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Title: Brutal Memory
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 05, Memory
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.


He was choking. He couldn't breathe.

Will's eyes flew open; it took him a few moments to realize where he was, and when he did, he closed his eyes in relief, taking one deep breath, then another.

He was in his own bed, staring up at the ceiling. He was safe; he was mercifully alone. He wasn't staring up the length of a long tube at Hannibal Lecter's evil, grinning death's-head of a face above him as he pushed a severed ear down that tube into Will's stomach.

He wasn't facing the most horrific evil he had ever known.

The was the worst memory he had of the time when his brain had been on fire -- a memory that he wished he could put out of his mind.

That wasn't something he wanted to focus on. He knew that it had happened, and that it had been some of the most damning manufactured "evidence" that he'd been Abigail's murderer. But fortunately, it had all come out in the end that it was Hannibal's doing.

And for once, people had believed what Will was saying.

Hannibal's evil had been exposed; he was now jailed for life, with no possibility of ever being released. He'd suffered the fate that he had intended for Will.

No, not quite, Will reminded himself. Hannibal had intended for him to get the death penalty. He'd wanted to watch Will die in the electric chair.

Or by lethal injection. Or whatever method they chose to dispatch him with.

But Hannibal's plan had backfired, and he'd ended up in the situation that he had wanted Will to face. His evil had been discovered, his fangs had been pulled, and now that he was behind bars, he was no longer a threat to society.

Though he was still a dangerous man, Will told himself. He could still manage to manipulate people, even from the position he was in now.

Hannibal would always be the epitome of evil.

He had almost been caught up in that evil, had almost met his end because of it. Will was sure that there were other horrible memories where this one had come from, buried in his subconscious, and that they would all come rushing out one day.

At this point, only one had surfaced. But this memory was a horrible, brutal one, a memory that he didn't want to dwell on.

But it was hard to push something so horrific away and forget about it.

With any luck, all of what Hannibal had done to him would come to the surface eventually, and he would be able to deal with it, face those issues down, and put them all behind him, he told himself as he turned over onto his side and snuggled into the comfortable pillows.

He just hoped that he'd be able to cope with those memories when they finally chose to surface.