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Title: Drag Me Down
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 23, Defeat
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


"Excuse me for a few moments, Will," Hannibal said, getting up and heading for the door of Will's hospital room. "I want to talk to your doctors, and to Jack. I'll be back before too long. Just try to relax and get some sleep if you can."

Will nodded, watching Hannibal leave, feeling as though a great deal of the light had gone out of the room as his lover closed the door behind him.

He sank back against the pillows, feeling deflated. It was great to know that Hannibal had stayed here in the hospital with him, but that still didn't stop a feeling of defeat from washing over him, making him feel small and helpless, a victim of the whims of fate.

It wasn't a feeling he particularly enjoyed.

He had always told himself that he would never be a victim, never let any situation get the better of him. He saw far too many of those victims every day; he tried to find justice for all of them, and all too often, he felt that he failed in that task.

It was why he worked so hard for Jack and the FBI, why he turned himself towards looking through the eyes of killers rather than sticking to the teaching that he enjoyed. He wanted to help people, to find justice for those who might otherwise be overlooked.

He had never thought that he might be one of those victims himself, but he'd come close to it. If it hadn't been for Hannibal, he would have died there in that room, in the clutches of a man who had already defiled and violated him.

He had become the victim he'd sworn that he would never be -- and Hannibal had seen him as being that victim. That was the last thing he had ever wanted; he didn't want Hannibal to see him as a victim, or as somehow being his responsibility.

Will wanted them to be partners, but now their balance was gone.

Would Hannibal ever be able to look at him in the same way again? Will closed his eyes, holding back a groan. He had no idea how Hannibal would look at him now; the sense of defeat swept over him again, almost making him want to cry.

He couldn't let that defeat take him over and drag him down .That would only make Hannibal back away from him. He had to be strong and get past this.

And he would, Will told himself, taking a deep breath. Somehow, he would recover and put this behind him. He had to. His future relationship with Hannibal depended that, and he wasn't going to let defeat drag him under without putting up one hell of a fight.