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Title: Without Guidance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 5, Memory
Author's Note: Sequel to "Hide From the World."
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.


"So you have no memory of what you might have done while you were sleepwalking? Not even a small inkling?" Hannibal's voice seemed to come from a long way off, though Will was sitting on the couch right next to him, close enough to touch.

Will took a deep breath, trying to stop his voice from trembling. "No. I just woke up there, in the middle of the woods, and I wasn't sure exactly where I was."

"This is happening more and more often, Will," Hannibal told him, his voice concerned. "I know you cannot simply turn it on and off, but you have to try to do something to make this stop. It could be more dangerous for you than you might think."

He turned his head to look at Hannibal, his brow furrowing.

"Dangerous? How do you mean?" Will asked, his voice slightly breathless. "It's not like anybody's out there with me. Nobody's going to come after me."

Hannibal shook his head, his brow furrowing in concern. "Will, you don't know that. There could be anyone out there in the woods around your house, possibly someone who is simply looking for a victim. I would not want you to become one."

"Neither do I," Will answered with a shudder, closing his eyes and sitting back. He searched his memory for any little scrap of detail that he might be able to recall, but there was nothing. He had no idea what his body might have done while he'd been sleepwalking.

No idea where it might have taken him, or what kind of interaction it could have with another person. It was simply acting on its own, without benefit of his mind's guidance.

That thought was absolutely terrifying.

"Perhaps we should admit you to a hospital and have you take a CAT scan, and an MRI," Hannibal told him, his gaze seeming to penetrate into Will's consciousness. "I want you to be healthy, Will. And I have the distinct feeling that at the moment, you are not."

"I think I have to agree with that assessment," Will said with a nod and a sigh. "You're right. I hate going to the hospital, but it looks like I don't really have a choice."

He didn't like the idea, but as he'd just said, he didn't have a choice. He had to find out just what was wrong with him, what was causing the sleepwalking. And if he couldn't find out and fill in those gaps in his memory .... well, then, that was a bridge he'd cross when he came to it.