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Title: Unexpected Houseguest
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Aiden Gillan
Fandom: Hannibal/Blood and Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
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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It had been a long day, and all Will wanted to do was get home.

The day had been exhausting; two bodies had been discovered just outside of DC, mutilated almost beyond recognition. It had been one crime scene that he wanted to forget.

The murder had been brutal on the scale of some of Hannibal's more grotesque killings -- and he didn't want to think back on how disgusting some of those had been.

It looked as though the victims had been torn apart by wild animals, but when Will had gone into the killer's mind, it had definitely been human. He had caught glimpses of fangs and fur -- as though the killer had an animal with him -- but he had known instinctively that animals hadn't perpetrated this crime.

He was confused as to what he was dealing with, but he was sure that his team would figure it out. He just hoped that no more people had to die before they did.

Sighing softly, he turned onto the road that led to his house, looking forward to an evening spent alone with his dogs, a hot cup of tea, and a good book.

He needed to relax and forget about everything he'd seen today.

Will frowned as the headlights of his car illuminated the front porch steps for a moment; it looked as though there was something lying on the steps, nearly touching the ground.

Maybe someone had come by and left something there, and animals had gotten at it? He scowled as he turned off the ignition and opened the car door, getting out.

His blue eyes widened as he turned towards the house, a gasp coming from his throat as he realized that there was a body on his front steps, a body that wasn't moving. Was there a dead person on those steps, someone who had died trying to come to him for help?

Will ran the few steps to the house, crouching by the man who was lying face down on the steps. Slowly,carefully, he turned the body over, relieved to find that the person was breathing.

He pressed a hand against the young man's chest; his heartbeat was strong and steady, and he didn't seem to be in any danger of expiring any time soon.

How had this man gotten here? And more to the point, why was he here? Judging from the numerous scratches and scrapes on his arms, it looked as though he had been running through the woods -- and Will could only assume that he had been chased by something. Or someone.

His frown deepened at the thought; he lifted his head to scan the woods around the house, but he couldn't see or hear anything. If this young man had been chased, his pursuer was gone.

Or maybe it was pursuers, in the plural. He would have to ask this man once he had woken up -- but first, he had to get him inside the house, and lock the door.

If he'd been chased, his pursuers might come back for him.

This wasn't something that he'd wanted to deal with, but he had no choice other than helping this young man. There was no way that he could simply leave him lying here on the front steps.

First, he had to try to wake the man up, though it didn't look as though that would be difficult. He was already coming around; his eyelids fluttered as he took a deep, gasping breath.

"Don't try to talk," Will told him, hoping that his voice sounded calm and soothing. In truth, he felt anything but calm; he had no idea if this man had been pursued, and whether or not the people who might have been chasing him could still be around, simply waiting for a way to get into the house.

"Inside," he young man whispered, his voice a reedy, thin breath of sound. "We have to get inside the house. They're coming for me. I know it."

Well, that confirmed the fact that this man had been chased. If his pursuers were still after him, then neither of them was safe, especially if they were out here and unarmed.

Will nodded, sliding an arm around the young man's waist and helping him to his feet.

"Can you make it up the steps?" he asked, even as he let the other man lean on him and guided him up to the porch and to the front door. He dug for his keys, taking them out.

The young man nodded, clinging to Will as he hobbled up the steps and across the porch. "I'm Aiden," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "Thanks for helping me."

"I'm Will." It was a little awkward getting Aiden across the porch and finding the house key, but Will managed to do it. He knew that the dogs would be waiting to get out, to have their evening run, but somehow, he didn't want them out of sight of the house tonight. Something didn't feel quite right.

If Aiden had been chased through the woods, then the people who were after him might still be there, waiting for the best moment to go after him again. And they might hurt the dogs.

He wasn't going to risk his dogs being harmed, any more than he would be willing to let Aiden go back out into the night to fend for himself against whoever was after him.

So it looked as though he had an unexpected houseguest, at least for the evening.

He put the key in the lock and turned it, pushing the door open and knowing that the two of them would be greeted by barking and warm, furry bodies wanting to be petted.

As Winston jumped up to greet them, there was a deafening scream next to his left ear -- and he could feel Aiden trying to pull away from him, struggling to turn away and flee.

Another scream, and then another. For some reason, Aiden was terrified.

Will could only stand there, feeling helpless and wondering what he should do next.

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