Main Hannibal Fan Fiction page | new stories page | Will/Hannibal slash page | other pairings page | gen stories page

Title: Dim Memory
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 5, 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. soar


What was he going to say? Will asked himself, opening his mouth to speak and then closing it again. Was he going to wish Hannibal well in his new life, pretend that he wasn't devastated and feeling abandoned already, before Hannibal had even left?

He wasn't ready to talk about it. Not now, not ever.

He had no idea what to say; all he could think was that in far too short a time, his relationship with Hannibal would be nothing more than a memory.

He wanted more than just memories; he wanted to be with Hannibal, to stay with him no matter where he went. He could leave the FBI, or he could ask to be transferred. There was no reason that he and his lover should have to part.

That was merely grasping at straws, but they were all he had.

Will followed Hannibal into the office and sat down, still silent. He didn't know what they would talk about in this session, but he was sure that at some point, their discussion would come around to the fact that his lover was leaving. It was inevitable.

He didn't want to talk about that. He couldn't. He was sure that if Hannibal brought up the subject, if he started to talk about it with enthusiasm, as though he was happy about leaving, then he would lose it. He'd burst into tears in front of Hannibal, and he didn't want that.

There was nothing for him to do but sit there, silently, wondering how Hannibal was going to open their session. He dreaded those first words; he dreaded Hannibal starting to talk about what would happen when he left, about him getting another psychiatrist.

He didn't want to talk to anyone else about himself. No one else would understand him, not in the way that Hannibal did. And there was no point in telling Hannibal that he wasn't going to have any other lovers in his life. Hannibal wouldn't believe him.

He surely couldn't think that Will would take this in his stride.

No, Hannibal couldn't be that callous. He had to know how wrenching this was for Will, how devastated and completely deflated he felt. Even if he'd never experienced those kinds of feelings himself, he had to know what they would be like for someone else.

Maybe Hannibal wanted to leave because he wanted Will out of his life. Maybe he wanted the two of them to become nothing more than a dim memory.

That idea hurt more than he wanted to admit.

The thought occurred to Will suddenly, sneaking up on him and making him gasp aloud, his eyes widening. Hannibal looked at him curiously, leaning forward, and Will knew that it was time for them to start talking about the future -- a future he wasn't ready to face.