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Title: Silence All Around
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 24, Silence
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Hannibal Lecter or Will Graham, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.


There was nothing but silence all around him.

In some ways, it was soothing, peaceful. It was what he needed, the only way he could concentrate. It was the only way he could bring back memories of the past, memories that disturbed him but that he knew he had to access to have a complete picture.

There were still pieces missing, but Will was sure that at some point, he would find them again. He had to. If he didn't, he would be an incomplete person.

At least he was out of jail now, and Hannibal was there. Where he belonged. He'd been caught, finally, and convicted of heinous crimes. And Will was a free man, exonerated, and profusely apologized to for the mistake that had been made.

Though he wasn't sure that any apology would ever be enough.

He'd been through his own personal hell during the time he'd been in jail. He wondered if he would ever lose the feeling of walls closing in on him.

He didn't think so. He was sure that the feeling would always be there, lingering under his skin, in the back of his mind, ready to jump out at him. He wondered ff the panic attacks he now suffered from would ever go away, if he'd ever move beyond the past.

He was irrevocably marked.

But at times like this, when there was silence all around him and felt calm, he was sur that at some point, he would be able to put the past behind him.

He hoped so. He needed to do that. He couldn't live in the past forever, especially now that he actually had a future again, a life to be lived.

No thanks to that evil reptile he'd thought was his friend.

He hadn't been to see Hannibal in jail, and he wasn't going to. That was only going to disturb him, and more than that, make him angry. Every time he faced that bastard, he thought of all that he'd needlessly been through at his hands.

It was hard to believe that he'd been fooled by such evil, that it had managed to pull the wool over his eyes. Well, the scales had fallen away now. For good.

He saw everything so clearly now.

Well, almost everything. There were still a few pieces that hadn't fallen into place, but Will was confident that his memory would come together, that it would knit itself back into one piece and that he'd eventually have all the answers.

He took one deep breath, then another. Around the room, the quiet breathing of the dogs resonated in the air, soothing and comforting him.

The silence was like a warm cocoon, holding him close and protecting him. There was no loud, strident voice in his head, telling him what he should believe, inundating him with lies that contradicted all of his memories. His mind was clear.

And slowly but surely, he was finding the whole truth.