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Title: Last Dance
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 12, Dance
Author's Note: Sequel to "Seeing Clearly."
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.


It felt odd to be on this side of the cage.

He was so used to being the one in the cage, the prisoner who was only allowed to see people and have any kind of company under certain conditions, Will thought to himself, taking a deep breath. It was going to feel strange to be the one who had his freedom.

He still wasn't used ot it yet. He still felt like a prisoner in some ways, and he would until everything was clear in his head and all the pieces were back together.

There was no telling how long that might take.

Putting those pieces back into place was going to be one of the hardest things he'd ever done, especially if Hannibal wouldn't give him the clues.

And he seriously doubted that his adversary would do that. Hannibal had enjoyed taking him apart piece by piece far too much to help him put those pieces back together again. Hannibal only wanted to destroy, not to create. He couldn't be counted on for help.

But Hannibal wasn't the only one who could manipulate.

Will was sure that if he could spend enough time with Hannibal, if they circled each other in their civilized little ritual dance, he'd get the answers he needed.

Hannibal would never tell him what he wanted to know if he simply asked questions, so he had to find a way to get what he needed obliquely, by stealth and cunning.

He would do it. He had no other choice.

He hated to feel that he was being so devious. That was Hannibal's way, not his. He'd rather just be able to ask questions and get straight answers, but with Hannibal, that would never happen. Hannibal enjoyed that dance of speculation and imbalance far too much.

All right, so he would give Hannibal what he wanted .They would dance around each other, feinting again and again with words instead of swords.

But this time, Will wold come out on the winning side.

This time, he would be the one to get the best of Hannibal. No matter how long it took, he would have the answers he so desperately sought.

Taking another deep breath, Will closed his eyes, hoping that he would up to the challenge that was ahead of him. He'd never been good at fencing with Hannibal, but this time, he had to be the victor. He had to get answers, and this was the only way.

The first steps of their last dance were finally beginning.