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Chapter 6: Well… this is awkward.

"I'm sorry, have we met before?" I said, proud of myself for making my voice sound so steady.

I saw all sorts of emotions fill his expression. Hurt, confusion and even horror. "I… we…" he started, but then stopped, apparently not knowing what to say.

I looked over to Will and saw how hard he was thinking about what was going on. He wasn't dumb, he had heard the accent too. He must have realized this was the voice from my dreams as well. He watched Dr. Lecter with a weird expression, without looking him in the eyes. If I thought about it, he only seemed to be looking me in the eyes, I wondered why that was.

I watched Will closely. That expression, could it be jealousy?

He must have felt me staring at him, because he turned his head to look at me. His gaze asked me a question. Is this him? I nodded my head once, barely noticeable. Do you want him to know you recognize him? At this question I shook my head, also almost unnoticeable.

Will seemed to understand, because he coughed, making Dr. Lecter to look at him. "Well… this is awkward… Dr. Lecter, this is Victoria Harris. She is staying with me until she regains her memory. She was in some sort of accident, and now she can't remember a thing about her life. You knew each other apparently, but I'm sorry to say that she probably doesn't remember you at all, as her memories have not returned yet."

Dr. Lecter turned his gaze to me again, that hurt look still on his face.

I knew I should probably say something, so I said, with my face still looking confused, "Will is right. I'm sorry about that, Dr. Lecter. I really don't remember you. What were you from me?"

"Please do call me Hannibal, you too, Will" he said, his gaze flicking to Will for a second, before turning back to me. "And we were… friends" he said that part a bit hesitantly, obviously lying. He then turned his gaze away, to the board behind me. I watched him as he tried to steady his face, to make his expression blank again.

For a while, nobody said anything, the tension in the room feeling awkward.

Then Jack seemed to have enough of it, because he started speaking. "Well, I'm sure her memories will return soon enough, so don't worry about that Dr. Lecter. But could we now focus on the case?"

Jack was a godsend in that moment. He made the tension loosen a bit as we were all glad to turn our attention to something a whole lot less awkward.

Hannibal nodded his head and walked over to the board, where I was still standing. I walked away, and went to stand beside Will. I put my hand on his shoulder to try to relax him, as I knew that him not liking to be sociable would also make him very uncomfortable in this kind of situations. He looked up at me, a grateful smile gracing his face.

Hannibal raised his eyebrows at the sight, and I saw his eyes darken a bit before turning away from us to look at the board.

"Tell me then, how many confessions?" he asked, talking about something I probably missed because I hadn't been paying much attention to the case details.

"Twelve dozen last time I checked. None of them knew details. Until this morning, when everyone knew details. Some genius in Duluth PD took a picture of Elise Nichols' body and shared it with a few close friends. Then Freddy Lounds ran it on ." Jack answered him.

"Tasteless" Will said.

Hannibal turned to him. "Do you have trouble with taste?" he asked Will.

"My thoughts are often not tasty" he answered a bit darkly, not looking Hannibal in the eyes.

"Nor mine. No effective barriers."

"I make forts" Will said, which caused me to smile at him in an amused way.

"Associations come quickly" Hannibal said, his gaze flicking to my hand on Wills shoulder for a moment. He obviously had an issue with that, but I didn't take my hand off of Wills shoulder, as it didn't only relax Will, but me too. Because if I were honest, Hannibal scared me a bit. I didn't know why, he just did.

"So do forts." Will answered.

Hannibal seemed to notice the fact Will didn't look anyone in the eyes. "Not too fond of eye contact, are you?"

Will flicked his gaze up into my eyes for a moment, which caused Hannibal's eyes to darken again. Will then turned his gaze away, and looked at Hannibal's shirt.

"Eyes are distracting. You see too much, you don't see enough. And it's hard to focus when you're thinking, those whites are really white or, they must have hepatitis or, is that a burst vein? So I try to avoid eyes whenever possible." Will explained, which made Hannibal look at him in an amused way.

He watched Will for a few moments before saying, "I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. Your values and decency are present yet shocked at your associations, appalled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love."

Hannibal had just described Will to a letter, but Will himself wasn't too pleased with that.

"Whose profile are you working on? Whose profile is he working on? Will said, the last part directed at Jack.

