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Title: A New Home
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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Everett smiled as he opened the door to his flat, standing aside so that Will could enter. "Welcome home," he said, his voice very soft.

Will moved into the living room, looking around, his blue eyes large. Winston came along with him, the dog sniffing the air, then yapping softly.

He hadn't expected the place to be so nice.

He'd expected a small apartment, something dark, maybe with wood paneling and small windows. But it wasn't like that at all. It wasn't dark and depressing.

The flat was open and airy, sunshine seeming to fill every corner of the room. The living room was done in shades of blue and green, accented with creamy eggshell-colored curtains and soft throw pillows on the couch and in the soft leather easy chairs.

Everett's desk was in one corner of the room, close to the sliding doors that Will knew led out to a terrace. It was an elegant, quiet, yet cheerful room.

And somehow, it already felt as though he belonged here.

"I love it," he said with a smile, turning to look at Everett. "It's .... welcoming, somehow. More than my house in Wolf Trap probably was," he said, smiling a little wryly.

He had never intended for his house to be welcoming. It had always been more like a place of refuge for him, somewhere that he could feel safe and protected, hiding from the world. It was meant to be isolating, to keep people out, not to let them in.

But he didn't need that any more. His entire life had changed -- and from the looks of what he had walked into, it had definitely changed for the better.

For some reason, this already felt like home.

"Make yourself comfortable," Everett said with a smile as he set down their suitcases by the door. The cab driver had already helped to bring their luggage up the front walk.

Will couldn't help smiling as he sat down on the soft, pale blue couch; it was much more comfortable than the sagging couch in his own living room had been. Of course, this one was much better quality; his had come from the local Goodwill store.

For a moment, just a fleeting second, he felt as though he was a guest in a place that was too grand for him, a child on the outside, forever looking in.

But he pushed that thought away, refusing to countenance it. Of course he belonged here. Everett wanted him here; and more than that, he wanted to be here.

This was home from now on, for both himself and Winston. He would miss the wide-open spaces of Wolf Trap; he would miss the lake where he had gone fishing, miss the countryside changing colors in the fall, and in a way, he would also miss the quiet and the privacy.

But he would get used to being here in London. He was sure that he would come to love this city -- and this beautiful home that Everett had gladly welcomed him into.

He belonged with Everett now. His old life was behind him.

For another brief moment, he wondered if Winston would miss the other dogs, and being able to run free in the woods around Wolf Trap.

All he had to do was look at the dog to know that Winston would be happy wherever he was. He had already collapsed on the round woven rug on the hardwood floor in front of the fireplace, waving all four paws in the air contentedly as Everett knelt to scratch his belly.

No, Winston would have no problems adapting. And Everett had already told him that there was a dog park close by where they could take the dog for a run.

This was best for both of them. They'd needed to get away.

The thought that Hannibal was still out there, roaming around freely, and that he could come to London at any time sent a chill down Will's spine.

How long would it be before Hannibal showed up here? He knew that the other man somehow felt that Will "belonged" to him; he didn't doubt that Hannibal would turn up here and try to claim him, to force him back to Wolf Trap -- and that people would die as a result.

He straightened his shoulders resolutely, pushing that thought away. No. No one would die. He and Everett would find evidence that Hannibal was the Chesapeake Ripper.

Somehow, they would put the real criminal behind bars.

"Would you like to see the upstairs?" Everett asked him, smiling and holding out a hand. "I have two bedrooms, but I was hoping that you would like to .... errr ...."

He blushed, and Will laughed softly as he stood up and took the other man's hand. "Of course I want to share a bedroom with you," he said, his voice very soft. "I want to fall asleep in your arms every night, and wake up there every morning. I can't imagine not doing that."

The brilliant smile that illuminated Everett's handsome features told him that the other man felt the same, and he felt his heart thump in his chest.

Tonight, they would share Everett's bed for the first time.

What would happen between them tonight? He didn't think that they would make love, not after the long flight -- but anything could happen. The future was wide open.

He climbed the steps to the upstairs bedrooms side by side with Everett, eager to explore his new home and to settle in. He already liked the place.

He felt comfortable here. This was indeed where he belonged.

This was his home now, more than any other place had ever been.

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