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Title: Justice
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: Seven Heavenly Virtues Challenge, tv_universe
Prompt: Justice - Being fair and equitable with others.
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.


He should have known that he wouldn't be able to fool Hannibal.

Will sighed softly as he walked slowly up onto the front porch of his house, sitting down in the rocking chair there and trying to make himself relax.

He had been thinking about Hannibal and that last fateful meeting of theirs all morning, wondering if there was anything he could have done differently. If he hadn't been stupid enough to let Hannibal embrace him, if he hadn't been so shocked by Abigail's sudden appearance ....

No, that was all water under the bridge now. There was nothing he could have done to change things, and deep down inside, he knew that.

What could he have done? Even if he had made different movements, not gone into that near-fatal embrace, Hannibal would still have tried to kill him. Will didn't doubt that he'd planned it out; it was no accident of fate that he'd happened to have a knife in his grasp.

He had intended for that night to be Will's last all along. He'd intended to murder Abigail in front of Will, to make him die with that guilt on his conscience.

Only he wasn't going to feel guilty about it. Her death wasn't his fault.

Abigail's death could be laid solely at Hannibal's door. His, and only his. He had murdered her, and no matter what he said, Will wasn't going to take responsibility.

In Hannibal's sick, perverted, twisted, pathetic excuse for a brain, Abigail had died because or what Will had done, betraying Hannibal to the authorities. But Will knew that she had died to feed Hannibal's rage against him, to lash out at him where it would hurt the most.

Still, he had wanted justice for Abigail, and all that he had managed to do was to get her killed. Of course, he hadn't known that she was still alive ....

If he had known, would he have done anything differently?

Will didn't think so. There was nothing else he could have done, not really; his plan had gone well, up until those last few moments.

He had lost it when he'd found out that Abigail was still alive. He had been so shocked, so amazed, that he had been frozen in place for several long seconds, unable to move. Hannibal had taken advantage of that immobility, and done the cruelest thing imaginable.

There had been no need for him to kill Abigail; he had done it to punish Will, to engender guilt in him. He'd done it just to be cruel. Because he was a monster.

There wasn't one single redeemable human quality within Hannibal Lecter. That single act of cruelty had proven it; there was nothing about him that was good or decent.

Will was determined to find justice for Abigail, even more so than he had been the first time he'd thought she was dead. Not only justice for her, but for himself as well, for all that he had suffered at Hannibal's hands. And for all of Hannibal's many other victims.

They all deserved justice. They all deserved to know that Hannibal was locked up, behind bars, jailed where he could no longer cause harm and pain to anyone.

He belonged dead. But Will would settle for life imprisonment.

As long as Hannibal was behind bars, paying for the crimes he'd committed against humanity, then Will would be satisfied with that. Justice would have been served.

No, not really, he thought with a soft sigh. Justice wouldn't be served until Hannibal was judged by a higher court than the ones here on earth. He had never been religious, had never believed in a higher power, but he was sure that somewhere, someone would pass that judgment.

Hannibal was guilty of heinous crimes against so many people, some who Will had known and loved. And he wanted to see the monster punished for those crimes.

He wanted justice for all of those victims. Every single one of them.

It wasn't fair that so many people had been harmed by Hannibal's evil. Not only the victims, but the loved ones they had left behind, the people who had lost them.

They were all victims, just as much as the people who Hannibal had murdered. So in that sense, there were many, many more people to get justice for than the ones who Hannibal had dispatched from this world. So many people, so much suffering and sadness.

Will wanted to bring that all to an end, to give people closure. He wanted everyone who had suffered from Hannibal's machinations to know that he was paying for what he had done.

it wouldn't be easy to obtain that justice, to capture Hannibal once and for all. He and Jack been close -- so damn close -- but the wily snake had slipped through their fingers in the end. Will's lips firmed into a thin line, a scowl settling onto his handsome features.

He would never give up searching for that justice. He would find Hannibal, and he would make sure that the bastard was jailed for the rest of his life.

He would see justice served. And he would close the book on Hannibal, once and for all.