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Title: Focus
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
Author's Note: Sequel to "Confused Reality."
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.


Will turned over in bed, blinking at the glowing numbers on the clock.

It was nearly two in the morning, and he hadn't been able to sleep since he'd gone to bed just before midnight. He really shouldn't be surprised at that, he told himself with a sigh. He barely slept at all these days; a couple of hours at most.

That lack of sleep was starting to show; he got tired halfway through lectures, and twice now he'd fallen asleep at his desk between classes.

But his body didn't want to rest at night, and he knew why. It was because of the disturbing dreams that were haunting him, the dreams where he kept seeing a stag's antlers on a man's head, along with a body that looked disconcertingly familiar.

But it was a body that he couldn't place.

He didn't know why it all seemed so hazy and indistinct in his mind; he was sure that the image had been much clearer when he'd been under hypnosis.

A part of him wanted to fall asleep and have that dream of the stag again, so he could focus on the man's face and figure out who it was. Though of course, it was possible that the body those antlers were on could belong to someone he didn't even know.

Though if that was the case, at least having the dream again could give him a clearer picture of the face of the man who had attacked him.

Once he had that picture, then he could describe it to a sketch artist, and they would at least have some idea of who they were looking for.

But as long as sleep remained maddeningly elusive, except for those few moments that he could manage to snatch between classes, or an hour or two of dreamless sleep right before the alarm went off to wake him for the day, that wasn't going to happen.

So far, the dreams hadn't given him any kind of clear mental image. All he had was those stag's antlers, and the body of a man who he didn't recognize at all.

And that, Will thought with a sigh, was completely frustrating.

If only he could pull that dream out of the mists of sleep and into reality, and the picture of who had attacked him would come clear in his head, then he would feel a lot better, Will thought with a sigh. A huge burden would be lifted from his shoulders.

Besides that, he'd probably be able to sleep again, because he wouldn't be afraid of that image haunting his dreams night after night.

He turned over again, this time facing the wall, and closed his eyes. This time, he was going to manage to get some sleep -- and if he saw that menacing man-stag figure in his dreams, he would try his best to place a face to the formless features.

He needed to bring that dream into focus, before he lost his mind...