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Title: Disturbing Dreams
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 39, Death
Author's Note: Sequel to "Destructive Love."
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.

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Seeing his own death in his dream was getting harder and harder to deal with.

Will sighed, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the headrest in his car, feeling the tension of the day spent at a crime scene drain out of him.

The best thing for him to do would be to go home, to eat something and try to get some rest. But he knew that he wasn't going to do that; even though he didn't have a session with Hannibal today, he felt compelled to see the other man, for some strange reason.

Was it because in that last dream, the two of them had been lovers at some point? Did that disturb him so much that he had to talk to Hannibal about it?

A wry smile twisted his lips at the thought.

Hell no, he wasn't going to talk to Hannibal about that. He didn't want his psychiatrist to think that he harbored any romantic feelings for him. That wouldn't be right.

Besides, it wasn't true. Or was it? Will sighed again, wishing that he had some easy answer to that question. He didn't really know just how he felt about Hannibal. He wasn't sure if those feelings were desire, friendship, caution, apprehension -- or a combination.

He knew that he didn't completely trust Hannibal, even though a part of him wanted to. There was just a sense of deviousness about the man that made trust difficult.

Seeing his own death over and over again was unsettling enough, but realizing that he might have feelings for the man who was his psychiatrist was even more so.

It wasn't that he didn't realize he liked men; he'd known that ever since he was a teenager. He'd never been ashamed of that fact; to him, his feelings were normal, and if he was attracted to a man, then it was just as natural as being attracted to a woman.

But being attracted to Hannibal was something that he couldn't quite wrap his mind around. It would require a lot of thought to work this one out in his head.

Meanwhile, how was he going to talk to Hannibal about it? Could he even do that?

Will wasn't sure of just what he would say. Especially not since the dreams had moved into an even more disturbing realm, giving rise to new thoughts and speculations.

Could his feelings for Hannibal somehow be the cause of his death? Was he seeing his future -- becoming Hannibal's lover, and losing his life because of that relationship? The thought was not only unsettling, it was downright frightening. It wasn't something he wanted to consider.

Whatever the cause of his death would be, he didn't think he could talk about it. But he needed to talk to Hannibal, to try to work some things out in his own head.

Sighing, Will started his car, pulling out of the parking lot and heading for Hannibal's house.

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