone.

"I do not know you enough to trust you so you will have to earn my trust over time. However, having your friendship will also be a benefit to myself," he said and my eyes narrowed.

First I'm treated as a freak by my mother, then the F.B.I. wants to use my talent as a tool to stop killers, and now Hannibal wants to use my gift to benefit himself and his killings. My blood started boiling as I stood slowly from my seat. His eyebrows rose when he saw the glare I was giving him. Our eyes never left each other as I walked closer to him until we were but a few inches away from each other.

"My power of telling the future only brings more pain to others. You will receive no gain by hearing my visions. I won't tell your secrets or even your future plans for dinner parties, but you will not use me. You've been smart enough to not get caught so far. You don't need my visions to help you continue your way of life. My visions are not a threat to you unless you make me tell you them," I said seriously before backing away from him.

"Simone, I believe this is a start to an interesting relationship," he said with an undistinguishable tone as he left my apartment. I quickly locked the door and moved all of the kitchen stools in front of it.

"I'm going to have a head of grey hair before I'm 30," I snapped before making sure all of the windows were locked as well.