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Title: Everything To Live For
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"I really didn't expect to wake up again when I was in jail," Will told Everett, his voice very soft.

The two of them were sitting next to the lake on a blanket that Everett had spread out, Will's head in his lap. He was stroking the other man's soft dark curls and listening to him speak.

"But you did wake up to a new day every day that you were there," Everett pointed out. "And you eventually got away from that place, Will."

Will nodded, looking up at him with a smile. "Yeah, I did, thanks to you," he said softly, taking Everett's free hand in his own and kissing his fingertips. "If you hadn't been working to get me out, and coming to see me every day and giving me hope, I might not have made it through."

Everett shook his head, a small smile playing around his lips. "I don't believe that, Will," he said, his voice very soft. "You don't give yourself enough credit for being a strong person."

Will didn't answer, only looked up at Everett, taking in his boyfriend's handsome features. The face that had become so familiar, and so loved, in such a short time.

Love? Yes. He was in love with this man.

He'd fallen in love with Everett when he was still behind bars, when they couldn't touch. He was surprised that the two of them hadn't consummated their relationship yet.

But something in him still hung back, still wasn't ready for that final surrender. Not that he was afraid of it, exactly, but because he wasn't quite ready to make a complete commitment.

He'd learned the folly of trusting his own heart, even though something told him that Everett was like no one he'd ever known before and would never harm him in any way. He didn't trust himself to make the best choices for himself, not when it came to people he was close to.

He'd made a horrible mistake in trusting Hannibal too much -- and look where it had gotten him. He wasn't going to leap into a friendship -- or a relationship -- again.

This was much more than the friendship he had thought he'd shared with Hannibal, though. This was the man he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

He wanted this relationship more than he had ever wanted anything. He wanted it to grow and develop, to still be strong and lasting when they were both old men. He wanted to spend his life with Everett, to give this man his heart, body, and soul. He'd known that from the first time they'd met.

Will didn't know just how he had known that Everett was the one for him -- it was just something that had been evident to him when they'd first looked into each other's eyes.

But a part of him was still afraid of trusting too deeply, of giving himself completely. He would have to get past that, but once he did, he would be ready.

And really, if he was honest about it, he'd already given Everett his heart.

He really hadn't expected to wake up every day when he was in jail. He had thought that he would simply fade away, that he would die behind bars with no one to care.

That was before Everett had come into his life, and given him hope. Now, he had a reason to wake up in the mornings, and a reason to look forward to the future.

"If you hadn't woken up one day, then I would never have been able to touch you, or hold you, or be with you," Everett said softly, gazing into Will's eyes. "And that would have been a tragedy. Not being with you would have been the worst thing that could possibly have happened to me."

"And to me, too," Will answered, not looking away from that intense gaze. "I want to be with you, Everett. Completely, in every way. You just need to give me some time."

Everett nodded, a smile curving his lips. He leaned down and brushed those lips against Will's, the kiss as light and gentle as a soft summer breeze.

"I will," he whispered. "We have all the time in the world, love."

Will couldn't hold back a smile at those words. Everett was right. They did have all the time in the world. They were together now, and they didn't have to rush.

"I'm glad I did wake up every day when I was in there," he said, his voice barely a whisper, though his words were strong and firm. "Because one day when I woke up, I met you."

He could see the love in Everett's eyes as his boyfriend leaned down to kiss him again; this time, Will wrapped his arms around the other man's neck, not wanting to ever let him go. He wanted Everett to kiss him forever, to feel as though they were locked in each other's arms.

When he'd spent all of that time behind bars, he had gotten to the point where he hadn't really wanted to wake up again. He hadn't thought he had anything to live for.

But now, he had everything to live for. He had a bright and happy future ahead of him with the man he loved, and he wasn't going to let anything hold him back from that future.

He would look forward to waking up every day from now on.

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