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Title: Bruised
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 20 in 20 Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: 5 - Purple
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 frowned at himself in the mirror, raising a hand to his chest. He had no idea where those bruises had come from; he hadn't felt them last night when he had awakened to find himself sleepwalking again, lost in the woods that surrounded his home.

Well, he hadn't been entirely lost. Fortunately, he'd known where he was; he had been able to make it back home with no mishaps.

But still, the fact that he'd been sleepwalking again had shaken him.

He'd thought it had stopped, but apparently he'd been wrong about that. Just because he hadn't had any sleepwalking episodes in a while, that didn't mean they had stopped entirely. It only meant that they were on the back burner, so to speak.

But this was something that he hadn't dealt with before. He'd never woken up from a sleepwalking episode to find himself covered with purple bruises.

He couldn't have been in some kind of altercation while he was asleep, could he? No, that was ridiculous. Will scowled as he raised a hand to his bare chest, wincing when he touched a bruise. There was no way he would have slept through this.

Then how had he gotten these bruises?

It was terrifying to think that something could have been done to him while he was asleep, without him having a clue about it. He could feel panic start to rise within him.

He had to talk to Hannibal about this. Hannibal was his rock, the person he turned to when he started to feel less than stable. If he talked to Hannibal, then he could sort all this out in his head, and come to some conclusion that made sense.

Hannibal wasn't going to like the fact that he'd somehow injured himself, Will thought, wincing again as he reached for his shirt and pulled it on. He considered Will's body his property; he wasn't going to be happy that it was, even in only a small way, damaged.

Will quickly buttoned the shirt, not wanting to see the ugly purple marks.

Had he somehow done this to himself? Those bruises weren't caused by tree limbs tearing at his skin, or by simply falling down.

He had no idea how they'd been caused, and there was a part of him that didn't want to know. But he had to find out; his mind would keep bringing up a picture of those bruises in front of his eyes until he had come to some satisfactory explanation as to how they'd gotten there.

In the meantime, he was going to hide them as best he could. From himself, and from everyone else. He would only reveal them to Hannibal.

He was sure that Hannibal wouldn't be pleased. Well, neither was he. He didn't like not knowing where those marks on his body had come from. It made him feel frighteningly out of control, as though his body was doing things without his knowledge.

Actually, it was. Will smiled mirthlessly, a trickle of ice running down his spine.

That was exactly what his body did when he went sleepwalking. He had no control over his actions -- or over his thoughts. He had no idea what he was doing -- or what kind of trouble he might have gotten himself into. He just hoped it wasn't something he couldn't get out of.

Sighing softly, he turned away from the mirror, pushing the thought of those bruises away. They would fade quickly enough from his sight -- but not from his mind.