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Title: Miasma
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Hannibal Lecter/Will Graham
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 17, Dirty
Author's Note: Sequel to "Should've Known."
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.


Just thinking of the time he'd spent with Hannibal made him feel dirty.

Will shuddered at the remembrance of all the time he'd spent in this house before he had found out just what Hannibal, feeling safe and secure.

How had he ever felt safe in this house? How had he ever thought that such a horrific monster could have been his friend? What had been wrong with him at the time, that he hadn't been able to see any kind of warning signs?

Because he hadn't been looking for them, he told himself. He hadn't thought that someone like Hannibal Lecter would turn out to be so .... inhuman.

Will felt a wave of revulsion sweep over him.

How could anyone who'd had any personal contact with Lecter not feel dirty after they found out about this? And the truth would come out. It had to.

There was no way that the FBI could keep this under wraps. And really, they shouldn't. The world should know about Hannibal's crimes, know what kind of a demon the city of Baltimore had harbored in its midst without having any clue as to what he was.

People deserved to know what kind of terrors could exist in the world, so that maybe they would have the chance to defend themselves against those horrors.

Will made his way back through the house, heading for the front door. The place was now swarming with police, and with FBI agents.

He didn't want to see what was in that freezer again. Once had been more than enough. He knew now just what kinds of horrors this house had held when he had been in it, and at the moment, all he wanted was to get out and to never have to come back here.

If he ever came back into this house, it would be too soon. This place would only have evil connotations for him now. It would never feel comfortable again.

He wanted to go home and shower, to slough the miasma of the place off his body.

He'd feel a lot better once he was in his own home, with his dogs, away from this place and all of the bad memories it held for him, Will told himself firmly.

One he could get home, take a shower, and settle down, he could start pushing the memories of this place away from him, and he'd feel a lot better. Though he doubted that he would ever be able to think of the time he'd spent here in a good light from this day forward.

And he also doubted that it would be a while before he could eat anything without thinking of Hannibal, and wonder just what he might have eaten before.

The thought made him not only feel dirty, but sick.