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Title: Not Admitting Defeat
By: angstytimelord
Pairing: Will Graham/Everett Hobbs (Original Character)
Fandom: Hannibal
Rating: PG-13
Table: 1drabble
Prompt: 23, Defeat
Author's Note: Everett's face is Benedict Cumberbatch.
Disclaimer: This is entirely a product of my own imagination, and I make no profit from it. I do not own the lovely Will Graham or Lee Fallon, unfortunately, just borrowing them for a while. Please do not sue.

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"Moving to London with me is not admitting defeat, Will."

Everett leaned back in the easy chair, putting down his empty tea mug on the table in front of the couch where Will sat. "I don't think it could be considered running away, either."

"It is," Will said, his voice very low. He didn't look up at Everett; he just stared into his own mug of tea, as though he could find some kind of answer in the amber liquid there. "It's me running away from Hannibal, and from my fears. I can't let myself do that. I can't run and hide."

"It's not hiding," Everett protested, frowning and shaking his head. "You're simply moving on to a better life than you could have here. Everyone will see that."

But Will only shook his head, mirroring Everett's movement.

"No, they won't," he said, his tone decisive. "They'll think that I'm running away from the accusations that were made, even though I've been proven innocent."

"No one will think that," Everett said firmly. "Not the people who know you, anyway. And who cares what other people who don't know you might think? They're not important, Will. What's important is that you get away from here and start fresh, without Hannibal in your life."

"I can keep him out of my life even if I stay here," Will said with a frown. "What, do you honestly think that I'd have a damn thing to do with him now, after all he's done?"

Everett shook his head, sighing softly. "No, I know that you wouldn't. But still, I think that you need to get away from this area. I think you need to be somewhere .... safer."

Will stared at him for what seemed like a very long time before he spoke again. "You don't think he through with me," he finally said, his voice a mere whisper. "You think that he'll keep coming after me, don't you? That he'll keep going until he has what he wants."

Everett was forced to nod reluctantly in agreement with Will's words. "Yes, I do. He's obsessed with you, Will. As long as you're here, you'll be a target for him."

Will finally nodded, looking down into his tea again. "You're right."

"You're not running from him, Will," Everett said softly, leaning forward and reaching out to take the other man's hand. "You're not admitting defeat."

"I'm just retreating. For now, anyway," Will said with a wry smile, twining the fingers together. "I think I need to put some distance between myself and Hannibal. Not that I'm ever going to fall for anything he says again, but I'll feel safer if I'm not where he can easily find me."

"So will I," Everett said softly, squeezing his boyfriend's hand gently. He let out a sigh of relief, glad that Will had finally agreed with him on this issue.

They needed to get away from Hannibal's hunting ground. At least for a while.

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