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Title: Finding the Answers
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 24, Silence
Author's Note: Sequel to "Planning Vengeance."
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.


There was silence in the office.

Will lay on the couch, not wanting to open his eyes. The doctor who was Hannibal's friend had told him to stay there, to relax and let his mind drift.

He wasn't really surprised by that; he'd known that he would have to try to clear his mind before he could allow himself to be hypnotized. He'd never done anything like this before, and he had to admit that he was horribly nervous about it.

But if this was the way to find out who had attacked him, if this wold give him a clear look at the man's face, then he was more than ready to do it.

He couldn't deal with the uncertainty any longer.

Every person he saw, everyone he looked at, made him wonder. Is this the man who attacked me? It was taking over his mind, making him feel .... well, crazy. It wa all he could concentrate on, all he could think about.

It was interfering with everything that he did. And it was making him uneasy and jumpy, not only when he was working in the field, but all the time.

It was time to put a stop to this, to find out -- if he could -- who he was searching for. If he could put a face to that attack, he had to try to do so.

The thought was terrifying. He wasn't sure that he wanted to see the man's face. But until he did, until he knew who had done this, then his life was always going to feel this disjointed, this disrupted. And he couldn't live with that any longer.

It was time to delve into his subconscious for answers.

This might very well be the most frightening thing he'd ever asked himself to do. But he would do it, and hopefully, he'd find the answers he sought.

If he didn't, then had run out of options, Will thought with a sigh. If this didn't yield any answers, then he'd simply have to wait until the man tried to attack him again -- and this time, he might not survive it. That was an even more frightening thought.

He hoped this would work. He hoped that Dr. du Maurier knew what she was doing, and that she would be able to draw something out of him.

He sighed, closing his eyes and trying to clear his mind. He had to let the silence take over, let it permeate him and make him feel calm.

Will took one deep breath, then another, willing himself into that calm state.

He could hear Hannibal and Dr. du Maurier in the next room, coming back to him. In just a few minutes, this would begin -- and maybe he would have his answers at last.