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Title: Light in the Darkness
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: Rating: PG-13
Table: Personal Challenge, 1drabble
Prompt: 19, Light
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.


"Hello, Will. Are you all right?"

Did he look all right? Will wanted to ask, but he didn't. He merely nodded slowly, knowing that he was telling the truth now that Hannibal was here. His lover seemed to have brought a light into the darkness now that he was here. He felt better already.

Having Hannibal here made all the difference. He was suddenly ashamed of how he'd been acting; he wasn't a child who could run and hide away from his problems.

He was acting like a spoiled brat, letting those problems override everything else in his life. After all, it wasn't as though he was suffering from some terminal illness. His encephalitis could be cured, and it would be. He was just afraid of what that cure might take away from him.

It was terrifying to think of losing a part of himself.

Could he talk to Hannibal about that without sounding like he was a petulant child who didn't want to lose his favorite toy? He wasn't sure of just how his worries would sound once they were phrased aloud in words. He didn't know what Hannibal would think of them.

Did it really matter what anyone else thought? Those were his worries, his concerns. It shouldn't matter what they meant to anyone else.

But he wanted Hannibal to think well of him. He didn't want Hannibal to disapprove of those concerns, and he certainly didn't want Hannibal to turn away from him because of them.

Hannibal was frowning as he stepped into the living room and waited for Will to close the door behind him. "I've been trying to call you, but you weren't picking up the phone. I was worried about you, Will. I thought that you might be letting yourself sink into depression."

Will let out a sharp, bitter laugh. If Hannibal only knew.

The other man peered at him closely, his frown intensifying. "Will, there's nothing for you to worry about. You're going to be all right. The treatments might take a while, and they may not be completely comfortable, but the important thing is that you'll be fine."

Will shook his head, wishing that he knew how to put his concerns into words so that they wouldn't sound .... well, selfish. But he didn't know where to start.

Still, Hannibal was here now, and the darkness that had seemed to enshroud him had been banished by light. He could talk to Hannibal; maybe, with any luck, he could sort out all of his feelings about this situation, and be reassured that everything would, indeed, be all right.

Just having Hannibal near him was a good start.