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Title: Come Back To Bed
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Sherlock Holmes
Fandom: Hannibal/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Table: 9, 50ficlets
Prompt: 22, Bed
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, closing his eyes as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

He had decided to make himself a cup of tea, though he doubted that it would help him sleep. He was sure that he was far beyond sleep tonight.

He hated this; he hated that thoughts of the past were crowding into the present, disturbing the dream that he had of the future he would share with Sherlock. He had wanted the past to be behind him, but he realized now that it wasn't, and might very well never be.

Well, it certainly wouldn't be unless they could catch Hannibal and put him behind bars, where he belonged. He would always be a black cloud over their lives and their future.

Hannibal was evil in its purest form; Will had known that for a long time, and he was sure that Sherlock did, too. The fact that Hannibal was stalking them now only proved that he was not only evil, but unbalanced and psychotic, and they had to be on their guard.

They had to find a way to catch him and prove that not only was he their stalker and had tried to kill Will, but that he was the Chesapeake Ripper.

If they didn't, then they might pay for that failure with their lives.

Will shivered at the thought; he didn't want to believe that Hannibal would come after them here in London, but he knew that it was more than a possibility.

He might not have absolute proof that Hannibal had been there at their country house, shooting at him as some kind of warning, but he felt it in his gut, in his bones. He was sure that Hannibal was the one who was targeting him.

And not only him, but Sherlock as well, Will told himself grimly. Anyone who was gunning for him had put that same target on Sherlock's back.

The two of them were a team. Anyone who threatened him dealt with Sherlock, too.

He didn't hear Sherlock come into the room behind him; Will jumped and let out a sharp cry when he felt arms slide around his waist, his muscles tightening in response.

"Will, it's only me," Sherlock murmured, nuzzling Will's cheek and holding him close. "I'm sorry if I startled you," his boyfriend added, sounding contrite. I didn't mean to. I woke up, and you weren't in bed. I was a bit worried about you, so I decided to investigate."

Will let himself relax, leaning back into Sherlock's embrace. "Sorry," he said softly, his voice a little shaky. "I wasn't expecting you to get up. I didn't want to wake you."

"You didn't wake me," Sherlock assured him, his arms tightening slightly around Will's waist. "I was just a little worried, that's all. Can you not sleep?"

Will sighed softly, nodding and closing his eyes. It felt so good to be in Sherlock's arms; no one had ever made him feel this safe and protected before. But he knew that he couldn't simply burrow into those strong arms and ignore everything that was happening.

"I kept tossing and turning, and I figured I wouldn't be able to get back to sleep tonight," he said, his voice apologetic. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I just got up."

Sherlock smiled and brushed a kiss across his cheek.

"Why don't we both have a cup of tea and then go back to bed?" he suggested, his voice husky and soft. "I doubt that either of us can sleep at the moment."

Will smiled, nodding, thinking how well Sherlock knew him already. They hadn't been together for very long -- only a matter of a few weeks at this point -- but already, Sherlock was attuned to his moods, and knew just what he needed to relax him and calm him down.

How had he ever gotten through life before he'd met this man? That past without Sherlock seemed so long distant, like a dream viewed through a haze of fog.

The long-held loneliness had vanished, along with the past.

He would never have to feel lonely again, Will told himself, a smile on his lips. He had Sherlock in his life now, and he planned for them to stay together.

Of course, that was what all couples planned, wasn't it? Everyone thought that their relationship would last forever when it first began. Sometimes it worked out, and sometimes it didn't. But Will had every intention of his relationship being one that succeeded.

Nothing was going to rip him away from Sherlock -- not Hannibal, or anything he could do. He was where he belonged, and here was where he would stay.

Yes, he wanted to go back to bed once they'd had their tea -- he was sure that as long as Sherlock held him close, he'd finally be able to go to sleep. Will just hoped that he wouldn't have any disturbing dreams; that was the last thing either of them needed to deal with.

But in Sherlock's arms, he was sure that any of those dreams would be chased away, and all he'd be able to dream of was a happy future for the two of them.

"Let's have some tea," he murmured, reaching for the teapot just as the water began to boil.

Sherlock nodded, a smile on his lips as he released Will and moved to the cupboard to take down two tea mugs. "I'm sure we'll both want to go back to bed once we've had tea, love."

Will nodded, his own lips curving in answer to Sherlock's smile. Suddenly, his worries were very far away, and a cup of tea with his boyfriend seemed like the perfect prelude to sleep.