Author's Note:

As the episodes of season 2 are coming out I'm worrying that the Will of this story is not at all connected with the character development that Hannibal's Will is having on this season. I'm afraid I can't change that right now as the story is already going. I really hope you understand.

This story is about a Season 1 Will, wounded and depressed, that left the FBI "in time".

Any questions you have don't be afraid to ask.

Thank you all for reading!

When the day dawned Will was still lying in his bed staring at the ceiling as small beams of light started entering through the open window. The dream he had that night had disturbed him more than any of the others, there had been a long time since he felt inside the skin of a killer and had forgotten the harrowing feeling it caused, as if he was incredibly powerful but frighteningly vulnerable at the same time. He tried to search in his judgment for an interpretation, but everything was a mess inside his head. The appearance of Emily in his dream confused him even more. He was not aware that he thought of her in those terms and did not know how much desire he had towards her. Suddenly he had an urgent wish of seeing her again, but the dream had disturbed him and he was not sure he could look at her in that moment.

He got up slowly and took a deep breath hoping the air would help him fix his ideas. The clock marked 8 am, and he though of how nice it would be to have someone to talk to. Alana immediately came to his mind and without giving it much thought he called her.

Alana offered to pay him a visit that afternoon, after his class, so that they could talk about everything that was disturbing him.

When Will left the school building he found Alana waiting for him at the gate, she smiled as she saw him walking towards her. They hugged for a while and she took her time making sure he was alright.

"You look better Will." She noted passing her fingers through his disheveled hair.

Will took her to a quiet coffee place nearby and she did not let him speak until they were both comfortably sated and each with a refreshment in front of them.

"Tell me everything now."

"I'm glad I decided to move here, it's a nice city and I've had a peaceful month. Nothing really happens and I've been able to keep away from the unpleasant memories, most of the time. The worst is when night comes, it's been almost impossible for me to sleep, and when I do I have this nightmares that haunt me for days."

"Tell me about these nightmares. Are they similar?"

"More or less, Hannibal is always in them, but the scenarios change."

"And why is this last one more upsetting than the others?"

"I dreamed I was with a girl I met here. Then Hannibal appears as usual but this time he is covered in blood and points at me with a terrifying smirk. Then I look at myself and see that I'm also covered in blood. In that moment I know that I killed her and then I wake up."

"And you don't remember doing it? Killing her."

"No, it was as if I hadn't really done it but at the same time I knew it had been me."

"As if you didn't have control over yourself?"

"Yes, as if I was a puppet… Hannibal's puppet!" Will realized all of a sudden. Alana smiled slightly.

"Those are all results of trauma, Will. Hannibal did you a great deal of harm and you haven't managed to overcome it yet, I think none of us have actually." She said lowering her head. "This girl, do you have an intimate relationship with her?" She asked trying to appear professional when in fact she was only curious.

"No." he replied simply, not wanting to get into that kind of detail with her, it would always be a bit embarrassing to talk about those things with her after everything that happened between them.

She seemed relieved and remained silence for some time.

"Do you think you need me to prescribe you sleeping pills?"

"No, they give me restless nights and I always feel numb during the day, it's not good for lecturing."

"And don't you think it would be better for you to be accompanied by a professional, Will?" she asked looking at him with concern.

"I told you, I will not be able to trust one again so soon."

Alana stayed for dinner. They bought some groceries and together debuted Will's kitchen, in which only the microwave had yet been used.

"I always feel weird when I cook now." She admitted while she cut some vegetables.

Will looked at her and noticed that her eyes filled with sadness, she had been more affected by all that than she would admit.

The evening passed happily between delicious food, cold beers and informal conversation that kept away from everything related with Hannibal. They laughed for the old days and Will felt grateful for still having a friend with which he could share the small pleasures of life. He felt happy, for the first time in a long time.

"I miss you there. I'm surrounded by idiots, they all take me so seriously now and look at me with such pity. I hate how it feels." She confessed, drinking a great gulp of beer from the bottle.

"I know, it's as if we are hopelessly broken, I'm used to it." He said laughing slightly. "Maybe you should spend the night here, you've had enough to drink."

Alana looked at him seriously, as if she tried to read his thoughts. Then she got up and stood in front of him, looking at him in the eye. Will did not understand what she was doing and waited without making a move. She held his face between her hands and calmly led her mouth to his, kissing him a little too violently. Will could scent the alcohol in her breath. All that seemed terribly wrong so he pushed her away gently.

"Alana, I think better not."

Her gaze became furious and he could not help but to feel sorry. Alana began to gather her things to leave.

"You can't drive like that, you may end up having an accident."

"Sometimes I wish I would!" she shouted violently "Everytime I look in the mirror I feel disgust, I'm disgusted of living in my body, I can't take it anymore. I thought you could understand, you of all people, but I see I was wrong"

Will tried to stop her as she ran out the door, he followed her to the car begging her to stay, but she left without another word. He spent the rest of the night trying to get her to answer her phone without success.

He could not sleep that night, worrying about his friend and thinking of how he wished it had been Emily to kiss him.