"I'm sorry Will. Observing is what we do. I can't shut mine off any more than you can shut yours off." Hannibal said.

Will still wasn't pleased and said to Jack, "Don't psychoanalyze me. You won't like me when I'm psychoanalyzed." He stood up, which caused me to drop my hand. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lecture to give. About psychoanalyzing." Oh, the irony, I thought.

Will walked to the door and exited it, not looking back.

Hannibal turned his gaze to me again and looked at me with a breeding expression on his face, which sent shivers down my spine.

I looked away from him, to Jack, and said, "I should probably go after him, it was nice to meet you Dr. Lecter" I said, being polite.

I shot a look at him and exited the door after a quick 'goodbye'.

When I got in the hallway, I noticed Will had already gone to his class. I walked up to the room where he usually gave his lectures, and saw his class had already started.

I stayed outside of the room, waiting in the hallway. I didn't want to intrude his lecture. This also gave me some time to think. About him. What should I do? I found it weird that in my dream, I loved him, but in real life, he sent shivers down my spine. I was scared of him, I realized.

My mind was a mess, and my headache was slowly returning as I was once again trying to remember. With no luck, of course.

I walked up to the wall opposite of the classroom door and sat down, my back leaning against the wall, knees on the same level as my head.

I closed my eyes for a bit, my headache becoming more and more painful.

I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up into a pair of calming eyes through rectangular glasses. "Victoria, are you okay?" he asked me, his face filled with concern.

I looked around and noticed that the light fell through the windows in an entirely different way, and I was feeling quite stiff, which meant I must have been sitting there longer than I thought. Wills class was already over too.

I looked back up to him, into his eyes, and nodded my head. I tried to get up, and Will slowly got up with me, ready to catch me if I fell.

"You okay?" he asked me again. "Do you want to talk about it, you know, about him?"

I shook my head, answering both of his questions. "Not right now, not here. At home."

He nodded his head and we walked to the car, ready to go home.

The drive home was a silent one, but not uncomfortable. None of our silences were uncomfortable.

When we arrived, we went to the sofa and sat down. Will looked at me, encouraging me to speak. But I didn't know what to say. So I just asked him "what do you want to know?"

He swallowed for a moment. "Now that you've seen, you know, him, is there anything you remember?"

"No, not really. I only know that I've definitely seen him before and he used to be a part of my life, but I don't know in which way. I thought that the dream had meant we were, you know, lovers, but I don't know about that." I said.

"Why is that?" he asked me.

I shrugged and said "I don't know, but whenever he looked at me, or said my name, it had sent shivers down my spine. And I caught a few dark looks he sent out, not only towards me, but directed at you as well." I looked him in the eyes in a determined way and said "Will, I was afraid of him. How could we have been lovers when I'm afraid of him, it doesn't make any sense."

I put my head in my hands and rubbed my temples again. Will silently got up and I heard him shuffle through some cabinets. He came back and cleared his throat. I looked up at him and saw he was holding a glass of water and an aspirin. Geez Will, you know me so well already?

I took the glass and pills from him, a small but grateful smile on my face. "Thanks" I said. I drank down the entire glass after swallowing the pill and handed it back to him. He took it back to the kitchen.

When he returned, he sat down right next to me and awkwardly put an arm around my shoulders.

I looked up to him in surprise and saw from the look of his face that he wanted to comfort me, but didn't really know how to do it.

Appreciating the gesture, I threw my arms around his waist and put my head down on his shoulder. He then put his other arm around me as well, and rested his head on mine, his cheek on my hair.

We sat there for a while, him just holding me. Neither of us said a word and it was really nice. That, together with hearing his heart beating beneath my ear, calmed me down and made me feel better again.

I only got up when I noticed the sunlight had changed into moonlight, leaving Will on the couch. I went to the bathroom to pee, and when I came back I saw that he had dropped his head on the couch and was now laying awkwardly down, half on and half off the couch.

I laughed silently at the sight and walked up to him. I put his feet down onto the couch after taking off his shoes. I then took his glasses off, put them down on the coffee table and spread out a blanket over him.

I then pulled on my pajamas, preparing to go to sleep too. But first, I walked up to Will again, bent down and pressed quick kiss on his forehead. "Thank you for everything" I whispered.

I walked over to the bed again and curled up underneath the sheets, suddenly feeling very tired. It didn't last long before I fell asleep.