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Title: Alone With His Fears
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: writers_choice
Prompt: #141, Scared
Author's Note: Sequel to "Eliminate the Threat."
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.


Will sighed softly, throwing aside the magazine he'd been perusing. His little vacation was over; Hannibal was back in Baltimore, and he'd been back at work for almost a week.

They were no closer to catching the killer who had been haunting his dreams -- or rather, his nightmares -- for the past few weeks, though two more bodies had dropped in less than a week. Two in four days, when there hadn't been a single killing the week before.

It was as though the killer had known that Will was on vacation.

The thought chilled him. Could the killer be watching him so closely that all of his movements were known? He didn't like the feeling of being under a microscope.

How could the killer know that he hadn't been working unless he'd been following his movements? Will felt chilled at the inference that his home was being watched, but he supposed that he shouldn't be surprised. Killers could probably find him very easily.

He was just lucky that none had decided to menace him before. It would be all too easily to trap him out here in the country, in his own home.

For the first time, he began to feel a little scared at the thought. He hated that; he didn't like feeling uneasy and even frightened in his own home. It was something that he shouldn't have to feel. This was his home; he should feel completely safe here.

But now that he'd let that thought get into his head, he couldn't feel safe. Not until he checked all the doors and windows, and knew they were locked tightly.

Well, it made sense to protect himself from intruders, didn't it?

Will felt like a fool as he walked around the house, checking each window carefully, and the front and back doors as well. He even went out onto the porch and peered around, to make sure that thee was no one in sight, no lurkers around the sides of the house.

Of course, there was no one. He should have known there wouldn't be. If there was anyone watching him, they would keep to the relative safety of the woods.

No one would be stupid enough to let him actually see them, or give him a clue that they were here. Especially not a steady, experienced killer. It was ridiculous to think that it would be simple to get a look at the person who made him feel so nervous and unsettled.

He checked every window, every door. They were all impenetrable.

Well, at least that gave him some peace of mind.

What would he do if he came face-to-face with the killer, anyway? He didn't know, but he wasn't going to be unprepared, Will assured himself grimly. He would make sure that he kept his gun within reach at all times -- and he would stay alert.

Well, he would stay alert until he went to bed, he amended with a sigh. It wasn't like he was going to be paranoid and stay up all night on some kind of watch.

That would be crazy. And though some people might think he was crazy, he wasn't that far gone, at least not yet. Besides, he didn't think that the killer would come for him at his home. No, he would do it in some place where he could dump the body.

His body. Will felt a chill go through him at the thought.

He was starting to feel scared again; he really didn't want to be alone. He had felt much safer in his own home when Hannibal had been here with him.

But he'd stayed here for the last three nights alone, with Hannibal a little over an hour away in Baltimore. He hadn't felt scared then, so there was no reason for him to let fear overcome him tonight. It was silly for him to be scared. He shouldn't be frightened.

He was in his home, with the doors and windows locked. No one could get in. If they tried, he would hear them -- and he would take action to protect himself.

But tomorrow night, he would spend the night at Hannibal's house in Baltimore. He would leave his home unprotected, that was true, but the dogs would be here. And they wouldn't let anyone who they didn't know into this house. They never had before, they wouldn't start now.

He would feel safer if he could spend a night with his boyfriend. Maybe he should have already done that. It would have made him feel more calm and settled.

Things had just been busy, he told himself. That was all.

There was no rift growing between himself and Hannibal. It was ridiculous to think that. Just because they hadn't spend the last three nights together, or at least one night out of those three, that was no reason to think that something was wrong.

Will sighed softly, closing his eyes. That was one more thing that he and Hannibal needed to talk about. He wondered if they were starting to draw apart.

That was what scared him more than anything else -- not the thought of being watched by a killer, but the idea of losing his boyfriend, the one means of support in his life. Losing Hannibal wasn't an option. He had to make sure that didn't happen.

Tomorrow, they would talk. Tonight .... well, tonight he was alone with his fears and anxieties.