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Title: Crashing Down To Earth
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Sequel to "The Alcohol Talking."
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.


This was inevitable. He should have known it from the start.

Hadn't there always been a little voice in the back of his mind warning him that something about Hannibal didn't feel quite right? Hadn't he always known there was something off about his lover?

It was one of the things he'd always felt a little odd about, but he had always shrugged the feeling away. Now he knew that he shouldn't have let himself do that.

He didn't doubt that Hannibal was the one who had been killing all these men who resembled him; his dream hadn't been merely a dream, but a vision of the truth. But how did he get other people to believe that? How could he convince any person who could help him that his dream had been prophetic?

Jack might believe him, but that was a 50/50 proposition. Jack might also take one look at him and tell him that he should have his head examined, that he was going crazy.

He was stone cold sober now, and he still hadn't called Jack. He hadn't been able to bring himself to pick up that phone and let anyone else know what he did.

He didn't want to put the inevitable end of his relationship with Hannibal into motion.

The gravity of the situation had brought him back down to earth with a crash, out of the orbit that his relationship with Hannibal usually put him into.

He had been so happy with that relationship, so sure that he had finally found someone who understood him, someone who loved him. But he had been wrong.

Obsession wasn't love -- and it was more than obvious that Hannibal was obsessed with him. What else would possess him to kill men who looked like Will? What reason could he possibly have for doing so? Will didn't know what his lover's reasons were, but he knew that he couldn't accept them.

He couldn't condone murder, not for any reason. Yes, he could see killing someone in self-defense, but that had nothing to do with the crimes that Hannibal had committed.

What his lover had done was cold-blooded murder -- and not just one, but several. He couldn't remember just how many victims there had been, but there were a lot.

Will didn't want to see any more victims in the future. He knew that he had to tell Jack about this, to make sure that the other man believed him, and that they had to put Hannibal behind bars. As much as it hurt, he had to sever the emotional ties with the man who he had thought he loved.

How could he have equated love with someone who could commit murders so coldly? How could he have thought that Hannibal returned his feelings?

Obsession wasn't love. It was the frightening side of love, the side that crossed over into darkness and madness. Will wanted no part of that kind of love.

He wanted to back away, to get out now, before he became any more entangled.

Maybe it was inevitable that he had lost his heart to Hannibal. But gravity and inevitability had brought him to this point, falling from the clouds down to earth with a crash.

He had to get out of this relationship with his heart and his mind intact. He couldn't let his tender feelings for the man he'd been involved with cloud his judgment.

Hannibal had committed murders, too many of them to count -- and who knew if there had been others in the past? The thought sent a chill through Will's entire body. What if he wasn't the first object of Hannibal's obsession? What if there had been others before him?

If that was so, then Hannibal was a much more dangerous man than anyone realized. And Will had to make sure that he was put behind bars, for the safety of society.

His heart told him that he might be making a mistake. But his head was clearer than his heart could ever be, and he knew that he would be doing the right thing.

It wasn't easy, but he had to make that break. Now. Before it was too late.

Slowly, he reached for his cell phone. He was sober now; it was time to call Jack, tell him that they needed to meet here, at his house, and then take a shower before Jack got here.

He had to think of a way to present what he knew to his boss, and to talk Jack into setting a trap for Hannibal to take him down to stop these murders once and for all.

Will's hand trembled as he picked up his phone and began to dial Jack's number.

His discovery had brought him crashing down to earth, and he wondered if he would ever touch the clouds again.