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Title: I'll See You in My Dreams
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 21, Dream
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.

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He hated having insomnia.

Will sighed softly as he turned over in bed, wishing that he could fall asleep. He had been lying here for over two hours now, tossing and turning, unable to fall into the realm of dreams. His insomnia seemed to get worse with each passing night.

He had no idea why he couldn't sleep; he'd done everything he knew of to exacerbate his condition. Maybe he needed to see a doctor about it.

The sleeplessness hadn't been this bad until he'd begun working with Jack Crawford. Will couldn't help but think that a big part of him not being able to sleep was due to the horrific sights that he was forced to view on an almost daily basis.

He didn't want to see those things, but he had to.

That was the worst part about what he did. He didn't want to look at the dead bodies, didn't want to delve into the minds of the people who had done such things. But it was his job -- and if he didn't do it, then the victims wouldn't get the justice they deserved.

The only thing that made his dreams better was when Hannibal came into them -- and fortunately, that ws happening on a more regular basis lately. Hannibal soothed his soul, made him feel comfortable; he could sink into those dreams, revel in them.

It was getting to the point where he looked forward to seeing Hannibal in his dreams just as much as he did actually seeing the other man for their impromptu psychiatric sessions. Those dreams were what made going to sleep at night bearable.

Seeing Hannibal in his dreams pushed away the nightmarish visions that he usually had -- visions of blood and death, and the stag that seemed to chase through nearly every dream he had. Hannibal made them all go away, banished them to another realm.

Seeing Hannibal in his dreams made him feel .... alive.

Alive and vital and pulsing with anticipation in a way that he never had before. That was how the man made him feel any time he was near; there was something about Hannibal that brought all of Will's senses to attention, made his body tremble and his heart sing.

Sighing softly, Will turned over onto his back and stared up at the ceiling. He wanted to fell asleep, to see Hannibal in his dreams once again.

He closed his eyes, determined to fall asleep. He would see Hannibal in his dreams tonight -- and every other night from here on out. And tomorrow, he would see Hannibal in the flesh -- which was even better than having the man he loved walk through his dreams.

At this rate, the morning might come more quickly than sleep did.

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